Short Story: Second Shower

 

Monica Anne and Stephanie did their best to share the bathroom in their room at the Alpha Omega Sorority House when they were getting ready in the morning. The bathroom had two sinks, one long mirror that spanned the long countertop, and was spacious enough to accommodate both girls’ morning routine. The problem wasn’t space. The problem was that they were so attracted to each other that even the slightest little thing would distract them and make them late. They were constantly missing the sorority morning shuttle van to campus for classes. This morning was proving to be the same. Monica Anne had already showered, already dried and brushed out her hair into a ponytail, and was already wearing the cute little white lace and satin camisole top she was going to wear that day, as well as the carefully selected matching tiny little white lace thong. All she needed to do was to finish her makeup and put on the cute little denim skirt she was planning to wear. But, as Monica Anne was at her sink, leaning forward, finishing her makeup, Stephanie walked into the bathroom, smiled at Monica Anne playfully when she turned to look at her, then proceeded to move to her sink, bending over slightly to put on her mascara. It was then that Monica Anne noticed that while Stephanie was wearing her cute little silver shiny bustier-style top, the cute little silver lace thong Stephanie usually wore with that top was nowhere in sight. Stephanie stood there, leaning over her sink, legs spread just far enough to put on a little show, completely bottomless. Monica Anne knew what Stephanie was up to and did her best to try to ignore that gorgeous, bare, sexy ass, but after a few minutes, she just couldn’t do it any longer. Without a word, Monica Anne stopped doing her makeup, turned and walked over to the shower, opened the door, and got it. Stephanie watched Monica Anne, smirking because she knew exactly what Monica Anne was up to. Monica Anne left the shower door open and turned on the water. Stephanie waited a bit and then walked over to the open shower door. By then, steam was already beginning to hang in the hair, fogging the mirror and making the bathroom’s white wood paneling gleam. Stephanie took in the sight as Monica Anne stood under the hot spray from the wide shower head, her long black ponytail dripping, soap suds sliding slowly down her fair shoulders and across her chest, which was still covered in her now very wet white lace and satin camisole. Monica Anne’s matching tiny little white lace thong was now completely sheer and pulled tightly into her dampening pussy. Monica Anne’s large light-brown eyes were partially closed with ecstasy, heavy with the thick mascara that had started to smudge just a little from the water. Her little silver hoop earrings swayed as she tilted her head back, her hands rubbing all over her now soapy body. “What’s gotten into you this morning?” Stephanie asked as she stepped into the shower. At first, Monica Anne just continued to lather up her very lightly clothed body with the girls’ favorite edible strawberry body wash. Eventually, Monica Anne said, “You’re the one who was doing your makeup without any panties on.” Stephanie smirked. “I forgot to get them out of the drawer before I came into the bathroom,” she said. “I was going to put them on…eventually.” Monica Anne shook her head, saying, “You did that on purpose.” Stephanie moved in closer to Monica Anne, still wearing her shiny silver bustier-style top that started to get wet and immediately attract the suds already on Monica Anne’s body, still wearing no panties. When Stephanie finally pressed her body against Monica Anne’s, she too was under the wide shower head, her own long, wavy black ponytail now wet. Stephanie’s mascara still clung stubbornly around her light-brown eyes even as water beaded on her lashes. Stephanie’s silver strapless sexy top was now soaked through, clinging tightly to her large breasts, so very slick with water. Suds now dotted Stephanie’s shoulders and the upper curve of her chest. She was smiling that bright, playful smile of hers, the one that always got Monica Anne into trouble. “You’re such a tease,” Monica Anne murmured, voice low and breath-filled under the rush of water. Monica Anne reached out, hands gliding over Stephanie’s wet skin, tracing the path of the soap bubbles down toward the top hem of the soaked silver top. Stephanie’s laugh was soft as she leaned in, their bodies fitting together easily, slick and warm. Fingers wandered, mouths found each other’s necks and collarbones, tasting water and faint edible strawberry body wash. The fun was easy and unhurried, exploratory touches, shared giggles that turned into quieter sounds, the kind of secret, spontaneous heat that only happened when they were finally alone together in their room at the sorority house. Stephanie’s hands slid up Monica Anne’s back, pulling her closer so their wet skin pressed flush. Stephanie’s