Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 3

Abstract: Chapter 3 of 14: Josh and Beth depart, leaving Sarah and Ana alone, their sexually-charged relationship continuing. In the shower together, Ana shaves off all of Sarah's body hair, leaving her bare and smooth. They move to the bed where Ana teaches Sarah the joys of lesbian sex.

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Ana's hand lingered on my lower back as Josh's truck backed out of the driveway and down the street. Her fingers pressing just hard enough to send a spark up my spine. The kiss she planted on me right there in the driveway was hungry, her tongue sweeping in like she was claiming territory. "Shower first," she murmured against my lips, her breath hot and ragged. "Then I'm going to teach you the joys of lesbian sex."

My pulse thrummed in my ears as we hurried back into the house. The place felt different now - emptier, but charged, like the air itself knew we were finally alone. No more tiptoeing past Josh and Beth's room, no more stifled moans. Just us, with the whole summer stretching out like an invitation. Ana led the way up the stairs to the master bedroom, my bare feet padding over the sun-warmed hardwood. The room was a collection of light and shadow, afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, catching the rumpled sheets from last night. I could still smell her on them - that faint musk mixed with the ocean.

Ana was on me in seconds, her hands yanking at the hem of my tank top. "Clothes off," she said, voice rough, like she'd been holding back all morning. I didn't argue. I peeled the tank over my head, my bra following, breasts spilling free, nipples already tightening in the cooler air. She watched, eyes dark, as I shimmied out of my shorts and panties, kicking them aside. Naked, I felt exposed but alive, my skin prickling under her gaze. She stripped too, efficient and unhurried, her cutoff shorts dropping to reveal her bald and smooth pussy, her thighs flexing as she stepped out of them. Her tee came last, lifting to show the flat planes of her stomach, the swell of her breasts, small, but smaller than mine, nipples dark and erect.

We collided in the middle of the room, her mouth crashing into mine, her hands everywhere - gripping my ass, sliding up to pinch my nipples until I gasped into the kiss. "Bed can wait," she growled, steering me toward the bathroom. The space was tiny, all white tile and a clawfoot tub-shower combo that barely fit one person, let alone two. But she didn't care. She cranked the faucet, steam rising fast as hot water hissed out. I stepped in first, the spray hitting my skin like a thousand tiny needles, and she crowded in behind me, her body slick against mine in the confined space.

The water soaked us both, running in rivulets down her shoulders, over the curve of her breasts, dripping from her nipples onto my back. She grabbed the bar of soap, lathering it between her palms before pressing them to my chest. Her hands were everywhere - sliding over my breasts, thumbs circling the peaks until they ached, then down my sides, gripping my hips. I turned to face her, the water pounding between us, and kissed her hard, tasting salt and soap. My fingers dug into her wet hair, pulling her closer, our bellies pressing together, her pussy brushing my thigh.

"Sarah, you feel so good," she muttered, one hand slipping between my legs. Her fingers parted my folds, sliding through the slickness that had nothing to do with the shower. I was already wet for her, aching from the memory of last night, and she knew it - pumped two fingers inside me slow and deep, curling them against that spot that made my knees buckle. I moaned, bracing my hands on the tile wall, the steam making everything hazy and hot. She kissed my neck, her free hand soaping my ass, fingers teasing the crease there, dipping just enough to make me clench.

I returned the favor, grabbing the soap and working it over her hairless body - down her arms, over the ridges of her muscular and chiseled abs, then lower. My hand cupped her pussy, feeling the heat of her through the suds, thumb pressing her clit in firm circles. She bucked against me, a low moan escaping her lips. "Yeah, like that. Touch my clit harder," she said. We ground together, water sluicing over us, bodies slipping and sliding, breaths mingling in the steam. Her fingers thrust faster inside me, thumb on my clit now, and I felt the build-up coiling tight, but she pulled back just as I teetered on the edge. "Not yet," she said, smirking through the spray. "I have plans for you."

She stepped out briefly, water dripping from her everywhere, and rummaged in her duffel bag by the sink. When she returned, she had a can of shaving cream and a fresh razor - pink-handled, sharp. The sight of it made my stomach flip, a mix of nerves and excitement. She climbed back in, the tub feeling even smaller now, and squirted foam into her palm. "I want my woman to have smooth skin," she said, eyes locked on mine.

I raised an eyebrow, heart pounding. "Oh. Am I your woman?"

"You will be," she replied, voice steady, like it was a promise carved in stone. Her hands were gentle but firm as she spread the cream over my underarms first, the razor gliding smooth, wiping away the hairs from days without care. I stood still, water rinsing the foam as she worked, the scrape of the blade oddly intimate. She moved to my legs next. It had been a week - maybe two - since I took care of them. Lifting one foot onto the tub's edge, shaving down my calf, then my thigh, her fingers brushing my inner skin, close enough to my pussy to make me twitch. "Hold still," she murmured, but her free hand steadied me, thumb stroking my hip. My arms were next, although I don't think there was much hair there.

