3 comments/ 19224 views/ 33 favorites The Dark Side of Flavia By: Jimnewsphotos Flavia holds a dark secret about her past that has caused her to be guarded and given her a fascination with knives. A new lover helps her let go of the past and move on with her life. While there are cross over characters from "There She Is Again", this is a separate story line dealing with a lesbian friend (and neighbor) of Sandy. It was written for a lesbian friend "J" :) As with most of my writing, I try to have a plot with some character development. While there is plenty of erotic content, the characters are explained first. So if you want a story where they are having sex by the third paragraph, you may want to move on. I want to create characters the reader can care about. Hope you enjoy it. ***** THE SEARCHING A crack of light broke through the darkness of her bedroom from the hallway light as the door opened quietly. She slipped into the darkness of the room, casting her own darkness in the form of a shadow on the floor. She all but silently closed the door again, resting her hand on the doorframe; hoping nobody heard her sneak in after curfew. Tilting her head to the door and listening for any noise that would indicate her stealth had been broken, a wave of relief passed across her face as no sound could be heard. She began to relax, now in the safety of her own bedroom. In the darkness, Flavia took the familiar steps necessary to reach her desk. She dropped a pair of boots along the side of the desk, having taken them off earlier to aid her quiet entrance at the kitchen door. Her messenger bag fell agape against her desk chair as she placed the shoulder strap on the edge of the chair's back. She pulled out her laptop and quietly placed it on her desk. As the screen came alive, the glow illuminated the entire room with a soft greenish cast. Sitting at the desk, the face of young Flavia moved into the light of the laptop. Her haunting eyes and soft skin reflect golden as she examined the screen. With anticipation she took the few strokes necessary to check her email. She gently bit her lovely lower lip as she searched through the list of email messages waiting for her. That lower lip can only be described as pouty, full and luscious. Her youthful beauty masks the dark yearnings of her heart. Yet her eyes speak of a hunting depth with wisdom beyond her physical age. Disappointment fell harshly on her face as she realizes the one she hoped to read from had not emailed. Eliminating the numerous junk mail messages she proceeded to open the only message of any importance. Just a note from a friend; and older photographer she met online who trades photos and ideas with her from time to time. Only mildly encouraged by a note from a friend, she felt a bit unfulfilled. The lovely Maria had failed to respond. 'Why am I so attracted to her?' Flavia ponders to herself as she begins to undress and prepare for some greatly needed sleep. Tossing her dark jacket aside, she stands to begin unbuckling her belt. The large medal tines release the thick leather strap that held her black combat style pants in place. She tugged the pants off her sultry hips exposing a stark contrast. Under the rough, exterior of black pants, black low cut t-shirt, black jacket and equally black eyeliner; frail, lace panties are exposed. Her feminine panties hiding under her rugged clothing reflect the true nature of this woman. But then again Flavia is a walking contradiction. Her rough exterior all but intentionally hides the soft, sweet and utterly confused heart of this young woman. She shields her broken confusion under the stark layers of a black and white uniform. The only color she permits herself is the gentle rainbow of distinct colors that cascade through her long, sandy blond hair. Grabbing her t-shirt by the hem, she tugged it off over her head, revealing a matching lace bra. She wadded it up in a ball, and tossed it on the pile of her pants she had stepped out of; before sauntering toward her bed. Her discouragement over not hearing from Maria was turning to self-doubt and frustration. 'What was I thinking," she thought to herself. 'Yeah, just strike up a conversation in the classroom with a complete stranger and flirt with her. Great plan,' she sarcastically mused. The lovely Maria was in her World Civ. One class last semester and as the months passed, it was clear that Flavia was mildly obsessed with the raven haired beauty. Now at the start of her second semester of her freshman year, Maria was often seated two rows in front of her in a dull core course; Art in the Western World. It's not the she had given up on guys completely. There were just too many frustrating situations with guys that didn't make sense to her. They were controlling, dominating, and utterly confusing. One recent relationship with a guy had turned a bit aggressive. He had forced himself on her sexually to the point that she had felt violated by his macho actions. Flavia stood in the darkness feeling the darkness of rejection at the thought that Maria may have tossed her email address away. She sat on the floor and leaned back against her bed reliving in her mind the moment when she first spoke to Maria. She was seated next to the aisle as Maria passed by following a long and very boring lecture. Maria had rolled her eyes at Flavia; as if to say, 'that was an impossibly dull lecture.' "Yeah, just shoot me if we have to endure any more like that one," she whispered up at Maria. "Girl, you won't have to shoot me. I'll be dead from my head exploding," she laughed. Surprisingly, Maria softly placed her hand on Flavia's shoulder as she passed by. Gently patting her as if to add sympathy to their shared pain. Flavia raised up quickly; not wanting to let the moment of opportunity pass by. "Are you getting any of this?" she asked in Maria's direction. Maria turned and waited for Flavia to gather her messenger bag. "Not as much as I should. I'm pretty worried about the test. It's not even two weeks away!" "I am too. God, he's just shooting through this stuff too fast. I've got to get it together before I fail what should be an easy class." Flavia wrinkled her forehead expressing her frustration. "You got that right girlfriend. Maybe we could get together and study sometime," Maria offered. Flavia's eyes shot open wide at the thought. Feeling a bit empowered by Maria's comment. "I'm Flavia, and I'd love to get together with you." She offered her hand and melted when Maria reciprocated. As their fingers touched a wave of excitement passed through Flavia's flesh making her warm and a bit flush. Maria gently squeezed her hand after a moment, all but signaling 'okay, that's enough.' Flavia's face felt warm, as if she was blushing at the thought. "Maria." She offered her name by way of introduction and flashed a gorgeous smile at Flavia. "Flavia," she nervously repeated. "Yes. I know who you are." Maria's smile widened even more. Flavia's eyes widened even more when she realized that she was repeating herself. "Can I give you my email address? You could let me know if you had time in the next few days to have a study date." Maria cocked her head to one side trying to comprehend what Flavia was offering. Then a broad smile crossed her face. "Sure." Maria tugged her notebook open to a blank page. "Write it here," she said. Flavia tried to contain her excitement as she grabbed her red gel pen. She quickly scribbled out her email address as clearly and legibly as possible. Her cheeks burned with the thought that Maria was watching her as she wrote. Maria glanced down at the red letters then gently blew on the ink before closing her notebook. Flavia drew a deep breath at the sight, trying not to stare. "I'll be in touch. Well, I've got another class, so gotta run now. Bye." With that Maria turned and rushed out of the lecture hall. Now in the darkness of her bedroom and without any response from Maria, Flavia began to second guess her every utterance. '...a study date. What kind of idiot calls it a study date?' Flavia thought to herself as she sat leaning against her bed. When frustrated, angered, or even just upset, Flavia knew what calmed her. Leaning back against her bed, her hand ran up under the bed to a ridge along bed frame. As a child she would hide candy along this ledge. As a high school student she would hide notes from boys. But now she hid something much darker along this hidden ledge. Her fingers gripped a prize possession. In the darkness she pulled out an eight inch dagger. She twirled it by the handle in her nimble fingers; a practiced movement. The feel of the leather bound grip in her hands comforted her. She mused to her self how she had found this blade at a flea market a year earlier; how possessing it made her feel empowered and in control. She purchased it just days following the undesirable invasion of her body by the last boy she had ever been with. 'Not so weak and docile now, am I?' she mused as she ran the blade gently against the flesh of her breast. The blade pressed into the flesh of her breast that bulged above her bra. Just enough to leave a scrape mark on her ivory white skin, but not so firmly as to cut. Her eyes closed with the pleasurable feeling. Her mouth fell agape at the emotion found in the blade's touch. She couldn't describe the reason, but she found great peace in the touch of her blade. It was empowering, freeing, deeply satisfying, and most of all; arousing. And it was having it's desired effect. Biting her pouty bottom lip as the thought struck her, a deviant image crossed her mind. It was the thought of Maria's soft lips and that gorgeous raven-like hair. She quietly reached around behind her and unlatched her bra. The raised flesh of her breast that had protruded upward at the restraint fell as the bra released. Her freshman year had morphed her body from a skinny teenager to an exceedingly pleasing woman. The older bra should have been discarded long ago, but Flavia loved how it drew her breasts to form very adult cleavage. As the bra fell, she drew the straps off her shoulders and tossed it errantly toward her other clothes. Her breasts now exposed to the cool room combined with the emotion of her blade in her hand caused her nipples to become quickly erect. She ran the tip of the blade along the areola of her right breast. The tingling feeling caused her to suck gently on her bottom lip. Her button-like nipples began to elongate as she became aroused. Thoughts of Maria made her wild with desire. She imagined Maria as she stood next to her that day; the thin t-shirt that clearly could not hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her small, round breasts caused the material to tautly stretch. It was all Flavia could do to avoid staring at Maria's nipples as they caused her t-shirt to reveal themselves. Her free hand drifted downward until she ran her forefinger along the lace of her panties. The waistband was taunt, creating a gorgeous panty bridge. She slid her fingers into the small opening along her hip bone causing a stirring to pass through her torso. Her knees fell open as her fingers pressed further, down into her sex. Her dampness made it clear that the tingle of her blade had done its job. She gently pressed her middle finger into the dampness, parting the soft flesh causing her to gasp. Ever mindful of how close her parent's bedroom is to her own, she tried her best to contain any audible moan. As her middle finger plunged deeply into her, a quiver shook through her legs. They softly swayed back and forth, at times squeezing together, pressing her hand into her sex. Then just as pleasingly they fell completely open, accentuating the sensation of her fingers playing along the soft folds of her labia. Her head fell back against her mattress as she playfully pressed the blade flat against her nipple; forcing it to compress deep into the soft flesh of her full breast. The feeling pleased her greatly. Then letting the blade pull away, her erect nipple again stood proud. She let the flat of the blade softly touch just the tip of her nipple. As she moved the blade up and down it's friction caused her nipple to bend in tantalizing ways. She could feel the ribbed, center crease of the blade as it ran across her softness. Then stroking downward again with the blade she simultaneously plunged the fingers of her other hand deeply into her again. This motion of a blade being run across her nipple while she pleasured herself with her other hand was astounding to her. She bit softly on her tongue as it licked the corner of her mouth. The motion of her fingers inside her began to hasten to the urgency she felt. In her mind she viewed images of Maria. She imagined touching Maria's face and caressing her hair. She imagined softly kissing her neck and letting her tongue glide down the length of her collarbone. 