Bath and Chat

The warm bathwater enveloping me usual felt more comfortable than this. The fact that Kat was sat right behind me made me feel self-conscious about what was happening. She had insisted on being behind me. I guess it made sense. It was a small tub, and if we faced each other, one of us would have our backs up against the water faucet. Not to mention the diversion of starting at each other naked. It didn't take long for her to wrap her arms around me, and intertwine our legs. Her chin rested on my shoulder as her arms hugged my middle. As was quickly becoming to norm tonight, I was very aware her breasts were pressed up against my back. Was I over thinking it, or where her nipples hard?

"This is nice. Are you having a good time my Pet Viper?" she suddenly asked, as if nothing strange was going on. She was so casual about all of this. Like everything that had happen was an everyday event to her. For me, this entire night was a long string of firsts.

"I-it's been a little overwhelming... I'm not used to this."

"But are you having fun?" She insisted. "If you're not we can slow down. Do other things. Like a game of monopoly?"

I laughed. "The board game?"

"Yeah. I want you to be happy tonight."

"Why?" She didn't answer. "Why do you want me to be happy?"

She hugged me closer a moment before answering "To be honest, I had planned on just having a little fun with you and then adding you to my bedpost notches if you catch my drift."

"Bedpost notches?"

"It's a metaphor. I was just going to add you to the growing list of people I fucked." She kissed my neck again. "But I'm not sure I want to let you go right now."

My heart skipped a beat a moment. "W-why?"

"You fed me... and you had every chance to say no, but instead you played along. There's something just so... cute, and lovable, and god DAMNED sexy about you. I'm not really sure what it is, but you're... different from the others."

It was nice to hear her say that. I had been feeling so insecure tonight. I was in over my head, and so new to this I didn't feel like I was good at it. It may had been wishful thinking, but I heard a note of doubt in her words. It was comforting thinking I wasn't the only one questioning things. "So, what's next for us?"

"Well..." She mused out loud "Apart from me being able to do this..." Her hands suddenly took hold of my breasts "I'm alright just talking for now."

I tried not to sound like a child, but I'm sure it sounded bad. "W-what about... You've had me..."

She giggled, "You've got nice tits," she let go and rested her head on my shoulder again "I had you?" I just blushed and looked away. She lifted a finger and pressed it to my chin to prompt me to look at her again "I had you?"

I blushed brighter. This was embarrassing "I... I want you... I... I need you to make me... orgasm." My eyes were clinched tight. I have no idea how she reacted to this at first. But after a few seconds? felt like minutes... she kissed me on the mouth again.

As she broke the kiss she half whispered "Forgive me. I'm going to be a little selfish with you."

"H-how?"

"When I'm with guys... they just want to get to the money shot. It's all 'I'm going to stick it in now.' or 'come on baby suck this.' But with you. I'm having too much fun building."

In the time it's been since this happened I've become VERY used to that idea. 'Building,' oh it's a slow **** some girls really love. Of course back then, I was a NOOB! "B-building?"

She smiled, running a hand down my thigh "Building anticipation. Waiting to let it stir, or is it stew? I tell you what. Give me a night of teasing, and flirting, and romancing, and I'll give you anything I can." She kissed my neck again. Allah I love when she does that. Why is my neck so sensitive? "Please, Fariha..."Far-iha? She... she just said my name? She didn't say Viper? Headscarf? Just... my name? "For one night, can I pretend to be a romantic? Can you pretend to be my girlfriend until this morning? I'll be in your debt..." I couldn't breath. She used my name? Was this because she'd had me on edge for... what time was it, had it been hours yet?! She used my name. "I... I don't want to be just another classroom slut with you..."

"No." I shut my eyes "I mean pineapple!" I couldn't help it. I could feel tears in my eyes. "PINEAPPLE!" Her hands pulled away.

"I understand..."

"NO YOU DON'T!" I shouted, still crying. "Y-your not a slut. I won't let you say that." I took a breath "Not with me. Not in front of me."

She giggled a bit, placing her hands on my back "But I'm behind you."

"You know what I..." Her lips hit me right in-between the shoulder blades like a bolt of lightning. Oh it felt good. "Oooohh..." I heard myself moan out.

She giggled again "I love how sensitive you are." She hugged me from behind again. "...do... you really not see me as a slut?"

I tried to keep the fires going, but that KISS! "...y-you're sexy, and bold. Bolder than I am. But isn't slut a bit archaic a term? I don't care how many people you've been with..." My head was swimming. She used my name and how did one little kiss do THAT!?!

She snuggled me from behind "Thanks... but I have one last question." I nodded yes... finding my voice again was a struggle right now. "This isn't going to cause YOU problems right? A Muslim girl in the arms of a girl? I just don't want you honor killed or something."

At least she worries about me, even if this did come a little late... "No... in this country that doesn't happen... usually anyways. Besides my parents are rather progressive. It broke my grandmother's heart when I asked to wear a hijab."

"Hijab? That's the headscarf thing?" She trailed off a moment before suddenly freaking out "YOU OPTED INTO THAT!?! WHY!?!"

I giggled "I feel more comfortable in conservative clothes. And honestly, they make me feel pretty. Kind of like the underwear I buy." I paused, blushing a bit "D-do you disagree?"

She sounded annoyed "You made such a big deal about me taking it off."

"I'm shy! I'm nervous! You took my panties earlier!"

"YOU'RE SEXY! I'm weak! I saw you sucking off my fingers and wanted more!" She hugged harder. "Just tell me you're safe and alright with this. I'll pay you back somehow for tonight. Somehow."

"You never answered me..."

"You're beautiful... the headscarf is an interesting fashion statement... but YOU are beautiful." Just as I though she was done, she suddenly perked up. "How many other people have seen you without it?"

Where was she going? "I... am pretty sure my mother, sisters, and grandmother are the only ones since I started wearing one. Maybe an odd locker room once?"

She giggled a moment before reaching for my bath rack "Say yes, and I'm going to rock your world baby!"

"Yes?" What was she reaching for, literally and metaphorically?

"You never answered me..." she grabbed the bottle of soap and the luffa "are you going to give me a night of selfish desire?"

"I'm pretty sure I said yes..." Her applying the soap to the luffa made me nervous and excited. Mostly excited.

"Thank you..." She started scrubbing my back. "We're going to have so much fun tonight. But first, I'll wash you up!"

It always feels good to have someone scrub you. It's even better when she's excited. I sighed, and tried to enjoy the feeling. Trying to set her at ease, I sighed and quoted "As you Wish."