Just us girls

"There are no men," says Katrin. "Amber, do you have anything you'd like to say?"

My roommate takes a couple of deep breaths, not quite looking at me. "Lilah, I like you a lot."

"Well, I like you, too. You've been an awesome roomie."

"Yeah, but I really like you a lot."

"Oh! Oh." I stare at her with new eyes, seeing her heaving breasts, her downcast expression. I remember her once mentioning she was bicurious, but I had no idea... "How long?" I ask softly.

"Months...I guess. I never would have said anything, done anything, if it wasn't for this place..." She finally looks me straight in the face. "You always felt so unapproachable. I mean, you're a fucking goddess." Her hands motion wildly at my towel and the curves beneath.

"I'm sorry you felt that way," I say. "I don't like to think I'm unapproachable."

She shakes her head vehemently. "It's nothing you've done. It's just me. All in my mind." She laughs a little bitterly. "So what do you think now?"

"Stand up," I order, pulling her to her feet, letting her towel drop away to expose her neat little shaved slit. The top of her head barely comes up to my chin. "I think...that you're unbearably cute. I haven't fooled around with any girls since college, but if I were to sleep with one now, I couldn't think of a better choice than you."

"Lilah," she moans. Her face turns upwards, eyes closed, and I take the opportunity to mash my lips against hers. Her hands paw at my towel, pulling it away, exposing my entire nude form. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in tightly, our bodies pressed together, as we make out for several blissful seconds.

"What will happen now?" she gasps when our mouths break apart. "What are we going to tell Tracey?"

"We can have a nice long discussion about the future later." I slip one finger into her tight snatch, and her warm wet tunnel sucks it in. Her mouth falls open in ecstasy. "Now is not the time for words."

Amber stands shakily before me, her hands dangling at her sides, a passive receiver as I finger-fuck her into oblivion. I close my eyes, taking immense pleasure into her soft mews of longing. My entire hand is becoming drenched in her cream. The silky walls of her inner passage feel exquisite against my fingertip as they pulse and clench.

The mews stop. I open my eyes. Amber is still panting heavily, a combination of her arousal and the sweltering heat of the sauna, but her face is turned sideways, looking at Katrin. The older woman watches us with a pleased grin.

"What do you think, babe?" Amber asks me. "Should we let our 'facilitator' get involved, too?"