'God, she's stunning', she thought as she imagined her muse. Maria's long, athletic frame and tight, pert ass caused a smile to spread across Flavia's face. The sexual frustration she felt caused her to shift; sliding from her seated position she came to rest sprawled out on the floor next to her bed. The rough texture of the carpet pressed against the soft skin of her shoulder blades. It was ecstasy. Now on her back, she had more control. Her hips rose to meet her every stroke as she continued the plunging motion. One finger gave way to two as she caressed the inner lining of her body, rubbing the most sensitive spot she could find. The strokes quickened. As her hand cupped to permit her fingers their path, her palm grazed her finely trimmed hair; each stroke causing a shiver to pass through her. Her hips began to buck into her hand as she approached orgasm, the blade now pressed firmly against her breast. The skin bulged to either side of the blade around her nipple as she took that final thrust with her hips. The heals of her feet were pressed against each other, permitting her leverage as she spread her legs open and thrust her hips to meet her hand. And with a final, forceful movement of her hips upward, she moaned with the reward of an amazing orgasm. Her body shivered and her breathing stopped for a moment as she drank in the moment. Then taking a gasp of much needed air, her hips fell to the carpet. Her panties were drenched in her own pleasure. Her breathing that had been exaggerated; began to steady. Her eyes opened to the achievement of her pleasure as a smile spread across her face. Her damp hand rose to her face as she collapsed, exhausted from the experience. In her mind she wondered if it was sick to enjoy the smell of her arousal; but she did. Her hand fell gently across her mouth, not licking or sucking her fingers, but enjoying the aroma of her sexuality as she clenched her eyes shut. The blade slid softly to one side and came to rest on the carpet next to her. She stared up into the darkness wondering if her feelings for another woman were wrong. She thought of the men in her life that she loved deeply; father, cousins and friends. But when she needed to relieve her own sexual tension, her thoughts always turned to the sensation and imagination of another woman. Was this wrong? Certainly it shouldn't be this way. Yet she had always enjoyed the company of women; the banter and connection she had with them. Somehow she never had the same feelings when in the company of boys. As she pondered her sexuality in the darkened room, lit only by the glow of her computer that had now fallen a bit darker due to her screen saver, a ping sound came from the laptop and screen returned to full brightness. She rolled over to her desk and pulled herself to her knees, still wobbly from her self gratification. It was her email notification. A new message came through. Moving a finger across the glide pad it dawned on her that her fingers were still damp from her own arousal. They left a streak of wetness across the glide pad. She shook off the thought long enough to read the message that had just arrived. 11:14 pm From: MariaDiva100@ xxxx.xxx To: FlaviaGraceLL@ xxxx.xxx Subject: Sorry Flavia, Sorry I didn't respond earlier. My brother came home as a surprise. Didn't know his ship was in this week. Unexpected liberty. Yes. I would love to study with you next week. I'm free Thursday from 2-4 then I have a 4pm class in Tyler Hall. After 5 I'd be free the rest of the evening. Let me know if either of those times work for you. (or both) :) Hope to see you then. Maria With those simple paragraphs Flavia's heart stopped! All the self-depreciating thoughts she earlier had experienced faded away at the possibility of spending time with Maria. She could only hope that Maria had the same feeling about her. She squeezed her eyes together, trying to decide how to respond. 'Is an immediate reply seem too forward? If I wait, will I lose the opportunity? God, get this out. I have to respond now!' she thought as she quickly began to type. 11:19 pm From: FlaviaGraceLL@ xxxx.xxx To: MariaDiva100@ xxxx.xxx Subject: No Need to be Sorry! Maria, No problem. I was just getting ready for bed. Glad you got to see your brother. You'll have to tell me all about it on Thursday. BTW 2-4 on Thursday is great. If we need more time, I'm free that evening too. Can't wait! Let me know on Monday where you want to meet. Maybe you can explain to me what Prof Martin was talking about today lol... See you then, Flavia. The excitement boiled inside her as she finished the message and hit send. The anticipation of being alone with Maria, focused on her, spending time with her, and having her attention, made Flavia flush with anticipation. But it was a still several days away. Throwing herself on her bed, she stripped off her wet panties and threw them on the floor with her other clothes before climbing under the covers. Squeezing her pillow as she tried to roll over to sleep, she realized she was too excited to sleep tonight. But eventually she drifted off, desiring a dream of Maria. A STUDY DATE? Flavia dashed out of the house, barely yelling her good-bye's as the screen door closed behind her. She was late for the blue line bus having spent far too long getting ready for this special day. It was the first spring day that actually felt like spring. Bounding onto the sidewalk, she jaywalked across the street toward a row of condos leading to the corner where she picked up the bus for campus. Walking past her friend's condo, she noticed a row of freshly planted spring flowers that lined the sidewalk. She smiled gently to herself before passing the next condo where the yard was littered with outdoor toys and signs of childhood anarchy. The stark contradiction between the two households was duly noted in her mind as she glanced down to see in broad daylight the outfit she had selected. It was also a contradiction. Her dark gray clothing shouted anarchy while covering her soft flower like undergarments. Normally she didn't care what anyone thought about how she dressed; choosing to be seen as dark and stark over soft and frilly. But today was different. Thursday had come and she would soon be meeting up with Maria for coffee and some study time. 'I wonder what Maria thinks of the way I dress?" she mused to herself, pacing her steps to match the rhythm of seams in the sidewalk. With each block of the sidewalk passing beneath her, she became more intensely aware of how lonely she was. Guys didn't seem to understand her cold, aloof personality and girls didn't feel comfortable with her bold statement of wardrobe. While she knew she felt more comfortable around other women; they were the very ones who often misunderstood her the most. 'Maybe Maria will be different. Maybe she'll understand that I only dress this way to keep guys from getting too close,' she thought to herself as she walked along. The Dark Side of Flavia The air brakes made a long hissing sound as they brought the bus to a halt. She hesitated as two other students moved toward the bus, still thinking about Maria before clutching the shoulder strap of her messenger bag and stepped aboard. Time stood still as the day became unbearable. Every second of classroom lecture, every new assignment, every report, every powerpoint slide; all worked in unison to keep her from the appointed time. Just a string of activities that would bar her from the sliver of two hours she would spend with Maria. Daydreaming of her muse, her only refuge from the mundane of life. At five minutes until two, Flavia glanced around the entry area of the coffee shop where she was meeting Maria. She could feel her own heart beating out of control within her breast. Like a giddy child at Christmas, anticipating the gifts to be found, Flavia searched the room to see if her 'present' was there. A totally uncharacteristic pout fell on her face when she didn't find a package with her name on it. Suddenly she was startled by someone thrusting a photograph in her face from behind her. "Name the artist and the style of this painting!" Maria demanded as she sardonically giggled. "That's a painting from an old dead guy and the style is some sorta goofy oil painting style," Flavia replied as she realized that Maria was toying with her. Both girls laughed as Maria stepped out from behind Flavia. 'God she's hot. Wish I could pull off an outfit like that,' Flavia thought to herself as she looked over her new friend. Maria's tall, athletic frame was draped in a bohemian blouse that was longer on one side than the other. It was low cut in the front. The sheer material barely hid the fact that Maria was enjoying a braless Thursday. Her small breasts formed two exquisite points against the silky material. Long silver necklaces graced her slender torso, falling between the two lovely peaks. Flavia could barely refrain from letting her eyes drift. Beneath the long shirt, she wore black leggings which accentuated her long, shapely legs. Her frail sandals exposed perfectly pedicured toes. Her nearly coal black hair was pulled back; held with a hair tie made from a gauzelike material. The light would glisten against portions of her hair and reflect back in shades of darkness that reminded Flavia of the shimmer of black feathers. "Looks like I'm not the only one who doesn't get this stuff! And to think; he's gonna run dozens of these in front of us for that test." Maria grumbled as she softly rubbed Flavia's shoulder reassuringly. Flavia froze at Maria's touch. A spark of electric passed through her whole body as she wryly smiled accepting Maria's gesture. "You getting anything," Maria said as she motioned toward the main counter with her head. Momentarily Flavia thought to herself, 'oh yeah. I'm getting something. I'm getting turned on.' But she quickly realized that Maria was gesturing toward the counter where they were still two people away from ordering. "Yeah. Coffee, black," Flavia replied. "Ooooh. Dark and mysterious. Sorta fits you," Maria commented, grinning wildly. 'What does she mean by that?' Flavia considered to herself. "Let me guess. You're more the Mocha type?" Flavia cocked her hip to one side, crossed her arms, and lowered her head looking at Maria through her upturned eyes in mockery. "Lattes baby! You go dark and mysterious and I'll go light and milky. My treat," Maria exclaimed. "Dad threw cash at me to make up for being an absent father again," she sarcastically threw out. Seeing the confused look on Flavia's face, she continued, "My folks are divorced so dad tries to buy my love." She paused for emphasis. "So I let him." She said in an ever increasingly dry humor. "Works for me." The two girls stood in line next to the counter while several customers were being served. Flavia scanned the crowd for a free table. "If you're getting the coffee, I'll go see if I can find a table. I think I saw a free one in the side section." "There's a side section?" Maria replied before recognizing where Flavia was looking. Once she understood the direction Flavia was going, she smiled and nodded. 
