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                       º               BATH               º
                       º       by William E. Bilbro       º
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         "May I join you?"

         "Of course you can." Sharon smiled dreamily up at Trilla from her
     languid recline in the bathtub. She was submerged to her armpits; the
     warm, perfumed water curled in intimate eddies around her bare brown
     arms, lapped against the curves and slopes of her floating breasts.
     Sharon rinsed her upraised knees with scooped up handfuls of scented
     water.

         "First time for this, I think." Trilla shed her black string bikini
     bottom and her white t-shirt.

         Sharon simply nodded. She had clipped the long ends of her bangs
     back above her ears with two gold barrettes, had made a pillow out of a
     folded towel, had stretched out in the long tub's glorious steaming
     pool, and now the warmth and delicious buoyant comfort took her close
     to sleep.

         "Two bodies are nice." Sharon murmured. Her eyes were closed, but
     she felt the water flow past her when the blonde stepped over the edge
     and sat down. The water's subtle push set her breasts bobbing just
     beneath the surface, it felt like impossibly gentle hands cupping her,
     supporting, caressing her. She straightened her legs and extended them
     on each side of Trilla, who now lay back against the tub's other end.

         The two young women gazed silently at each other. They swished
     their legs, felt silky skin make slick wet contact along supple thighs
     and calves. Trilla splashed her chest till it gleamed with bath oil,
     watched the water run in bright tracks down between her breasts, saw
     her nipples change from pale pink to the color of a deep red rose. With
     a grin she tickled Sharon's pussy with her toe-tip, and had her face
     splashed by the laughing brunette.

         Sharon leaned over the edge of the bathtub and reached for the
     pocket of her robe which lay draped across the vanity's chair, and from
     it drew a fat joint and Dan's lighter. The joint she handed to Trilla,
     who held it to her lips while Sharon touched the end with the tiny
     flame. Trilla puffed, and the cigarette's sweet organic smoke mingled
     with the fragrance of the water.

         "I needed this." Trilla said, her voice tense from holding her
     breath.

         "Did you have a hard day, Miss Rhylle? Sharon carefully took the
     joint from her friend's offering fingertips. She inhaled, the tip
     glowed redly.

         "Yes." Smoke streamed from Trilla's nostrils in twin grey columns.

         "Where were you? Dressed like that?"

         "Ray's. He's doin' a paper on `Cartesian' music.

         Sharon thought for a moment. Ray was a math major. `Cartesian'
     music? Notes by graph?  "Let's see. Music by calculation?"

         "Yep. He makes the staff the horizontal axis, and pitch the
     vertical. The notes make a curve, which he can describe and reproduce
     using equations. Or, he can write the equation and then figure out
     where the notes go."

         "What did you do?"

         "I played the notes on my flute. Believe it or not, Ray doesn't
     know scales. You know, Every Good Boy, etc."

         "You're kidding?"

         "Nope. Can you dig that? Fourth year math student and he never
     learned his lines and spaces."

         "Even I know that. Or those."

         "Yep."

         They soaked quietly for a few moments as the smoke expanded through
     their limbs. Sharon bounced her breasts with her fingertips; Trilla
     sank down and blew bubbles through the water's surface.

         "Trillie, this makin' you anything like sexy?" Sharon pushed the
     water in a wave toward Trilla's nose, but the blonde jerked her head
     up, and giggled, and spouted a mouthful of water which arced across the
     tub and broke on Sharon's upper chest. Trilla lifted her legs over
     Sharon's and hooked her heels behind Sharon's hips.

         "I wondered about that, too..." She bent her knees and pulled.

         Sharon, with a welcoming smile, did the same, spreading her legs
     around Trilla's firm little ass and crooking her knees.

         The move brought their two naked, interlocked bodies together, and
     as their breasts touched, they embraced, and kissed each other solidly
     on the mouth. Trilla's mouth opened, her tongue came out and pushed
     between Sharon's lips; Sharon fought back with her own tongue-tip.

         Two sets of warm young breasts pressed together, flattened,
     Sharon's full and round, Trilla's compact, small, conical. Four nipples
     erected instantly out of puckered aureoles, stiffened by the touch of
     supple oiled skin. They gently turned their bodies, fitting curve and
     rise into slope and hollow. Each lowered a hand through the water to
     the soft place between the other's legs; probed tender folds, caressed,
     opened.