much larger hoop earring brushed Monica Anne’s cheek as they kissed, slow and deep, steam curling around them. Soap suds clung to both of them, sparkling under the bright bathroom light every time they moved. It felt playful and electric at the same time, two sorority sisters who had started the morning with the intention of getting ready quickly to head to campus, yet somehow ended up here yet again, lost in each other. Monica Anne’s fingers slipped beneath the soaked top hem of Stephanie’s silver top and pulled it down, exposing Stephanie’s beautiful, large, milky white breasts. Monica Anne cupped Stephanie’s gorgeous tits, and Stephanie’s soft laugh turned into a low moan. “I love when you touch them,” Stephanie breathed against Monica Anne’s mouth, kissing her harder. Their tongues met, slow and slick. Stephanie’s larger hoop earring dragged lightly across Monica Anne’s cheek again as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss until their bodies pressed flush from chest to thigh. Water continued to cascade over Stephanie’s large mounds, droplets tracing the curves and dripping from her pink nipples. Monica Anne lowered her head, taking one of Stephanie’s hard nipples into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking. Stephanie’s fingers tangled in Monica Anne’s slick black hair, pulling her ponytail a little loose, holding her there while her other hand slid down Monica Anne’s bare back, over the curve of her ass, squeezing. “Mmm, yes,” Stephanie whispered. She guided Monica Anne’s free hand lower, past her own stomach, until Monica Anne’s fingers found the soft, wet folds between Stephanie’s thighs, slick evidence of how much Stephanie was enjoying this morning’s second shower. Monica Anne stroked slowly, parting her, rubbing the swollen clit in lazy circles while the shower pounded over their shoulders. Stephanie’s hips rolled forward into the touch. And as she rolled her hips, Stephanie made quick work of sliding down Monica Anne’s wet white lace thong, then reached between Monica Anne’s thighs, finding her just as wet, fingers slipping easily inside her. Two fingers curled deep, thumb pressing her clit in matching rhythm. Monica Anne gasped against Stephanie’s breast, teeth grazing the nipple as pleasure sparked low in her belly. They moved together under the spray, slow, grinding, exploratory. Mouths on necks, collarbones, the soft undersides of breasts. Soap suds slid between them, making every slide of skin against skin frictionless and filthy. Stephanie backed Monica Anne against the tiled wall, knee nudging her thighs wider, her hands lifting the wet white lace and satin camisole up over her head and tossing it on to the shower floor. Stephanie then dropped to her knees right there in the steam, water running down her face as she looked up at Monica Anne’s smudged light-brown eyes and that same playful, wicked smile. Stephanie leaned forward and her mouth was quickly on Monica Anne, hot, open, tongue dragging slow. Monica Anne’s head fell back against the tile, a deep moan escaping as Stephanie licked and sucked with unhurried precision, two fingers still working inside her. Both girls’ silver hoop earrings swayed with every movement. Monica Anne’s hands gripped Stephanie’s wet ponytail, hips rocking against her face. “Oh, Stephanie…” Monica Anne breathed out as she came hard, thighs trembling, one hand bracing on the shower wall while the other held Stephanie close. Stephanie didn’t stop until the last tremor faded, then rose, kissing her way back up, sharing the taste of her own pussy with Monica Anne on her tongue. Monica Anne spun them, pressing Stephanie to the wall in turn. She dropped lower, taking one dripping nipple into her mouth again while her hand returned between Stephanie’s legs, two fingers thrusting deep and steady. Her thumb worked the swollen clit in tight circles. Stephanie’s moans turned sharp, needy, her larger breasts heaving under Monica Anne’s mouth. Water streamed over both of them. “Come for me,” Monica Anne murmured against wet skin. Stephanie shattered with a soft, broken cry, hips jerking, inner walls pulsing around Monica Anne’s fingers. Monica Anne kept stroking her through it, kissing her deeply until the waves eased. They stayed pressed together under the cooling spray, breathing hard, trading slower, softer kisses. Soap suds still clung in places. Stephanie’s silver top still rested in a clump at her waist. Monica Anne’s mascara had fully smudged. Eventually, Stephanie reached past her and shut the water off. The sudden quiet felt intimate. Stephanie rested her forehead against Monica Anne’s, that bright playful smile returning, softer now. “We’re going to be late for class again,” Stephanie whispered. Monica Anne laughed low, still catching her breath. “It was totally worth it,” Monica sighed heavily. The two girls stepped out of the shower together, dripping, bodies still humming, the bathroom mirror completely fogged over…