Flavia worked her way through the crowded dining area and settled into the small two person booth along the inside dividing wall. She pulled out a few books and a notepad with notes from recent lectures; preparing to discuss the dreaded class with Maria. Resting her head on the back of her hands, she glanced over to the other patrons. 'Wait, isn't that Sandy's mother?' she though to herself. 'God's she's with a guy!' Sandy's dad had passed away not long before they moved across the street to the condos. She smiled as she thought of the fresh flowers that lined the walkway to their unit. But quickly contained her expression. 'Wonder if Sandy knows about this. He's actually flirting with her,' she mused. About that time, Maria arrived with coffee. She started talking before even reaching the table and setting the cups in place. "So Flavia, I think we've been in a few classes together this year." "Yeah. One each semester. Kind of a coincidence for a university this large." "So how is it we're both from the same city, both the same age, and we've never met?" Flavia found it difficult to respond, absorbed in Maria's deep eyes. "I went to South, which high school did you go to?" She finally uttered. "Well that explains it. I went to University High." She mumbled while digging books out of her sling pack. She leaned back and took a deep cleansing breath, playfully grimaced and continued. "This test is on Monday and I truly don't get it. So let's go over the study guide and see if we can find anything in our notes to flesh it out." Maria directed. "Sounds like a plan." Flavia chimed. The girls discussed how to tell the difference between Venetian, Northern Renaissance, and Baroque characteristics while sipping occasionally from the cups. Their minds drifted for a bit during a discussion of impressionism while joking about several abstract images. "Looks more like monkey shit flung on a wall, to me." Maria giggled at one image. Flavia about choked on her coffee at the thought before breaking into laughter. "God, you've got a gorgeous laugh and smile." Maria mused. "So why all the dark?" She hesitated, gauging Flavia's reaction before continuing. Flavia set her mug down and quietly put her hands in her lap. "I donno, just been feeling a bit dark lately," she replied. "Don't take offense or anything, but I don't think I've ever seen you in anything but gray and black clothes. With a smile like that you should be wearing red!" Maria's exuberance spilled out in her words. The comments caught Flavia off guard. She was so taken by Maria that she let the cold exterior of her life crumble a bit. She glanced down at her coffee, blushing a bit. 'Oh my god, blushing! This isn't like me at all. Maybe she's okay with me.' Flavia rolled the thoughts through her mind. 'How do I explain? I can't tell her the whole story.' As she was mulling it over in her mind, fortune struck. Maria's phone rang. Maria turned to answer giving Flavia the opportunity to close that door of conversation before it was truly opened. "Yeah. Hey dad. What's up?" Maria started. Flavia nodded toward the coffee station, giving the non-verbal intent of getting a refill. Maria shook her head with a smile, mouthing the words 'thanks.' As Maria continued her call, Flavia took the mugs to warm up the black gold in their mugs. She passed by the table where Sandy's mom and that guy were chatting. She tried not to gawk at the unusual couple. 'God it's embarrassing. Those two adults were flirting with each other right here in a room full of college students. Get a room already.' she thought as she moved beyond them. Returning with fresh coffee, she could see Maria was a bit frustrated. "Yes. Okay. Yes. I will dad. Well, just give me time to work something out. Okay." She glanced at Flavia who was cautiously approaching the table. She motioned to her to say it was okay. "Well, like I said, I'll figure something out. Okay, me too. Bye." Maria punched the red off circle on her iphone, setting it on her books. "God they annoy me sometimes!" She exclaimed in frustration, fisting her hands tightly and shaking them slightly for emphasis. "What's up?" Flavia asked in concern. "Mom is going back east to spend a few days with my aunt Beth. I was going to stay with dad for those days because for some reason mom doesn't want me to stay at home alone. I'm a college freshman and they hover over me like I'm in kindergarten!" Her annoyance was spilling out. "But now he's tied up this weekend and won't be around either." "So she doesn't want you to stay by yourself?" "No. And with this test on Monday, I don't want to go to Philadelphia for the weekend. I need to spend some time studying." Her fake, pouty, whine made Flavia smile inside. Without thinking through what she was saying, Flavia spoke. "That's not a problem. Just stay at my place for the weekend." Even as she heard what she had just said, panic ran through her. 'God, I just asked this gorgeous woman to spend the weekend with me. Shit. Shit! SHIT!! My room is a pigsty. I'll have to run home and clean!' She internally grimaced at the thought of how much work it would take to prepare her room for a guest. "Flavia, that's so sweet." Maria exclaimed. She was clearly pondering the notion as her eyes began to broaden. "Better yet. You come stay at my place. Mom will be okay that I'm not home alone and we'll have the house to ourselves!" Giddy with excitement Maria grabbed Flavia's hand; squeezing it with joyful anticipation. "Wouldn't that be fun?" Flavia's heart stopped at the thought. A whole weekend with Maria. Alone! "God, Maria, are you sure?" A deviant grin crossed her face slyly as she pondered the reality of enjoying two days alone with the object of her obsession. "We can study, order a pizza, drink some of mom's hooch, watch a movie. Ooh, Ooh. Then on Saturday night we can have some friends over! We'll throw a little party. It'll be fab." Maria's pitch and excitement rose with each sentence; her eyes wildly glancing around as if searching for the ideas that may have been hanging in each corner of the room. "Well, it sounds great. But I only have a couple of friends. I don't socialize much." Flavia began before Maria cut her off with her energetic thought flow. "We'll keep it small. Just a couple of girls. A real girls only pajama party. God, that sounds too childish. Maybe a hot girl's panty party." Maria's eyebrows rose at the thought, her words becoming a bit more intentionally sultry. "But, I." Flavia's face quirked with an almost painful expression. "What?" Maria questioned seeing the concern on her new friend's face. "Hot girls?" Flavia whispered, leaning forward to speak more softly. She glanced around to be sure nobody was hearing what she was saying. "Well-yeah!" Maria all but sang her response, a bit too loudly for Flavia's taste. "Well, that's like not," Flavia protested softly. "Wait? Are you like?" Maria's eyes penetrated Flavia right to the core. "Well-yeah?" Flavia all but sang back in a self-deprecating sarcasm. "God. Flavia! Are you joking? You definitely fall into the 'Hot Girls' category." Flavia went flush with the thought that Maria even remotely thought of her as being in the same realm. For the briefest of moments, the hurt of her all but non-existent self image was pulled out of the darkness and into glorious light. "Okay, but I just warn you, I'm not very good at parties." Flavia started to explain herself but again was interrupted by Maria's rambunctious verve. "It's settled! Tomorrow night for study and Saturday night for fun!! Oh Shit!" Maria exclaimed when she glanced at her cell phone to check the time. "I'm gonna be late for class. Let's talk about it in a couple of hours. Can you still meet me later?" "Sure." She responded without hesitation, not even checking her scheduled to see if she really could or not. The two girls quickly grabbed their things and headed to the door. Flavia was leaning to one side, tugging her messenger bag's strap up over her shoulder as she worked her way toward the drop off point for mugs and trash. The guy that had been sitting with Sandy's mom passed by her and headed for the door. She suspiciously looked him over for good measure, just so she could tell her neighbor about this guy she had seen. 'I'm sure Sandy needs to know if her momma is making sweet with some strange guy. It could be worse. At least he was just a normal old guy and not hideously ugly too. Giggling wildly, the girls dropped their mugs off and turned to leave. Looked up as they headed through the doors, two tall boys were standing at the entrance. They held the door open for the girls and smiled broadly, obviously checking out Maria. A twinge of jealousy struck Flavia that these guys would be ogling the girl she wanted. But then again, she didn't even know if Maria was interested in girls for anything more than friendship. "Why thank you kind sir," Maria said to the boy closest to her as she passed by. She briefly let her hand pat his midsection as she batted her eyes at him. Flavia blushed and kept her head down as she passed by. 'God, Maria is so spontaneous. I wish I could be that openly flirtatious. But then again, I don't look like her.' she thought to herself. In the bright sunlight of the parking lot, Maria initiated her 'good bye for now' ritual. But before she could, a resounding shout came from across the parking lot. "Flavia!" Sandy closes the door to a VW and begins rushing toward Flavia. "We live across the street from each other, so why is it that the only time I see you anymore is downtown?" She started while walking across the parking lot. Sandy is a slender, attractive, reddish blond with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. It waved with her exaggerated movements as she approached. "Sandy. They let you out of the prison?" Flavia sarcastically tossed back at her. Maria raised an eyebrow trying to grasp what Flavia is talking about. "Sandy is a senior at South." Flavia explained. Maria took a moment to look over Sandy before leaning in toward Flavia and whispering, "Wow, your girlfriend is hot just like you." The comment struck a cord in Flavia stomach, a spark of excitement shot through her at the thought that Maria was commenting on the looks of another woman. 'Maybe it's a sign that Maria might like the company of women too,' she thought to herself. "Not out of jail yet. But I am only at the school a couple of hours each day. Work-study permit in the afternoons." She explained. "Maria, this is my neighbor, Sandy. We went to high school together." Flavia gives Sandy a brief hug and Sandy responds with a kiss to Flavia's cheek that missed all but completely. "Hi, I'm Maria, a friend of Flavia." She extended a hand to greet Sandy but received an unexpected hug as well. "Any friend of my neighbor..." Sandy replies. "Oooh Oooh... you should come to our party on Saturday night!" Maria grabbed Sandy's forearm and tugged her a bit for emphasis. "I'm in!" Sandy replied to Maria. Then turning to Flavia she mockingly said, "There's a party?" "Well it looks like it." Flavia shot a playful smirk at Sandy before throwing her eyes in Maria's direction, as if to say, 'Yep, she's on a roll here!' "Oh wait. That's the night I usually skype Jason." Sandy's eyes hood over as she thought through her schedule in her mind. "Bring a laptop or something. We have wifi." Maria confirmed hoping to entice Sandy with the idea of coming over. Maria glanced down at her cell phone again to check the time. "Oops. I really have to run now. I'll text after class to see where you wanna meet up. Later baby cakes!" Flavia's face turned scarlet at the thought of Maria calling her baby cakes. But it's sweet. She drifted off into a daydream as she watched Maria walk down the sidewalk toward the lecture halls. "Ah, earth to Flavia!" Sandy snickered. "You got it bad this time, don't you?" "What?!?" Flavia protests. "Oh for godsakes. 'Babycakes??' You look like a smitten elementary school kid." Sandy twists her mouth into an accusing expression. "Okay, so?" Flavia can't believe her own confession has passed through her lips. "It's okay. It's just me you're talking to. You remember, your friend that knows you're probably a lesbian." Sandy reassuringly offered. "Well, just let me know when and where this party thing is taking place. I'm meeting up with mom for dinner." "You're not the only one meeting up with your mom tonight." Flavia raised her eyebrows with a knowing look and grinned. "Hell. Are you saying that guy is here??" Sandy all but shouted before looking in the window. "That Guy?" Flavia inquired. "So you knew about it?" "She's been up to something. Dressing in her cutest things, wearing perfume again, curling her hair to go to work; all the signs are there. She won't fess up to it but I knew it had to be a guy." Sandy ranted while looking in the window to catch a glimpse of the new man. "Sorry hon. You just missed him. He was sitting in there with your mom the whole time we were studying. And I hate to be the one to tell you this, but ..." Flavia's sentence drifted off into all but a whisper. "What?" Sandy demanded. "Well. She was flirting with the guy." Flavia uttered softly as if telling a deep dark secret. Sandy's eyes widened, then all at once both girls gave expressions of nausea. Flavia made coughing noises while Sandy acted like she was throwing up. The girls composed themselves after their mock attack of nausea over the thought of anyone over 24 dating. Sandy turned to lean against the brick wall next to the window where she had been peeping for a glance of the new guy. "I have a new guy too. He was in your graduating class!" Sandy smirked. "Yeah. So you finally hitched up with Jason." Flavia replied calmly. "WHAT? How'd you know??" Sandy's face curled up with the frustration that her little secret was clearly out in the open with her friend. "Please? You two always toyed with each other all through school. I just thought that since he went away for college you'd never have the chance to make good on it. But I guess in the age of video chat and Facetime, anything possible," Flavia lectured. "Well, you're right." Sandy relented. "But not ANYTHING is possible. I enjoy talking with him and we're talking seriously about this summer. But It would be nice to have him here and not there." "That's what Facetime sex is for." Flavia again spit out a zinger without even flinching as much as a cheek muscle. But to her surprise, Sandy was speechless. It wasn't the kind of speechless that results from getting hit with a sarcastic 'yo momma' comment. It was the kind of speechless that comes from being outed. "Wait. You dirty little girl." Flavia's grin was priceless, knowing she had accidentally stepped into the erotic secret life of Sandy. "Okay it was only a couple of times, but we both were kinda worked up." Sandy protested as she raised up and away from the brick wall. "And besides. It's the safest form of sex." Justifying it with the safe sex line caught Flavia as funny and she broke into a full out laugh. Within a moment Sandy joined her, realizing how absurd her statement was. "Well, I have a couple of errands to run before meeting up with Maria to study some more. As soon as I get an address I'll text you and let you know where the party is Saturday. Looks like I'm spending the weekend with Maria." Even as she spoke the words, it sank into her heart that she was about to spend two days with Maria - alone. The Dark Side of Flavia "Okay. I better go check on mom and get the scoop on this guy she's acting so weird about." Sandy clinched her eyes, acting as if she really didn't want to consider her mom dating. "Until Saturday then!" "Later, Babycakes!" Sandy sarcastically cried before bounding through the doors of the coffee shop. PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER The closet door flung open as a panicked Flavia shoved hangers aside, digging through the contents. She pulled out a top, holding it up against a pair of pants before wrinkling her brow and throwing it on a pile of clothes already mounded on her bed. Nothing seemed to be right. 