         Trilla broke the kiss and put her forehead down on Sharon's
     shoulder, and through the murky water she watched Sharon's fingers play
     in her blonde cunt. Sharon stroked her labia, parted them, made them
     yield and accept a fingertip into the fragile opening. Trilla
     contracted her vagina in a tight ring around Sharon's exploring finger.

         "Oh, Shay. Oh my Shay..." The blonde whispered. "You do that so
     well now."

         "I had a good teacher."

         "This is a little awkward. Can I move?"

         "Yes. Spin around."

         They released each other and Sharon helped Trilla do an about face,
     so that she faced the blonde's back. Trilla relaxed backward into
     Sharon's encircling arms; Sharon's breasts pillowed her, Trilla let her
     head fall back on Sharon's shoulder. The tub's rough floor prevented
     Trilla from sliding down and out of Sharon's embrace.

         Sharon kissed Trilla's ear, nudged it with her nose and lips, blew
     softly in it. She covered Trilla's wet breasts with her hands, molded
     them gently in her palms thinking, truly, Trilla, you're made like
     scoops of ice cream. Sharon plucked the blonde's nipples lightly, and,
     teased, they rose. Trilla closed her eyes and breathed a small sigh at
     this pleasant fondle of her body's most sensitive spots. Sharon's touch
     was gentle, yet firm and bold.

         But Trilla's impatience quickly drew her attention elsewhere. She
     raised her feet out of the water and put them up on the tub's edges,
     and took Sharon's hands in her own.

         "Down here, Shay. Where you were. Where you want to be."

         "Where you want me to be."

         "Yeah."

         Trilla widened her thighs separation at Sharon's return to her
     pussy. The brunette outlined the shallow triangular hillock of Trilla's
     pubis, twisted curls of water-softened pale hair around her fingertip,
     stroked the curved hollows where Trilla's slender legs joined her body.
     Trilla's hands followed every small probing move, sometimes guided,
     sometimes guiding; Sharon's obvious, unself-conscious, fascinated
     interest in her cunt was as stimulating to Trilla as the touch itself.
     Then with a quick but delicate dart designed to take the blonde by
     surprise, which succeeded, Sharon dipped the first two fingers of her
     left hand between the soft petals of Trilla's blooming labial flower.

         Trilla inhaled through her teeth sharply, as though hurt, and
     turned her face into Sharon's neck. Her flexible, rippled vaginal walls
     divided, received Sharon's twin-fingered thrust into her. Sharon sensed
     Trilla's cervix at her fingertips and withdrew slightly, then pushed
     again, and Trilla's hips began to tense and relax in rhythm with her
     pumping hand. Ten or twelve thrusts brought Trilla to a steady, husky
     pant.

         Sharon waited until Trilla's knees started a series of short,
     involuntary midair flutters, then brought her fingertips out of Trilla
     and up an inch or so, around Trilla's partially buried clitoris, which
     Sharon found like a tiny pebble loosely cushioned in its bed of wet,
     furrowed tissue. Sharon touched it, probed it, circled it lightly with
     the point of her middle finger.

         Trilla arched her back, and climaxed; uttered "Shay!" in a sharp,
     constricted cry. She clutched Sharon's wrist with both hands. Her
     thighs flexed, spread; her toes pointed on the bathtub's rim. Sharon
     released Trilla's clit but massaged the blonde's cunt gently, giving
     her something to thrust her pelvis against. Trilla held Sharon's palm
     down firmly on herself and rubbed her pussy on it, and Sharon's finger,
     again, slipped in and out of her vagina.

         "Trilla?" Sharon whispered. "Tril'? Hello?"

         "I'm here, Shay." Trilla said, her voice muffled in the hollow of
     Sharon's throat. "Just barely. Boy, this water makes me feel like
     you're touching me everywhere at once.."

         "Wish I could." Sharon tilted her friend's face up and kissed her
     pink lips. "Its cooling off. We should get out."

         "Not till I've had my chance. If we drain it now we'll be cold,
     n'est ce pas?"

         "Oui, cheri."

         Trilla sat forward, shook her head, and stood, stretching and
     yawning. She fluffed water from her cunt, took a towel from the rack
     and dried her face.

         "Your turn, Miss Blue Eyes."  Trilla said, grinning and holding her
     hand down to Sharon. She helped the brunette to her feet.

         "How, Trillie?"

