SSMM Ch8

“Everyone warned me about this,” Ava says as she nervously gets off the table, very conscious of how the oil on her body shines in the light and how obvious her arousal is. Damp panties? Flushed face? Entire body turning red? It couldn’t be more obvious that she is, for all intents and purposes, in heat. Thighs together, Ava awkwardly uses her arms to cover her chest a bit.

Jane’s looking at her as well. These two sets of eyes hit like New Mexico sunshine.

“About me?” Vivien asks with a little smile. She’s not trying to hide her body. It’s not her body that’s killing Ava. Ava has seen beautiful, naked women before. Not older ones really, but still. It’s the confident posture. Vivien couldn’t be more womanly, yet somehow she’s channeling a young Brad Pitt. Must be a Hollywood thing.

Ava nods.

Vivien lets out a little sigh. “Can’t say I haven’t earned it. Can we?” She looks at Jane, and there’s something in the look. A hint of irritation, and Ava understands. Jane is… maybe she’s just a maid, but she has all the presence that Vivien does. Or close to it. There’s a sense of unobtainability around her. Vivien’s used to obtaining things, but something tells Ava that she hasn’t… obtained Jane yet. Jane must be enjoying the flavor that brings to the power differential.

Ava doesn’t want to look weak in front of Jane, but… pussying out here and now is the kind of thing that she knows she’ll look back on and regret. It’s too late to try to claim some power for herself. Instead, she has to claim dignity.

Ava rolls her eyes and groans.

“Of course I want to,” she says.

Vivien grins and Jane’s face gives nothing away as she continues to pack up.

Vivien elegantly holds out a hand. Ava doesn’t really feel like a princess as she takes it, she needs both arms to control things. Having big boobs is all fun and games until they’re out in the open and one has to walk around.

Vivien leads her deeper into the apartment, where there’s a bathroom the size of Ava’s apartment with a round, marble jet tub. Vivien bends to start filling it while Ava copes with the way her entire body tingles from head to toe. Her arms are still determinedly minimizing jiggle and hiding her hips, which feel as hard as steel and as sensitive as… she doesn’t even know.

“Jane’s such a tease,” Vivien says, adding some bubbles to the rapidly filling bath. “She knows what she’s doing. And then she acts like she’s above it all. She gets off on blueballing people.”

“Or just you?”

“Mmm. I’d be flattered.” Vivien stands and smirks at her.

Ava swallows. Right. It’s a bath. Vivien is expectant.

This takes both hands. There’s nothing for it. Ava lets her arms down and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She bends and slides them down, painfully self-conscious about the visible stain, and even more mortifying string of moisture that comes away from her.

Vivien bites her lip.

“Now you’re teasing too,” she murmurs.

Ava steps out of her panties. “It’s not on purpose.”

“That’s what makes it work so well.”

She gestures toward the tub.

Overwhelmed, Ava steps obediently in and lowers herself into the rising bubbles. It’s a lovely tub and a lovely bath, but she can’t notice any of that.

Vivien picks up a sponge. “May I?”

“OK,” Ava squeaks.

Vivien gets in behind her, immediately using the sponge to get some of the oil from her body. Ava sits stiffly as Vivien, like Jane, is perfectly classy as she bathes her without even the slightest hint of sensuality.

“So proper,” Ava mutters.

“Are you as turned on as I am?” Vivien seems so down to earth now.

“Uh, probably more.”

“I doubt that.” Vivien moves in closer, and Ava feels the other woman’s body against her back and shudders. “You said you were going to tell me stories.”

“Oh. Oh, jeez. I forgot.”

The sponge in Vivien’s hand comes around to Ava’s front and Vivien squeezes it. Water and suds spill and run all over Ava’s chest.

“I think I have heard things. Sounded made-up. Sorority life isn’t what horny guys think it is,” Vivien says.

“It gets pretty horny around CCL sometimes,” Ava says. Her voice is husky and strained. She feels like an animal. “Initiation is riding a Sybian.”

“Did you do that?”

“Initiate? Sure.”

“In front of people?”

Ava smiles at the memory. “Yeah. I had my panties on.”

“What was that like?”

“Honestly, weird. Uh…”

“Keep talking,” Vivien purrs in her ear.

“Uh, well, you have to cum. And it took me a minute because I was so nervous.”

“Did you cum?”

“Well, yeah.”

“In front of how many people?”

“Oh my god, like twenty. It was hard.”

“Was it good?”

“No! Well, it was intense,” Ava admits, letting out a little gasp as Vivien gently washes her chest, then sets the sponge aside and plays with her hair.

“Was it bad? Were you traumatized?” Vivien seems genuinely curious.

“Nope. It got me laid,” Ava admits with a giggle. “Her name’s Annie. I guess when I came there was a lot of, uh, jiggle up here.” She lifts her boobs a little. “She said that was a huge turn-on, and she came on really strong, and… yeah.”

“What did you do with her?”

“I don’t know. We were drunk. I guess I remember her fingering me. It was actually the next morning that was better. We made out a little bit. I don’t know. It was a long time ago.”

“A long time? Can’t have been but a couple of years.”

“Yeah,” Ava says shakily.

Vivien brings the sponge down to Ava’s belly, making her gasp.

“You really need to get off, don’t you?” Her breath tickles Ava’s ear.

“Yup,” Ava admits, quite overheated.

“Do it.” Vivien squeezes against her closer, resting her chin on Ava’s shoulder and nuzzling her neck.

“Really?”

“Mmm.”

Ava couldn’t argue if she wanted to. She slips a hand under the water and between her legs, hissing and stiffening at her first contact. She wonders if she should try to make more of a show of it, but that’s not happening. She barely has to touch herself at all. Her body leans back and Vivien’s ready for her, holding her tenderly and whispering encouragement.

Ava’s fingers work desperately. Her shoulders hunch and squeeze inward. Her thighs clamp, her toes curl, and she groans softly through clenched teeth.

Vivien plants a few light, lazy kisses on her neck as Ava clenches and shakes through her orgasm.

She’s not fully recovered when Vivien tilts her head. Their lips are almost touching. Ava wants to be kissed so badly that it hurts.

“Is it my turn?” she asks faintly.

“Your turn to what? I didn’t do anything,” Vivien replies, gazing into her eyes. “We should get dressed. I have to meet with Annette.”

“Oh. OK.” Ava can’t hide her disappointment, and though she’s in a hazy from her orgasm, she knows when she’s being teased. She doesn’t mind.

“Want to fool around later?”

Ava’s so fixated on Vivien’s lips that she only half-hears the question.

Should she say yes? Or kiss Vivien?