'God, this all looks so juvenile!' she thought to herself. Her self-imposed frustration with the concept of shopping was now paying her back. She realized just how few clothes she owned that still fit. 'Why am I keeping that?' She mused as she pulled out a t-shirt with her high school logo. Realizing that her more adult shape would hardly fit into it, she tossed it aside. She had to choose something. Her two day weekend with Maria was just a couple of hours away. Finally selecting a few of garments from the racks, she began to gently fold them on top of the items already in her overnight bag; two matching bra and pantie sets, a night shirt, a matching pair of pajama pants, makeup kit, and other accessories. She stood up calmly in front of her now completely packed bag, attempting to mentally itemize the contents to see if she had forgotten anything. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she tried to maintain her composure while imagining the night's potential. She grinned a bit thinking that this was her first 'sleep-over' since she was a kid. Warm memories of her 'Dora the Explorer' sleeping bag and matching back pack raced through her mind. 'Sleep-over'. The phrase had captured her fascination since the moment the words fell graciously from Maria's lips. 'God, those hot lips!' Flavia closed her eyes and relished the image of Maria's soft facial features; the gentle slope of her jaw line, the slight dimple of her cheeks, her sparkling eyes that seemed to look past the surface into the soul - all of which culminated in the gentle, glistening lips. Momentarily she closed her eyes and her breathing increased as she remembered the dinner they shared while studying. Her breath suddenly hitched when she remembered the words 'sleep over'. 'Fuck! I've got to stop this. I don't even know if she's into other women.' Shaken to reality by reality, Flavia shoved the lid down onto the overnight bag and zipped it closed. She paused momentarily, the glancing thought of having forgotten something touched her subconscious. Of course. Reaching down under her bed, she ran her hand along her secret ledge. Fumbling past several hidden objects, she pulled out a uniquely shaped item. A three blade fang. It was shaped much like the head of Titan's spear, but without a shaft. Two curved and pointed blades with a smaller center blade. It fit perfectly in her hand. She ran the blade in a sweeping motion through the air in a clearly practiced motion before resting it against her breast. She loved the feel of the blade pressing against her. It gave her a great feeling of self-empowerment and confidence. She didn't plan to take it out of the suit case. But just having it with her was like having a spiritual talisman; one that calmed her anxieties and steadied her thoughts. She slid it in the outer pouch of her suitcase, hilt first. Then closing the latch on the pouch, she patted the cover for reassurance. Gripping her satchel in hand, she resolutely stood. 'Well, before the night is over, I'll find out if I have a friend or something more.' The thought caused her to smile again; something that few things in life could do. The chime of her inbox sounded from her open laptop on the desk. The action caused the screen to increase in brightness, coming out of power-saver mode. Flavia pulled her chair back to sit down, but it was partially obstructed by two pair of pants that had been discarded in the sorting process. She kicked them aside freeing her chair before kneeling on the seat and putting her elbows on either side of the laptop she leaned over to investigate. 5:14 pm From: MariaDiva100@ xxxx.xxx To: FlaviaGraceLL@ xxxx.xxx Subject: Excited Flavia, Really looking forward to the fun this weekend. I promise to study hard tonight so we can have ALL night tomorrow to party! Just wanted you to know that Mom left earlier than we thought. She was able to take off from the hospital before her shift was done. Been gone for about 10 minutes! I'M FREE! lol Well, if you are able to shake free earlier, just show up! Nobody here but me. ... and I'm lonely... :( Hope to see you soon. Maria Flavia's heart nearly exploded as she read. 'And I'm lonely,' caused her stomach to turn to jelly. 'Is Maria sending me a message in this message? Is she trying to tell me something or am I just reading into it? I get to help Maria be un-lonely'. A deviant grin fell slowly across her face as she began to catalogue ways to assist in Maria's 'loneliness'. Unconsciously she squeezed her legs together, reflexively responding to the emotional arousal she was experiencing. 'I've got to stop this before I need to change my panties;... again!' She laughed to herself before replying. 5:19 pm From: FlaviaGraceLL@ xxxx.xxx To: MariaDiva100@ xxxx.xxx Subject: Excited TOO! Maria, I'm kinda psyched about this weekend too. Can't wait. In fact, I won't wait. :) I'll head over now. Should be there by 5:45. I promise to study too..(some) To be honest, I'm looking forward to 'party' time more than 'study time'. I feel a bit burned out on this stuff already. See you in 20! Flavia. 'Well, this is it.' She headed out the door, sliding her full hand against the light switch causing the room to go dark. Her cell phone buzzed with a new text message that caused her to flinch. Maria Why Miss Flavia! I didn't picture you as the "party" type! :) Flavia grinned in appreciation of Maria's sarcasm. She quickly began typing on her iphone in response. Flavia Well, there's a lot of dark secrets you don't know about me. Maria guess we'll just have to explore that - Of course I've got a couple myself. Flavia Looking forward to uncovering our secrets together Flavia momentarily second guessed her last message. But she passed it off, thinking Maria's comments were obviously just playful banter. But the playful banter made her rush down the steps toward her 'lonely', new friend. The neighborhood surrounding the address Maria had given her was a pleasant upper middle class section of town. Homes with two car garages on neatly trimmed rows of fairly large lots lined the perfectly patterned streets. Most were brick structures with rows of fresh spring flowers. The consistency of the design reeked of an OCD home owner's association. Flavia found the houses interesting but they lacked the diverse character of the homes in other parts of the city. These all seemed too new and perfect for her liking. At least there was a variety of designs; keeping it from having a cloned feel. Finding the right location she pulled into the driveway. As she turned off the engine of her mom's gray Ford Fusion, she leaned forward to look up through the windshield at the home. It was a newer home built to mimic earlier craftsman style homes. As she was taking it all in, the front porch light came on and the front door opened. Framed by the stone faced posts that supported white, half pillars; Maria stood like a vision of beauty. She waved and smiled as Flavia got out of the car and made her approach. Flavia could see that she was talking on the phone to someone. "Yes. Of course Dad. Okay, I get it. You're worried about your little girl. But..." She was obviously cut off by her father's response. "Okay, I will." She replied in a mildly mocking tone. "Yes. We'll be fine. And if I need anything, I'll call Mrs, Madison. ... Okay, love you too. Bye." "What was that all about?" Flavia chuckled as she neared the porch. "Dad is still going on about his 'Little Girl' staying alone in the big city. 'Lock the door. 'Don't let strangers in.' 'Don't say I'm alone on facebook.' I swear at times he's so chauvinistic. He can't even admit that I'm a college student now." "Geez, I'll never complain about my dad again." Flavia laughed as she stepped onto the porch. Maria held the door open for Flavia to enter while fumbling with the hand held phone. "Make yourself at home. This is the ol' homestead. Not much to look at but it's ours." Maria mocked. "Great place." Flavia replied. "It's okay. Suburban Hell! I know." Maria twisted her mouth as if it was a confession to live in such an environment. "No, really, I like it." Flavia reassured. "It's just that I'm more of a classic old house type. "Well, that might be my future too. Sometimes the homes all blend together in a blur out here." Maria motioned for Flavia to head toward steps near the hallway. She lead the way down the first few steps to a landing before explaining. "My room is down here, just off the family room." Taking the final few steps down, she clicked a few switches activating a ring of indirect lights surrounding the parameter of the room. Two couches, a bumper pool table, a huge big screen tv and glass doors leading to the back yard filled the space. "You can thrown your things in my room; in there." Maria motioned to the doorway of a darkened room. "I thought we'd study out here." Maria realized Flavia was still holding her suit case. "Really, make yourself at home." She laughed. "Oh, okay." Flavia stuttered, having been drinking in her surroundings. Moving through the doorway into the darkened room, she groped momentarily for a light switch. The switch controlled a lamp near a four post bed. As the room was bathed in light, Flavia surveyed her surroundings. The bedspread and matching curtains seemed a bit out of place and frilly in contrast to the rest of the room. A dressing table draped with dozens of chains, necklaces, hair bands and personal items. The mirror was surrounded with snapshot pictures of Maria and various people; likely family members seeing the ages and variety. A classy bass guitar and amp set were propped up in the corner. Along the closet door hung a few blouses and belts, not in any recognizable order. "Hey, I have Pizza Al's on the line. What do you like on your pizza?" Maria called from the family room. "Anything is fine. Just no sardines." Flavia replied. "You're not like a vegan or anything are you?" Flavia quirked her eyebrows momentarily before responding. "No. Are you?" She called back quizzically. "God no. But we'll deal with Angie tomorrow night! So we'll do meat tonight!" Flavia set her suitcase down under the window where there was an open spot. As she turned to head back out, she noticed the cluster of concert posters on the wall next to the entrance. U2, Coldplay, and what looked to be a less familiar, local band covered the wall from top to bottom. The posters were held up by push pins that held used tickets as well. Clearly Maria enjoyed the concert scene. Re-entering the family room, she found Maria sitting cross-legged on the couch. Text books were already spread out over the coffee table and it was time to get serious. 