The real focus came when she turned her attention lower. She parted my thighs wider, the water beating down on my back as she lathered my bush - thick and untamed, something I never bothered with. The cream was cool against the heat building between my legs, and she took her time, spreading it over my mound, down to my labia. "I'm gonna make this pussy smooth for me," she said, her breath warm on my skin. The razor started at the top, careful strokes peeling away the course hair, exposing the skin beneath. I watched her, mesmerized, feeling strangely **** as strips of foam and hair washed away down the drain.

She was meticulous, tilting my hips, using her fingers to stretch the skin taut. When she reached my outer lips, she traced them lightly, the blade hovering close, shaving every inch until I was bare, sensitive. The air and water felt different now, every droplet hitting my newly exposed clit like a tease. She rinsed me with her hands, cupping water and pouring it over, then ran her fingers along the smoothness. "Fuck! Look at you," she breathed, parting me again to inspect. One finger slid inside, easy now without the hair, and I gasped at how raw it felt, every nerve lit up. She shaved a little more around my entrance, then lower, to the fine hairs on my ass, bending me slightly forward. Her touch there was careful, the razor grazing my cheeks, then the sensitive spot between.

By the time she finished, I was trembling, not from cold but from the ache she'd built without even trying. She stood, kissing me deep, her hand cupping my freshly shaven pussy, fingers pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Perfect," she said, turning off the water. We toweled off roughly, barely dry, and she pulled me toward the bed, the sheets still tangled from before.

The mattress dipped under us as we fell onto it, the room thick with the scent of salt air and sex. Afternoon light filtered in, casting golden stripes across her body as she pushed me onto my back, straddling my waist. "Time to teach you the joys of lesbian sex. You won't be a straight woman anymore after this," she said, her voice low and commanding. Her hands pinned my wrists above my head, not hard but enough to make me arch up, my bare pussy brushing her thigh. She leaned down, mouth on my lips, then neck.

She released my wrists, trailing kisses down my chest, lingering on my breasts. Her tongue flicked my nipple, then she sucked hard, teeth grazing the edge, making me hiss. "You like that?" she asked, switching sides, her hand kneading the other breast, pinching until it throbbed. I nodded, breathless. She went lower, kissing over my stomach, the new smoothness of my skin making every touch electric - her lips soft, then her teeth nipping lightly.

When she reached my pussy, she spread my legs wide, knees hooked over her shoulders like last night, but this time in full daylight, no shadows to hide in. "Oh god," she said, blowing cool air over it. "So smooth, so beautiful." I shivered, clit pulsing visibly. She started slow, lips brushing my inner thighs, then a flat lick up my slit, tasting the smoothness. "So sensitive now," she said, and she was right - every lap of her tongue felt amplified, no hair to dull it. She sucked my outer lips into her mouth, tugging gently, then delved deeper, tongue fucking my entrance while her thumb circled my clit.

"Ana..... Oh..... So good... Feels so good....." I groaned, hips lifting off the bed. She pinned me down with one hand on my belly, the other sliding two fingers inside, pumping in rhythm with her tongue. She curled them, hitting that spot deep, and I felt the pressure build fast, my walls clenching. But she pulled back again, edging me, making me whine. "Patience," she said, crawling up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on her lips - clean, tangy, mixed with her saliva.

"Now it's your turn to learn how to please a woman," she instructed, flipping us so she was on her back, legs spread. I hesitated, but my patient teacher guided my head down between her legs. "Start with kissing my thighs. Tease." I did, lips on her inner skin, working inward, inhaling her scent - musky, aroused. When I reached her pussy, I mirrored what she'd done, licking slow from bottom to top. She moaned, hand in my hair, not pushing but encouraging. "Yeah, right there, very good Sarah, lick my clit." I did, drawing it between my lips, flicking with my tongue, feeling it swell under my mouth. Her taste was stronger than mine, earthier, and I dove in, tongue probing her folds, then sliding inside as far as I could.

She bucked, her erotic senses building. "Fingers now - two, curl them up." I obeyed, thrusting into her wetness, feeling her tighten around me. Her hips rolled, fucking my hand, and I watched her face - eyes half-closed, mouth open - as she chased it. "Harder Sarah. Make me cum." I pumped faster, sucking her clit, and she shattered, thighs clamping my head, pussy pulsing around my fingers, juices coating my chin as she rode it out with a guttural moan.

We weren't done. She pulled me up, positioning us side by side, legs tangled. "Scissoring," she explained, hooking one leg over mine, our pussies aligning. She ground down, clit to clit, the friction immediate and intense - my smooth skin sliding slick against hers. We rocked together, hands on each other's breasts, pinching nipples, kissing sloppy and deep. The pressure built differently this way, rubbing external, building that deep ache. "Fuck - your pussy feels so good like this," she panted, grinding harder, our clits bumping with each thrust.

I came first, the orgasm ripping through me without warning, my hips jerking erratically, wetness spreading between us. She followed seconds later, her body tensing, then an orgasmic waved came over her. We fell into the bed - panting, exhausted, but sated. We cuddled, kisses, locked into an embrace for a good long while.

Feeling hungry, we went down to the kitchen, both of us still naked, and made dinner with what we could find. Thereafter, we went back upstairs to continue where we left off for the reminder of the evening.