         "Just do what I say. I want you open and accessible. Sit"

         Trilla made Sharon sit down on the bathtub's wide edge with her
     feet in the water. She spread Sharon's legs and knelt, then sat,
     between them. The tub was rather deep, and if Trilla hunched a little
     her head came to the level of Sharon's wide-open thighs. The triangular
     patch of wet, dark brown, curly hair of Sharon's pussy beckoned, and
     Trilla put out her fingers to touch the soft twin folds and probe the
     dark vertical cleft.

         "Gonna kiss me, Tril'? Somewhere special?"

         "Yep. But I want your boobies first."

         Sharon leaned forward and braced her hands against the opposite
     wall. This brought her breasts down on the cheeks of Trilla's upturned,
     blissfully smiling face. The blonde took each hanging breast in a hand
     and settled her nose and mouth between them, into Sharon's warm deep
     cleavage. Trilla licked perfumed oil off Sharon's damp skin. She
     squeezed Sharon's breasts together and ran her tongue across the
     nipples. She held one breast in both hands, fastened her mouth to its
     point, and sucked, gently, softly, until it hardened. Sharon fingered
     her other nipple till it matched the first.

         When Trilla pushed her nose into her friend's chest, Sharon
     straightened up. The blonde then assembled a delicately traced chain of
     light kisses on Sharon's body which began at each erected nipple,
     travelled down the smooth, flawless skin on the sides and outcurving
     lower surfaces of Sharon's breasts, joined at the center between them,
     then down in a straight line over Sharon's stomach, pausing to lick a
     pendant into her shallow navel.

         Trilla felt Sharon's pubic hair brush her chin. She stopped, dipped
     her head, and nuzzled with her lips, her tongue, and her nose the firm
     rounded rise beneath the fleece. Sharon helped by spreading her thighs
     to their limit and flexing her ass; this pushed her cunt outward toward
     Trilla's nibbling lips. The blonde's burrowing tongue pressed apart the
     strands of hair, formed a bare channel in the center, where, finally,
     Trilla's tongue-tip found the apex of the crevice between Sharon's two
     plump outer labia. Trilla lapped, and the crevice opened.

         Sharon hissed with pleasure and buried her hands on Trilla's
     bedraggled hair. She urged Trilla's head into her pussy, amazed, as
     usual, at Trilla's skill at this act. The girl went very slowly, one
     tiny move at a time, making Sharon await, anticipate, the release
     Trilla always so expertly gave her.

         Now, besides her mouth, Trilla had both her hands up in Sharon's
     cunt. She had parted Sharon's paired female gates and was now softly
     spinning her tongue around the entrance of Sharon's vagina, which, now,
     out of the water, streamed Sharon's slippery secretion. Trilla sipped
     it, lapped it like a kitten at a saucer of milk. Her tongue entered
     Sharon's soaked secret opening, swirled, withdrew. She replaced it with
     two stiffened fingers which sank wedding-ring deep in Sharon's
     clamping, clenching vagina. Trilla let her tongue drift upward to a new
     target, Sharon's shy small clit.

         The brunette steadied herself with a hand on the edge of the
     bathtub. She still held Trilla's head with the other, but all sensation
     except the shrieking, vibrating pinpoint between her legs was lost. It
     brightened, intensified, concentrated, then burst, and she was pitched
     headlong down a yawning abyss. Sharon flew, or fell, through whirling
     pink empty space for what seemed like endless ages; her body was a hot,
     rushing flood of superlatively sweet orgasmic completion that
     thundered, pulsated, grew soft, quieted, disappeared, and left her just
     a little bit sad.

         When her senses cleared and her eyes opened Sharon found herself
     doubled up forward over Trilla's head, supported by the blonde's
     shoulders. Trilla sat calmly licking lubricant from her fingers. Sharon
     kissed the top of her head.

         "My God, Trilla," Sharon whispered. "You do set me on fire. What is
     your secret? How do you do that?"

         "Stick with me, Babe. You'll learn."

         "Do I make you feel anything near this? I'm paralyzed."

         Trilla went up on her knees and embraced Sharon, and kissed her
     lips softly, staring into her ice-blue eyes.

         "Yeah, you do. You always do. Can't you tell?"

         "I suppose."

         "We've only been at it six months or so, right? We'll both get
     better at this, its just a matter of time. And practice."

         "I can't imagine anything better than this."

         "We'll see, O.K.?"

         "O.K. Kiss me again."

         Trilla kissed her. "Thanks for the bath."

         "My pleasure, Cupcake. All my pleasure."

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