'Remember, study tonight - play tomorrow night.' She thought to herself. But it wouldn't be easy. Maria was gorgeous. Several hours later, the girls looked spent. A pizza box with one, lonely remaining piece of meat lover's pizza lay open on the coffee table amid a cluster of empty cola bottles. Empty potato chip bags had clearly given way to chocolate as an acceptable side dish. Scattered sheets of hand written notes from lectures were used as coasters for the remaining cola. Flavia was sitting on the floor with her head leaning back on the edge of the couch. Maria was lounging across the couch with an ipad, thumbing through sample art examples; occasionally pointing one out to Flavia for help in identifying the artist. The parameter lights had been dimmed a bit and the sun was now setting, bringing a soft glow to the room through the sheer curtains of the glass doorway. "Okay, so if he uses the examples from the online study guide as a part of the test, we'll ace that part." Maria finally stated confidently. "Or die trying." Flavia moaned. Maria smirked at the morbid humor, looking over to see the exhausted expression on Flavia's face. Still holding her ipad in one hand above her, she reached over using her other hand to softly rake through Flavia's hair. The relaxing massage caused Flavia to close her eyes restfully. But it soon dawned on her that she was enjoying Maria's touch far more than she should. Flavia tilted her head to look back at Maria but didn't speak. "You seemed a bit uptight." Maria replied in answer to the question that wasn't verbalized. "Thanks. That feels wonderful. And yes. I'm a lot uptight about this test." "We're ready. Probably more ready than we think." "I sure hope so." Flavia calmly replied. She tried not to enjoy Maria's massage too greatly. 'Surely she's just being nice.' She thought as she allowed the pleasure of Maria's massage to continue. A warm, tingling feeling rushed through her forehead and across her face as Maria continued stroking and fondling her hair. "I'm done. How bout you?" Maria finally stated confidently. 'Hell no!' Flavia thought to herself, wanting the massage to continue forever. "Yeah. Any more and I think I'll explode." 'Isn't that the truth!' Maria got up slowly and headed for the bedroom. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable. And then I'm going to break out some wine. You okay with that?" "Sure." Flavia responded. From her position leaning against the couch, Flavia could see Maria enter her bedroom. But Maria didn't close the door. Before she realized what was happening, Maria began undressing; in clear view for Flavia to enjoy. Maria hung her necklace gently along the mirror of her dressing table before she started unbuttoning her blouse. Facing away from Flavia, she took two steps toward the bed as she let the blouse fall off her shoulders. A simple white bra strap remained pressing a line across her frail back; her blouse thrown to the edge of the bed. Without the shirt tails covering her hips, Flavia could now see the outline of Maria's shapely hips and ass. She slid both thumbs in the sides of her black tights, peeling them off her lovely body down to just above the knee. Bending over to push the tight material down, caused her to create a gorgeous display. Using one hand to steady herself by grabbing the bedpost, she bent over to continue tugging the tights off her right leg. As she bent lower to free her leg from the restraint of the tights, her lovely back side was completely revealed to Flavia's gaze causing her to suck in a stunned breath. Maria was wearing only a pair of high cut panties that fully exposed her ass cheeks. Without shame she completed her task, moving to her other leg; tugging the tights off her feet and finally throwing them on the bed. Her movements were slow and methodical. Standing in the soft glow of the lamp on her nightstand, Maria turned to look into the family room. She stood there in her simple white bra and barely there panties with a confused look on her face. "You gonna change for bed or are you planning on sleeping in those clothes?" She said softly. Flavia felt momentarily immobilized; stunned by the gorgeous sight of Maria's long legs and lilt frame. Her skin seemed to glow a rich golden color from the lighting in the bedroom. But she soon found the courage to move. Entering the room Flavia began shuffling through her suitcase, placing unneeded items to one side. She tugged out her pajama pants and night shirt before standing up again. She turned to see that Maria had wrapped herself in a comfortable night shirt. It was silky in texture with a fine pinstripe of pink that radiated against her equally silky flesh. Her nipples pressed against the soft material, screaming to be recognized. Maria seemed unfazed by the thought of undressing in front of her new friend; and now she stood confidently. But Flavia was a bit more cautious. Being an only child, Flavia had always been a bit conservative about things. She wasn't exactly bashful, but had never experienced changing in front of other siblings, sharing bathroom space, or accidentally walking in on another family member; let alone dressing in front of a woman that had caused her to lose sleep at night. Maria continued with her normal nighttime routine as Flavia tugged her shirt off over her head. She turned away and somewhat reluctantly began to unbuckle her belt. Stepping out of her black, oversized pants, she felt the cool air strike her legs. It was as bracing as the realization that she was now standing in panties and bra before the object of her recent sexual obsessions. Maria turned from the bed and looked over at Flavia. "OH MY GOD!" She shouted, a bit stunned at the sight. Flavia grabbed her shirt and held it up; covering herself as much as possible. "What?" She responded in panic. "There's a gorgeous woman under all that camouflage." Maria exclaimed. "Good God! You're gorgeous.! Flavia blushed and moved uncomfortably at the thought. She lowered her head a bit and awkwardly fumbled with her wadded up clothing. Maria furrowed her brow and took a step closer. "Why do you do that?" She took her forefinger and thumb to Flavia's chin and raised her face up. "Why do you always look down when someone compliments you?" "I don't." Flavia protested mildly, knowing it was true. "Please. You're gorgeous. Why the hell are you covering up all your finest assets?" "What do you mean?"

Maria grabbed her shoulders and pointed Flavia to face the dressing mirror. She tugged away the bundle of clothes that Flavia was using to cover herself, revealing the soft white flesh of her breasts that filled her bra to capacity. Maria looked over her shoulder to capture her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. "If I had a pair of THOSE," she reached around Flavia's torso and gently pushed upward on her breasts, causing the flesh to spill out over the top of her bra. "I'd be flashing them everywhere. You wouldn't be able to keep a shirt on me!" Maria stated firmly. "But they're too big." Flavia protested in a barely audible whisper. She reflexively pulled her arms together and all but covered her chest. It was almost as if she was telling a secret to a close friend. But the reality was that she was stunned at the sensation of Maria's hands touching her breasts; albeit through the material of her bra, she was touching them none the less. "GOD are you NUTS? Your breasts are perfect! I'd rather look like that than be flat chested like this!" And with that Maria lifted her shirt up, exposing her small but well formed breasts to the mirror. Flavia couldn't contain her response. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of her. She gasped softly, but couldn't control herself. Her eyes drank in the sight of Maria's lovely body; the finely shaped breasts had a graceful upturn to them that caused her nipples to stand at attention. In Flavia's world, Maria was the ideal body type; thin but not anorexic - athletic but not muscle bound. Far too soon, Maria dropped her shirt, covering 'the girls' again. She swatted Flavia on the butt and headed for the door. "White wine okay? I know where mom keeps the good stuff!" Without even pausing, she headed off toward the kitchen. Flavia stood before the dressing mirror looking at herself. She held her breasts for a moment, pushing up as Maria had done and turned slightly to one side. A flood of memories shot through her mind. The teasing of the boys during the months when she suddenly exploded; going from tom boy to big girl. She remembered the whispers of guys along the rows of lockers and the unwanted, lustful attention she suddenly gained. Girls that had been close to her were jealous and some even made snide remarks about her. Painful memories, but not the most painful of her past. The Dark Side of Flavia She unfastened her bra and let it fall forward; the straps slid down her arms. She glanced into the family room to assure she was alone before turning to look at herself again. There was no full size mirror like this at her house. She hadn't really seen herself in such a full view for a long time. Her breasts were not excessively large. They just were a bit larger than a woman of her body size and shape. 'Maria would enjoy this? She'd be flashing everyone?' she thought. 'Okay then. Maybe I will.' She threw the bra down into her suitcase and for the first time in many years, had a twinge of pride in how she looked. It wasn't based on some aggressive guy who nearly raped her. It was based on the opinion of a woman she was attracted to; who had just complimented her without being nasty or envious. She tugged her thin nightshirt over her head and tugged down as it surrounded her. The shirt was a bit tight, causing a mild stretch to the material as it encompassed her bust line. She smiled at the thought that her nipples pushed against the material just as Maria's. "Here you go." Maria said as she reentered the room with two wine glasses. "Thanks. I don't drink much. But a little wine is good." Flavia replied. Maria looked her over. "God, what I'd give to sport those for a couple of days," she spoke as she rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. Flavia laughed at the thought. "WOW. You're actually smiling. You should try that more often, it's very becoming." Maria extended one finger and ran it down Flavia's face, starting at the tip of her nose and down to her chin. With that Maria headed back to the family room. Flipping through the channels for what seemed like an eternity, the girls realized that nothing was on worth watching. So they resorted to surfing the internet, chatting, and emailing some friends. Plans were prepared for the next night's fun. Two of Maria's friends were coming over and Sandy planned on spending some time with them before going home to skype with her new boyfriend, Jason who was going to college in a different time zone. Maria had returned to her sprawled out state on the couch. Flavia was again seated on the floor, leaning against the couch, thumbing around on her laptop that was resting on the edge of the coffee table. Flavia opened an email from her photographer friend who had just finished a photo shoot with an erotic model, Pepper Keister. 