What’s good for the goose…

The blind student paused, the shower water continuing to pound the soft flesh of her naked body. She cocked her head on one side, as if trying to hear something. Watching her, Cathy held her breath. She had not yet decided what she should do and did not want to be discovered yet.

Eventually, Jo began to gently lather herself again, certain that the presence that she had felt was just her imagination. Cathy sighed quietly, thankful that the torrent of water had successfully blocked out Jo’s remaining senses.

But what to do about her, wondered Cathy? The American looked down at her own naked flesh, mauled and bitten in such intimate places. And here, quite obviously, was the culprit, cleaning herself up without a care. She should have it out with the blind girl right now.

But something made Cathy wait. The blind brunette seemed so sweet and innocent as she showered, oblivious to the blonde’s searching gaze. And she had felt something earlier, hadn’t she, when Jo had touched her breasts?

Maybe the blind girl was just shy. Maybe that was why she had asked to touch the American’s breasts, under the pretence of needing to ‘see’ her. Maybe that is why Jo had molested her whilst she was asleep.

Well, thought Cathy, maybe she should return the favour. If the blind girl wanted a bit of girl on girl action, maybe she should oblige. Cathy did not consider herself a lesbian, but she had to admit that Jo had awakened in her desires that she had not realised that she had – particularly when she had seen her kissing Erica. And anyway, Jo had taken advantage of her, the American reasoned, she was entitled to get something in return.

Under the shower, Jo was rinsing her hair, her back to the American. Her arms were up and her breasts thrust forward. Cathy saw her opportunity. Silently, she stepped into the bath, crept up behind the blind girl and, reaching round her, began to run her hands over Jo’s soapy breasts and belly.