(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)
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I could hear the shower running upstairs, and the muted music of Elizabeth's sweet voice singing something from
Phantom of the Opera.
I briefly enjoyed the mental image of her belting out those high notes into the detachable nozzle, oblivious to the spray of hot water cascading down her beautiful breasts. Water droplets clinging to her wine-dark nipples...
My attention shifted back to the beautiful blonde sitting beside me. Neither of us spoke, we just sat there, awkwardly shifting back and forth. This was not how I'd pictured things turning out. While Elizabeth was off soaping up her curvaceous body in the shower, Steph and I finally had some time alone together. I had been looking forward to this all week long.
But nothing happened. Now that we finally had the opportunity, neither she nor I knew how to make the first move. Hooking up in the hospital had been spontaneous and unexpected. The fact that we were now PLANNING on doing it made everything awkward. We both made lame attempts at conversation that totally avoided the elephant in the room.
I tried to steer the conversation where it needed to go: "That was really sexy, when you and Liz switched bikini tops with each other like that."
Stephanie lit up, "Yeah, I couldn't believe she did that! She's always telling me how nervous she is around boys! She must really trust you."
That redirected us to talking about Elizabeth for the next few minutes, and by the time I realized we had once again gotten off the topic of screwing each other, the shower had turned off upstairs and we were no longer alone. Damn that girl for taking such quick showers.
Elizabeth, the Mediterranean goddess, descended the stairs wrapped in her bath towel. Much to my chagrin, Stephanie decided to head upstairs to rinse off now that the shower was free.
I moved to give Elizabeth room on the couch beside me, and she gave me a coy look I couldn't quite explain--until I noticed her bare shoulders. She had decided not to put Stephanie's swimsuit top back on after her shower. I couldn't help but wonder if she had likewise "forgotten" to put her board shorts back on.
The towel shifted as she sat down, just enough to show off some porcelain smooth cleavage. "It's been an interesting night," she said.
I nodded in agreement, "I don't think the others are going to tease you about being the 'innocent one' anymore."
Liz shrugged, pleased with herself. "I just wish I hadn't had to tease you to do it. Not that I thought you'd mind, exactly. I figured it'd be a kick for you, too, obviously. I just hope you didn't feel like... I don't know..."
"Like you don't take me seriously?"
She sighed, "Yeah. Please don't think I don't take you seriously. You're just the only guy who doesn't intimidate me. I know you too well. I know you'd never hurt my feelings, or laugh at me, or say mean things about my big fat hips."
"Your body is a work of art, Elizabeth. Anyone who doesn't appreciate every inch of you is an idiot."
She blushed, glancing down at her exposed cleavage. After a moment of silence between us, she quietly asked me, "What's the furthest you've ever gone with a girl?"
I thought about Stephanie, and then about what me and Amy had done under the towel a few hours ago, just a few feet away from Elizabeth. But if neither of them had said anything to the other girls, than that meant I wasn't supposed to either.
"Hands," I answered simply, making a gesture with my fingers to clarify.
"You've never had a girl do, like, what Corrine was talking about with the hotdog?"
"A blowjob? No. But I fantasize about it all the time. I bet it feels awesome."
"That's like my worst fear you know. Not actually doing it, I don't mean. I think it's probably actually kind of fun and sexy to do it. I mean the way the guy treated her. It would just kill me if a guy did that to me. Made fun of me for doing it wrong. How am I supposed to do it right on my first try? I think that's why I've always been too scared to try anything."
I took Elizabeth's hand in mine. "That guy Corrine told us about? He's a moron. And not just because he turned down a blowjob from a beautiful woman. I mean because he missed the point of it entirely. I'm obviously not an expert, but I really feel like sex shouldn't just be about getting off. It should be about sharing ourselves with someone, and about how great it is when someone wants to share themself with us. That's what's so exciting about it. Doesn't have to be true love or anything, but I feel like there should be SOME kind of connection going on. Otherwise you're just using another person's body so you don't have to waste energy jerking off. I guess that's okay, but it's so much less than it could be. If you're with a guy who doesn't realize that, then he's the one doing something wrong, not you."
She smiled sweetly and took my hand. Then, nervously, she placed it on her breast. I saw the trust in her eyes, and I gently cupped my hand around her, feeling the fullness of that marvelous bust. Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned her head back, sighing, "That feels nice."
She looked unbelievably beautiful at that moment, powerfully aroused but also relieved; finally at peace with something that had been giving her anxiety for years. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips, continuing my tender ministrations to her bosom.
Ever so slowly, the towel around her loosened, revealing Elizabeth's soft warm body. Her breathing intensified, and the flush in her cheeks again travelled down her collar to the tops of those pale breasts. The towel finally untied in the center, and I moved my hands to the space between her tits, caressing them from the inside out. My thumbs sought out her thick, gumdrop-shaped nipples, delicately swirling around them.
That got her motor running. No longer at peace, more like an animal in heat, Elizabeth kissed me back passionately, frenching me with wild abandon just as she had on my birthday. She grabbed my hands and crushed them to her tits, her whole body shaking with desire.
Then, suddenly conflicted, she wrenched my hands away from her boobs and her face contorted with uncertainty as she tried to shake the fog of desire from her brain.
"Elizabeth?"