'God, Pepper is the perfect woman' Flavia mused while reading the email. As she reached the bottom of the message, there was a link. It was normal for her friend to send links to stashed photos; examples of edits from the shoots he was doing. She didn't think much of it, just passively clicked on the link. Before she knew it, the screen was filled with erotic images of Pepper. They were far and beyond more erotic anything that her friend had ever sent. Images of Pepper spread out on a coffee table, shots of her tied up on a bed, and pictures of her being orally pleasured by another model. Each image offered Pepper's unrestrained facial expressions of ecstasy to complete the emotion of the photograph. Flavia scrolled down the thumbnails of the images. Just paging through, daydreaming about Pepper as she went. "What the hell are you looking at!?" Maria was now sitting up on the couch behind Flavia, looking over her shoulder. Flavia panicked and slammed the laptop shut. "Well, I didn't know he was sending me stuff like THAT!" She stammered a bit. "Whoa, Whoa, stop the train. He who? Stuff like what?" Maria interrogated. "And open that up. I wanna see that!" She grinned in almost illegal delight. Flavia slowly raised the laptop screen, letting the computer return from sleep mode. "An online friend of mine is a hobbyist photographer. We chat about some of his pictures and he occasionally sends me stuff that he's working on. I guess he likes to know my opinion." The images began to reappear on the screen. Flavia could feel Maria moving behind her. Suddenly, Maria's legs were straddling her shoulders. The warmth of Maria's thighs were pressing against her causing her to shudder with excitement. Combined with the physical sensation of Maria surrounding her, erotic images of Pepper now filled the laptop screen. Maria leaned into her. She could feel Maria's elbows now resting on her shoulders and Maria's breath close to her cheek. She was looking over her shoulder, taking in the images that appeared on the screen. "God Damn! That's so hot!" Maria whispered in Flavia's ear. "Yeah, Pepper is amazing. She's got a perfect body, just like you." Flavia was shocked at her slip. She couldn't believe that she had just said that so openly. Maria playfully slapped Flavia's head. "Oh please." Leaning her head back to rest in Maria's lap, she continued, "You do. You're just amazing." "Yeah, yeah. Blah blah blah. Show me some more." Flavia paged down the display of thumbnail images, pausing from time to time as interesting poses appeared. With each shot becoming more erotic, her heart beat became more erratic. "God, you're right. She's amazing. I LOVE, LOVE LOVE, that one." Maria reached over Flavia's shoulder to touch the screen. The stretch caused her breast to brush against Flavia's shoulder. Flavia squirmed with excitement. The image was a very blatant shot of Pepper, spread eagle on a coffee table with the primary focus on her pussy. She was clearly aroused and wet, her lips parted to show the soft pink flesh along her slit. Pepper was sporting a deviant grin as if making an invitation of her pose. "Pretty tempting." Maria whispered in a somewhat husky voice. Her cheek was so close to Flavia's that her breath fell softly along her jawline. Flavia sucked in a breath of air, containing her excitement. "WHOA." Maria said raising up. "Had a bit of a head rush there." The wine was slowly getting to Maria. She was clearly not drunk, but was enjoying the warmth of the alcohol in her system. "Maybe we should call it a night." Flavia uttered in mild disappointment. "Yeah. We've got stuff to do tomorrow. Like sleep in, eat. Go shopping. Eat. Plan a hot girls panty party." She began giggling at the thought of what was in store for them. Flavia stood while closing her laptop to shut down the images. As she turned and Maria was standing extremely close to her. She tugged at Flavia's arm, pulling her toward the bedroom. "Where do you want me to sleep?" Flavia asked almost apologetically. Maria paused and looked her in the eye. "With me of course." ARE YOU ASLEEP? Flavia lay on her side in the full size bed, next to Maria. The glow of a nightstand clock illuminated the room in a soft shades of blue. Shadows from the bedposts cast their mark across the posters on the wall where she lay staring vacantly. She rested her head on the pillow but there was no rest for her mind. All she could think about was the warmth being generated by Maria's body, just inches away. 'I'm such a loser. Falling for a woman that clearly isn't interested. Seems I can't get anything right.' Her mind raced with thoughts of the past few days; Maria's kindness and how sweet she was. But deep down inside, she couldn't get past the feelings of isolation and depression. It was those feelings of isolation and insecurity that caused her need for her knives and blades. The emotional need for control and power made her sleep with her fang blade nearby; even tonight. As the lights had been turned off, she hid the blade along the slot between the bed frame and the box springs. It had to be within reach at all times when she was sleeping. Maria shifted. Her breathing that had been slightly audible became much quieter. She rolled to her side, aligning herself with Flavia. Maria's hot breath now could be felt on her back. The sensation caused a wave of pleasure to flow through her whole body. Throwing caution to the wind, Flavia shifted also; tilting just enough to assure that their bodies would meet. She could now feel the tips of Maria's breasts touching her back. Maria's slightly taller frame perfectly surrounded her body. "You awake?" Maria whispered to the back of Flavia's head. "Yeah." Flavia whispered back. She could feel Maria's fingers that began massaging through her hair again, raking through in long luscious strokes. "Your hair smells lovely." Maria nuzzled in closely, ending the semblance of personal space. She slid her right hand under Flavia's neck, permitting her to move in more closely. Her other hand fell softly on Flavia's hip. "Is that okay?" It seemed like an odd question since she was already stroking through Flavia's hair. The feeling was simply amazing. She took Maria's arm and folded it across her like a favorite security blanket. Her cheek fell across Maria's forearm. Maria responded by embracing her from behind. This was the moment of truth. Maria's arm was pulled tightly against Flavia's breasts. Her hand fell on the soft tissue just under Flavia's collar bone. With her thumb Maria gently stroked across the ridge made by it's protrusion. Then her fingers softly stroked the warm flesh of her breast. It was obvious to both of them that Flavia's breathing became erratic; giving Maria more inspiration to continue. Warmth emanated from the two points of contact; a hand on Flavia's breast and a hand that was softly griped her hip bone. That warmth flooded Flavia with emotion. Her feelings were nothing like the emotions she experienced on that dark night just over a year earlier. Unlike the aggressive, unwanted sexual advances of a hormone enraged high school boy that tried to force himself on her, Flavia wanted this. She wanted it more than anything. She had never experienced the desired touch of another. There were always the welcomed touches of a parent; a hug from her dad especially. She enjoyed the playful slaps and shoves of her cousins that seemed to be around their home from time to time. But this was so completely different. She longed for the intimate touch of a lover. Her longing for that touch made her a bit bolder. She placed her hand over Maria's and shifted it slightly until Maria's hand came to rest completely on her breast. The palm of her hand could feel Flavia's aroused nipple. Recognizing Flavia's permission to continue, Maria responded. She began to gently grip and massage the breast she now held. "You don't take hints very well do you?" Maria whispered into Flavia's hair. There was a mild sense of humor mixed with desire in her voice. Flavia turned her head trying see Maria's face in the darkness. "What?" "God, I tried to turn you on by massaging your head while we studied. I all but offered myself to you by doing a striptease for you. I grabbed your breasts at the dressing table. Hell, I even tried to get you drunk. What's it take for a girl to get a little attention from you." Flavia could feel the smile on Maria's face. "I noticed," Flavia began before feeling the soft snort of a restrained laugh coming from Maria's breath. "No really I did," she continued. "I just didn't know if you were just being kinda playful or if you were trying to tell me something. I guess I didn't want to assume and then be embarrassed." At Flavia's confession, the grip around her breast became more intense. Maria's breathing was now also impacted. She pressed her cheek along the side of Flavia's head. Flavia aided her by tugging her hair back and out of the way, freeing Maria to raise slightly and place her cheek along side Flavia's ear. "You're so warm." Flavia whispered. "It's you that's making me that way." The girls rested silently for a few moments, tentatively enjoying the casual embrace enjoying the sensation of their new found intimacy. Flavia felt her body melt into a state of utter relaxation in the arms of her friend. Flavia finally found the courage to ask the question that was running through her mind. "Are you only into girls?" "I've been with both, but I much prefer the touch of a woman." As Maria spoke, the hand that had been gripping Flavia's hip slid gently across her torso and fanned out to experience the flat, silky skin of her stomach. Flavia groaned with delight. "How 'bout you?" Maria kissed Flavia's ear, letting the warmth of her breath become an equal part of the action her lips took. "I'm, well," Flavia stammered. "I'm not very experienced." She tried to stay calm; tried not to remember the emotions and images of that night long ago. 'No, I can't let what happened then stop me in the here and now,' she thought. Her attention was quickly brought back to the here and now. "Do you want me to stop?" Maria whispered against her ear. "I, I've never been with a woman," Flavia choked out. "It's okay. If you want me to stop I will." Maria's hands paused their gentle movements. Flavia placed her hand over Maria's paused grip of her breast and urged her to continue. "No. I've wanted to know your touch since the first time I saw you," she confessed. She couldn't believe that she had openly admitted her obsession. She had just divulged one of her many dark secrets. Her secret sexual desire for Maria. Maria's hand drifted from it's caressing of her stomach with new found daring. With that single hand, Maria deftly began to unbutton Flavia's nightshirt. She started at the bottom and slowly, patiently worked at the task. Flavia attempted to help, but felt Maria's hand grip hers. "Please. Just relax and let me." Maria asked with a mild tone of pleading. It wasn't spoken in the demanding voice of an aggressor, but in a tone of deep desire to please. Flavia dropped her hand and permitted her friend to care for the endeavor herself. She found pleasure in the sensation of Maria's fingers moving nimbly at their task, slowly working their way up her torso to the buttons between her breasts. It was an ardently slow process; agonizingly slow. With each button, Flavia's heart stopped momentarily. It was as if each button that forced it's way free brought another mild heart attack that sent shockwaves through her body. Flavia stretched her leg downward, forcing the bed covers lower. The rush of cooler air and freedom made her tingle in anticipation. As the final button was released, Maria gently pulled the nightshirt open. Flavia's breasts became flush with the mixture of sensations. The cool air was in vast contrast to Maria's warm hands. Maria completely embraced her, gripping her left breast with her right hand and her right breast with the left. She squeezed Flavia tightly, pressing her chest against Flavia's back. 
The sensation of being completely held in Maria's arms brought a peaceful emotion to her. It was almost a cathartic moment that brought the sting of tears to her eyes. But she pushed the negative thoughts away, holding on to the shear wonder of being held. 
