A 19-year-old college girl.

I’m a young golden-haired blonde with light skin and emerald green eyes. I was incredibly “cute” to look at, but my bust was still lacking in economy, something that I was made even more aware of when I saw Anna’s busts. My breasts were like apples compared to her melons. Her large…soft…juicy…

I shook my head and clapped both sides of my face.

“What’s wrong with me?” I asked myself, “She’s a woman. I’m not into girls.”

A sharp crack accompanied my last statement. I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves, then grabbed the towel and made my way back into the living room.

She was standing in the middle of the room, away from the windows, gracefully raking her slender fingers through her hair. As the lightning flashed behind her, it illuminated the curves of her damp body, giving me a brief glimpse of her glistening beauty.

I quickly gave her the towel before my perverted mind ran away. She thanked me with probably the most predatory smile I had ever seen. The way she looked at me, I suddenly felt like a rabbit who had unwittingly invited a wolf into her home.

“I can warm up some pizza if you like,” I said. I was still a freshman in college, so pizza was all I could offer, “I could also brew some coffee.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she said with that lovely smile, “Mind if I borrow your shower?”

I could feel my heart stop as the thought of her nude body in my shower, surrounded by clouds of warm steam, filled my mind.

*Perhaps you should join her.*

I blinked. The lesbian thoughts were becoming more aggressive by the minute. Just thinking about her rose-red lips, soft ashen skin, and violet eyes sent pleasant shivers up and down my backbone. I felt so meek around her, like a deer in a hunter's crosshairs. It was driving me wild.

“Uh…yes. It’s just down the hall,” I said, directing her toward the bathroom

“Thank you, dear,” she said with a soft purr, “I won’t be long.”

“Take all the time you need,” I called back as she vanished into the bathroom. Once she was gone, I resided myself to shaking out the naughty thoughts from my head.

I warmed up some leftover pizza before plopping my slender butt onto the couch and turning on the television. I was hoping that some cheesy old horror flicks would help take my mind off of the beautiful nude woman in my shower. Still, as the water started running, the sound of warm liquid colliding with her skin seemed to echo through my mind, as did the image of the woman’s enthralling naked body. It took all my resolve to resist dipping my hand into my pants and rubbing myself through my panties.

I heard her step out of the shower a few minutes later. I turned from the television as she approached, and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. She was dressed in nothing more than my surprisingly small pink towel. It barely covered her hips and even less of her breasts. I swear I could feel all the blood draining from my face.

“D-do you…need s-some clothes?” I asked. I could feel my entire body trembling as the tall woman towered over me.

“That won’t be necessary,” she cued before running a tongue over her crimson lips.

She sat down beside me, and I could feel my heart beating again, though it was moving far too quickly. She smelt wonderful, a flowery scent that warmed my body and dampened my loins.

“So what are you into, Clark?” she said, pressing her bare shoulder against mine.

“Uh…” I gulped, “S-Space W-Wars?”

I was so jumpy I doubt I even got the show's name right.

“You’re cute,” she said with a giggle, “But that’s not what I meant.”

I inhaled, and my body went rigid as she slid a long, dark nail up my thigh. Instinctively, I closed my thighs, and I could feel myself sinking into the sofa. I tried to ask her what she was doing, but all that came out was a trembling gasp.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?”

I timidly shook my head, only to freeze when she cupped my cheek in her palm.

She brushed her thumb over my shivering lower lip and looked into my eyes, my soul, with her piercing violet gaze. She was so close to me that I could almost taste her. God, I wanted to taste her.

I heard her towel sliding down her breast, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I kept my eyes on hers, too afraid to look down. I was worried that if I did, I would wake up from this wet dream.

“You can look if you want.”

I could feel her warm breath kissing my chin. Slowly, my innocent eyes fell on her body. When my eyes met her bust, I felt the air leaving my lungs. Her breasts weren’t just better than mine. They were perfect.

I felt her nails sliding up my thighs and under my shirt. I wore a large baggy T-shirt with Batman’s faded logo nestled between my breasts, not something I would be caught outside with, but I was perfectly fine sleeping in.

She inched her hand further up my body, sliding over my small hips and toward my bust. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and she probably knew it, the way my nipples were cutting into my top like a knife.

Her lips were drawing closer to mine, or maybe mine was drawing closer to hers. My head was spinning so much that I couldn’t tell. God, I want to kiss her. I felt the softness of her lips brushing against mine. She was less than an inch away from me now. I could feel the warmth of her breasts pressing against mine. The only thing separating them was the thin fabric of my worn T-shirt.