Maria writhed against her back, small well formed breasts rubbed forcefully against her shoulder blades. Separated only by the thin layers of their silky nightshirts, Flavia acknowledged the presence of Maria's hardened nipples. They were like hard buttons pressing through the sheer cloth. Flavia felt the sharp pressure of Maria's teeth bitting playfully at her earlobe. The rush of Maria's breath against her ear sending waves of pleasure through her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles with the growing acknowledgment of her own arousal. But it was different than the feeling of self-pleasuring. When Flavia pleasured herself, there was control; there was foreknowledge of what would come next. This was completely different. It was both a physical and emotional surrender to the movements of another person. Not knowing what was coming next made her quiver with expectation. "You're shaking," Maria commented quietly. "You still okay?" "It just feels so wonderful." Flavia breathed before reaching her hand down along side their parallel bodies to feel the hip of her lover behind her. Emboldened by the desirous tone of her reply, Maria slid her left hand down the length of Flavia's torso. She playfully circled her belly button with one finger before gingerly running across the elastic band of Flavia's panties. She found at the center of the waistband, the decorative small ribbon bow. Picking at it, tugging it out away from Flavia's body caused the skin of her abdomen to quake. Maria had found a new toy in that bow. She tugged it out and then from side to side. Finally she pulled it upward causing the material of the panties to press into Flavia's mound; causing a gasp reaction. "You like that don't you?" Maria seductively asked. "Absolutely," came the raspy response. "Then you'll probably like this." Maria plunged her hand downward, beneath the bridge of Flavia's panties. Her two middle fingers slide between Flavia's legs and found the wet center of her sex. Flavia shuddered and rocked her hips forward to accept the touch. A cleansing exhale of air uncontrollably left her body as she gripped her pillow in ecstasy. "I take it that that's a yes." Maria continued as she massaged her fingers against Flavia's most sensitive spots. Flavia didn't respond verbally. She responded by rocking her hips into Maria's fingers, enjoying the sensation of someone other than herself. Without even knowing it, she spread her legs a bit permitting Maria greater access. With each rock of her hips, she could feel Maria's hand in front of her and Maria's hips pressing into her from behind. It was the most erotic experience of her short lifetime. "God, you are so incredibly wet," Maria commented as she slid her middle finger slowly inside Flavia. An audible groan passed through her lips before sucking in air like a fish out of water. The sounds of Flavia's pleasure pleased Maria greatly. Maria knew that because she could feel Flavia's muscles tighten around her finger; gripping her finger with desire. She began slowly inserting her finger, then drawing it out while curling her finger to intentionally focus on the inside front lining of Flavia's body. As her middle finger plunged more deeply this time she used her forefinger to delicately rub Flavia's clitoral hood. Flavia pulled her legs together and squeezed tightly in delight. "You're pretty excited." Maria noted softly. "How long has it been since you've slept with anyone?" Flavia's heart sank. In the middle of the most erotic experience of her life, Maria had inadvertently revived that memory. The most hurtful memory Flavia held. But 'that night' wasn't going to control her. She shoved the memory back into it's dungeon, forcing herself to ignore its pain. "It's been far, far too long." Flavia whispered, not wanting Maria to know that her single sexual experience with another person had nearly damaged her soul. "It's been a bit too long for me too. We'll fix that problem." Maria stated wryly. Maria shifted from underneath Flavia's neck, deftly letting Flavia roll gently on to her back. Her shirt fell completely open, exposing her full breasts that she had worked so hard to hide. Her nipples stood proud, firm and erect with anticipation. No longer asking permission for each move, Maria slid her left leg between Flavia's legs. Her thigh brushed against the soft fur of Flavia's pussy. She gazed directly into Flavia's eyes as she slid her shirt up over her head. Her long raven hair was caught momentarily inside the shirt, so she tugged it away from her letting her hair fan softly across her back as each strand was released. In the glow of the blue light emanating from the clock, Flavia was given her first long look at Maria's body. Her small breasts were round and perfectly formed. Her nipples sat high on the breast and were wonderfully prepared for intimacy. Flavia moved quickly and gripped one of Maria's breast; it's warmth and feel was pleasing in her hand. Maria pressed her hand against her breast and let her head fall back. Stretching and arching her torso to the ceiling she groaned with delight at Flavia's touch. The Dark Side of Flavia Falling forward into Flavia's grip, she shifted her weight. She pressed her pubic bridge into Flavia's hip bone that became an erotic plaything for her. She took Flavia's other hand and pulled it to her hips. The warm flesh of Maria's pert, round ass was moving; rocking with expectant frustration. She began grinding herself into Flavia's hip. The harder she worked the more her eyes clenched and her mouth opened. Feeling the motion of Maria's ass in her hand and watching the expressions of pleasure on her face made Flavia smile. Maria pressed her body forward against Flavia's hand, letting her weight bring their bodies closer. Leaning her head down, her coal black hair fell as a curtain surrounding Flavia's face. The light shining through the strands brought with it a soft intimacy. It was only the two of them within the veil. A private moment that no one else would share. Maria's hot breath rained down on her face as she lowered her mouth to kiss Flavia. Their breasts now were touching. The rocking of Maria's hips caused their bodies to glide up and down against each other. Their nipples occasionally grazed each other sending hot, fiery passion from their peaks through her body to her lips and groin. "I'm sorry. But I need this desperately." Maria pleaded somewhat apologetically. Without hesitating for any response she took Flavia's face in her hands and passionately dug her tongue into her mouth. Flavia released herself to enjoy this moment. The passion of feeling the weight of another human on top of her was astounding. She gripped Maria's ass, all but aiding her by pressing it downward with each fluid motion. She slid her other hand around Maria's back Pulling her into an almost restrained embrace. The pressure of Flavia's grip combined with the passion of their kiss caused Maria to let go. In reckless abandonment she thrusted herself into the motions, grinding against Flavia's hip bone until suddenly clenching down on her and convulsing in glorious climax. Maria groaned loudly while simultaneously trying to kiss Flavia. Flavia felt like she was kissing in her lover's orgasm; sucking it out of Maria's body into hers. The shared moment of ecstasy astounded Flavia as Maria's spent body collapsed on top of her. Maria's body was still shaking with delight as she slid her face alongside Flavia's. Her hips now gently rocking in post-orgasmic bliss seemed to bring a roller coaster of emotions to her body. She shivered before squeezing Flavia in her arms, then she began kissing along Flavia's neck and ear. Maria slid halfway off Flavia; far enough to one side that she could slip her hand back down Flavia's panties. "Thanks you so much." Maria whispered. "I've been so pent up that I really needed that." "I guess, er, your welcome?" Flavia grinned. But she was too entrhawed with what was going on between her legs to respond properly. "God, your lips are so full." Maria whispered. Flavia drifted a hand across her mouth, mildly embarrassed by the comment. Maria began laughing uncontrollably. She rose up on an elbow to look at Flavia directly. "Not those lips, silly." And with that she plunged a finger deep inside Flavia again, using her thumb to rub firmly across her clit. Flavia blushed but was also experiencing the pleasure of Maria's fingers. She rocked her hips to accept a second finger as Maria tilted her head down and began suckling Flavia's nipple. Her mouth fell agape and she closed her eyes, drinking in the feelings. Her hand fell on the back of Maria's head, enjoying the sensation of her head raising and lowering while sucking her breast. Arching her back to raise her breast to Maria's lips, Maria slid a hand under her back to assist. Far too soon, Maria paused and began tugging Flavia's panties off. She shuffled around to position herself completely between Flavia's legs. Gripping Flavia's knees she spread her legs open to take a good look at her lovely partner. She slid her hands down both thighs until the web of her thumb and pointer finger met Flavia's mound. She gripped around her hip and pressed Flavia's legs even wider. "I've been told that I'm pretty good at this. Are you okay with it?" Maria's gaze penetrated Flavia who wasn't quite sure what she meant by it. "Uh huh." Flavia puffed while letting her hands cover her own breasts in self enjoyment. Maria grinned devilishly before lowering herself. She was on all fours bowing between her legs when Flavia first experienced a tongue being run across the length of her slit. "OH GOD!" Flavia exhaled. But summoning a higher power wouldn't have changed anything in this moment. Maria fixed her eyes on Flavia's as she made another pass, this time dipping in more deeply. I was like she knew just where to go. Within moments, Flavia was being lashed over and over again by Maria's tongue. Long licks with a flat tongue that savored each centimeter of the ride. Forceful penetrating licks that seemed to dig impossibly deep. Then Maria drew her labia into her mouth entirely, sucking wildly. She rolled the sweet folds of flesh around in her mouth taking joy in the giving. Flavia became uncontrollable. She bucked at the shock of each change in design of pleasure. She gripped her own breasts and fondled her nipples, squeezing them firmly and rolling them between her fingers. She so badly wanted to climax just like this; with Maria's tongue inside her. Over and over again she was brought to the brink of orgasm but couldn't find the key. Maria tried various techniques and positions but none offered ultimate satisfaction for Flavia. "God you're a bit of a stubborn one." Maria muttered with a amorous grin on her face. She got up and moved to Flavia's side, tugging her own panties off in the process. She bowed down again, this time coming at Flavia's sex from the side. She slid one hand under Flavia's legs and ass, permitting her thumb to slide easily inside her lover's slit. Using her other hand she spread her woman open and gently used her forefinger to press upward on Flavia's clitoris; exposing her tiny button. With her lips barely apart, she gently began sucking on Flavia's clit. In and out again, over and over. Flavia's stomach muscles clinched as she raised her hips to meet Maria's face. Her hand began to grope at Maria until it slid up under her and found her pubic hair, still damp from her climax. The feeling of another woman's sex brought a flush sensation of wonder and discovery through her. Unrestrained by any additional pretense of their relationship, Flavia pressed her two middle fingers deep inside Maria. The response was a hard, slurping sound that drew Flavia's clit into Maria's mouth. She was now sucking and flicking the tip of her tongue against Flavia's clit. Flavia bucked her hips and finger fucked her lover but to no avail. There was something missing. Something she needed to take her over the edge. As her body begged for release Maria continued orally pleasuring her. But it was clear that licking her lover was equally pleasing to Maria. Flavia found joyful pleasure in exploring Maria, gripping her pubic mound in her hand as two fingers penetrated deeply. She couldn't finish in defeat. Flavia slid her free hand over her head and off the edge of the bed. Groping in the darkness, she found her fang blade. Drawing it to her, she let the cold steel of it's blades press against the flesh of her breast. Flavia positioned the blade so that each of it's longer tips would press against one of her nipples. And with that touch of steel, Flavia found what was needed to send her over the top. She released into a mind blowing orgasm that shook the entire bed. Maria gripped Flavia's hips as they bucked in her hands at her in release. Her thumb firmly fixed inside of Flavia, the bucking motion caused it to finger fuck her through the waves of orgasm. Maria squirmed and pressed her hips into Flavia's hand before pressing her hips downward to take in all of Flavia's hand that she could. Her legs quivered slightly as Flavia let out a long and uncontrollable moan. "God, You okay? That was some climax. You came so hard that you gave me an aftershock." Maria said, wiping her chin as she sat up. Flavia lay spent in exhaustion. Tears ran down the sides of her face in emotional release. She controlled the urge to fall apart into sobbing tears of pleasure. The cold steel Fang blade lay quietly across her chest. Maria finally raised up completely and sat on her heals. Looking up at Flavia, she suddenly stopped cold. "What the fuck is that?" She exclaimed in shock. ASSIMILATION Light seeped along the door frame of the bathroom where Maria was showering. Flavia was fully aware of Maria's quiet departure from the bed they had shared. She lay silently, listening to the sound of rushing water striking the walls of the shower stall. Sitting up in the bed she drew the sheets around her and curled up. She glanced to the window where golden morning light was knifing through between the folds of the curtain. 'What will Maria say to me now? How will she react to the issues I have?' Her mind was bombarded with questions. She pondered Maria's reaction to the prior night's revelation. 'God, why did I have to have my fang with me? Of course if I didn't have it, would I have experienced that unbelievably - mind - blowing orgasm? Maria did not overreact to the shock of the fang resting on Flavia's breast. But there was some concern as it became painfully obvious that Flavia didn't want to talk about it. Still it was clear that something abnormal was taking place within the dark mind of Flavia. "Flavia!" Maria's voice called out shaking Flavia from her deep thought. 

"Yeah?" "Can you bring me the shaving cream from the sink?" Her sweet voice didn't seem concerned or upset in any way over the prior night's revelation of Flavia's obsession with knives. Flavia jumped to the aid of her friend. As the pocket door was drawn back into the wall, a waft of steam escaped the bathroom. 'She likes a hot shower!' Flavia thought. Grabbing the can of shaving cream she turned around and took great delight in the view. A double wide shower stall with solid glass doors. The steam on the glass couldn't cover the amazing view of Maria in the bright full lights surrounding the mirror. 
 Flavia momentarily blushed but then realized that they had already seen each other naked. The thought made her grin. She held the can out by the door for Maria. Maria opened the glass door setting free a wave of steam that surrounded her body. As she accepted the can, she grabbed Flavia's hand. She leaned into the gap of the open door and softly kissed Flavia's lips. Her tongue licked into Flavia's mouth; dancing a bit at her front teeth before letting go and reemerging into the steam. Flavia started to leave the room but Maria called out again. "Where you going?" Flavia stammered a bit, lowering her head so as not to be caught gawking at the beautiful Maria. "I was going to just step out and give you some privacy." "Of course you could just ditch the privacy and join me." Maria commented in a low sultry voice. She paused and waited for a response. Then she wiped her hand across the glass to wipe away the steam and look at Flavia. "Really. Would you join me?" "I, well." Flavia tilted her head down again and searched for a response on the floor. "I truly could use some help washing my back." Maria called out whimsically. Flavia glanced up to see Maria waiting with her hand on the glass door. She fumbled with her night shirt, throwing it back into the bedroom and on to the bed. Then stepping out of her panties, she padded gingerly to the shower where the glass opened to accept her. The heat from the shower was only intensified by the thought that she was standing completely naked in full lighting; right in front of her beloved. She moved toward the flow of the water, letting it cascade down her body. She looked up to see Maria with one leg on a plastic stool. She began shaving her most intimate parts. Her torso was contorted to help her focus on her own sex as she pressed her skin taunt and began stroking upward with her razor. Blushing at the erotic sight, Flavia turned away and began to wash her hair. As she began to rinse the shampoo out of her long strands, she felt Maria's hands helping her. Her fingers ran through the strands, rinsing the suds away. "I love the rainbow of color across the tips of your hair." Maria whispered just loud enough to be heard over the water. Flavia's face quirked a bit as she asked, "Do you really? I still don't know if I like it." "It's how I thought you might be a lesbian." Maria laughed. Flavia's self deprecating and biting sarcasm broke in. "A lesbian and not just a knife wielding freak of nature." Maria didn't respond. She just kept rinsing and playing with Flavia's hair. 
As no more soap was being washed out of her hair, Maria took a handful of body wash from a pump bottle on a shelf and began sudsing Flavia's back. The warm, wet, slick feel of the soap being massaged into her skin made Flavia melt with desire. She placed her hands on the wall and let Maria bathe her. The emotional freedom of standing exposed as a lover washes your body was astounding. Maria moved closer letting her breasts brush against Flavia's back as she drew her hands around her body. With a fresh handful of body wash in her cupped hand, Maria reached around and began washing, or massaging, Flavia's stomach and breasts. She occasionally washed her armpits to give all appearances that this was for the sake of bathing. But far too much attention was being given to washing Flavia's breasts. Maria gently held Flavia in place while she filled her hand again with soap. This time she cupped her hand and began washing Flavia's bottom. Slowly; intentionally she wiped every inch. She kneaded the muscle, massaging her cheeks as much for pleasure as for cleanliness. Her searching hand slipped between the folds of her cheeks. Then a long, leisurely stroke from deep between Flavia's legs and back out. The motion made Flavia rock her hips into Maria's hand and clench the internal muscles of her groin. Maria then pulled away and let the rain of the shower begin rinsing off the bubbles leaving a silky feeling to her skin. Flavia could sense the movement behind her but she certainly didn't want it to be over. "My turn!" Maria stated with conviction and a smile. Flavia's heart exploded with excitement at the opportunity. She turned to find Maria standing with her hands against the wall. But she had taken a much wider stance. The water was cascading off her back and running over her ass forming a stream that ran between her ass cheeks. Flavia laughed internally at the sight for a moment as the water chose to flow off Maria's body from the center of her sex. She laughed thinking it looked almost as if Maria was peeing in the shower. Taking a handful of soap in her hands she began washing Maria's body. The feel of her torso was intoxicating as the soap on her fingers made each rib feel distorted along Maria's sides. Refilling her hand with soap, she then began to wash Maria's bottom. Maria gasped at the sensation. Flavia took pleasure in making completely sure her friend's bottom was clean. She slid one finger between Maria's ass cheeks, multiple times, just to be confident the job was done. Maria bit her lip in approval. Maria pulled away from the wall and turned to face Flavia. "I shaved for you. Could you clean the shaving cream off please?" An impish grin spread across her face at her own request. Flavia was flush with anticipation as she reached for another handful of soap. She was embarrassed at the thought that Maria had shaved her intimate parts 'for her'. She tentatively slid her fingers between Maria's legs, massaging in the soap and building a lather. Maria took Flavia's shoulders in her hands to steady herself and spread her legs a bit to enjoy the sensation. Her mouth fell agape at Flavia's touch. Flavia was glancing down and away a bit in sheepishness. Then Maria took her chin with her thumb and raised her face to kiss her. She dug into Flavia's mouth as if she was desperate for the act. She gripped Flavia's neck and continued kissing. She drew Flavia closer. The sensation of their bodies touching as Flavia's hand was exploring Maria's intimacy made both girls kiss even more seductively. Their kisses were at times fully enclosed as their tongues explored one another. Then Maria gasped for air, completely aroused and begged, "Please make me cum." Maria pressed Flavia against the wall pressing their bodies together. Flavia's hand that was between Maria's legs plunged upward and slid without resistance into Maria. The back of her hand was pressed against her own hip that was now being used as a foundation for the storm taking place between Maria's legs. As her hips began to grind into Flavia's hand, Maria's breathing became uncontrollable. She consumed Flavia's face; licking their tongues together, sucking Flavia's bottom lip, and digging her tongue inside Flavia's mouth to search out additional pleasure. She ground her hips in with one, additional, exaggerated thrust and suddenly achieved orgasm. "Ahwa..." she cried out as her body convulsed in exhilaration. Maria closed her eyes and smiled at Flavia as the water rushed over their bodies. She drifted to one side and fell against the cold tile of the wall; spent and completely satisfied. "God, thank you." Maria whispered to Flavia. Her chin was resting on Flavia's shoulder. Flavia let her finger slip out of Maria and rinsed her hands in the flow of the water, without parting from the physical connection she was sharing with her friend. "Want me to help you too?" Maria whispered seductively. Flavia blushed and let out a slight gasp. She looked at Maria with only her eyes as if to be considering the offer. Maria took initiative and drew their lips together again to kiss. As they kissed, Maria slid her hand between Flavia's legs. Flavia pulled back a bit and clenched her legs together. It was clear she was declining the offer. "Oh God!" Maria exclaimed. "Like, are you offended?" Flavia lowered her head again and didn't look at Maria. She was at a loss for how she should respond. "Oh fuck. You're not even into me." Maria started. She drew herself away from Flavia. "Fuck this is so embarrassing. Why didn't you just say so." Flavia clutched at her, not letting her go from their embrace. Her eyes were filled with confusion as she tried to explain. "No, that's not what I mean."
 Maria relaxed slightly but was still puzzled by Flavia's actions. "It's just that," Flavia searched for the words to explain as Maria studied her eyes. "I'm not very sure that I can ... here." "Without your knife?" Maria softly asked in a caring manner. Flavia's eyes grew large as the realization swept over her that Maria understood so easily the emotional attachment she had with blades. She turned away in awkward shame that another of her dark secrets was out. "It's okay babycakes." Maria encouraged. She drew her arms around Flavia and lovingly hugged her. "That fang thing might rust in here. We'll wait till later." She spoke with mild amusement and yet seemed accepting of the strange fetish that afflicted Flavia. She turned and buried her face in Maria's chest. Maria responded by wrapping her in the warmth of her arms and pulling them into the hot flow of water to comfort her; stroking her hair lovingly. Flavia wrapped her arms around Maria's waist and gripped tightly. "Thank you for understanding," She whispered. "But babycakes, I don't understand." Flavia didn't respond. Maria kissed her forehead and hugged her tighter. "Will you help me understand?"