Author's Note: I originally posted the story under a different penname, but due to some serious privacy issues I'd been having, I took it down, along with my audios. So, I'm starting again and being more careful. So forgive me if I'm not as responsive as I once was. It's hard to trust people.
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I always looked up to Blaine; she was like the big sister I never had. Blaine taught me everything, from how to walk in heels to getting a guy to pay for your drinks. I really loved it; hell, I loved her. It killed me to admit it, but I really did. Not in the awkward way a brother loves a sister, or the passionate way a husband loves a wife, but in a secret, silent way that was embarrassing to think about.
But as I sank lower into my bubble bath, I started to think about it more and more. Had I always felt this way? Did it show? My mind wandered to the scene of my thirteenth birthday. Blaine was eighteen and way past the age for showing up at kiddy parties, but she came anyway, toting bags of makeup and stuffed animals. There had to have been at least ten or fifteen other kids there, but she was the only one I saw. That night, in the basement when she was loading my lips with blush, I kissed her cheek and asked her to run away with me.
"You're such a sweetheart," she had said, ruffling my hair. I had felt like such an idiot then and the same way even now. Blaine knew everything and I knew nothing.
I let my breasts bob on the surface of the water for a moment and ran a fingertip over the soft flesh of one nipple. They weren't as nice as Blaine's, as I had observed one day during a bit of topless sunbathing at the beach. Hers were this lovely pale pink, just like her lips, and much smaller than mine.
As I rolled the brown bud back and forth between my fingers, I thought of how Blaine might like it if I did the same to her. I closed my eyes and gave it a little pinch, all the while picturing my roommate lying beneath me, red hair fanned out on the bed. Part of me wasn't sure it was what I really wanted, but the idea definitely seemed nice.
"Blaine," I whispered her name out loud and trailed a hand down my stomach, lazily. Just as I parted my thighs, the bathroom door swung open.
"Hey roomie!"
I jumped, splashing water everywhere, but Blaine just looked in and laughed. I adored that laugh, even if it was at my own expense.
"Sorry honey," she started peeling down her stockings. "Was I interrupting something a little naughty?"
"No!" I snapped and contemplated getting out of the bath. It was just too hard to concentrate when she was standing in front of me, undressing like that.
"Can't you do that in your room?" I whined, trying my best not to watch. Blaine just smiled.
"Is that water warm?" she asked once she was down to her bra and panties.
"Sorta..." I blew some of the bubbles around and then stopped. "You're not thinking of getting in, are you?"
Blaine pulled hair into a ponytail and then twisted that up into a bun.
"Why shouldn't I? You're taking ages." she gave me another smile, and I couldn't bring myself to protest. She looked so lovely with all that red hair framing her face. Thinking about it made me remember a time when I was younger and tried to dye mine to match hers. It would have been perfect...if I had known what the hell I was doing. I put in too much, left the dye in for too long, and when Blaine came to my aid to rinse it for me, my hair fell out in clumps.
"What's your rush?" When I looked up again, Blaine had her bra off and was stepping out of her panties. I turned back to the tub as quickly as possible, and pretended I hadn't seen anything.
"Big date tonight," she slid into the tub behind me and sighed. We hadn't taken baths together since we were little, and even then I had been self conscious.
"Big date, huh?" I felt a little jealous of her. Blaine was always getting dates, which meant as soon as she came home with them, which she always did, I was confined in my room until they decided to stop fucking.
"Yeah. Met him at work when he came in for a coffee. His name is Mark. Nice guy, really. I want you to meet him." Blaine started to rub her soapy hands on my back. She always did have a problem with self-control.
"I don't want to—
"—you're so lucky you've got bit tits," Blaine interrupted me and squeezed them together with a giggle.
"Blaine!" I splashed her in the face with the bathwater and she let go, laughing still.
"You're so damn sensitive," she took my hands and placed them on her small breasts. "See? Feel them. I don't care."
I kept my hands there, even after she had let go, and ran my fingertips across her nipples. Blaine smiled curiously at me.
"Mark likes big tits too, you know..." she said once I let my hands fall away.
"What do I care?" I huffed. "He's gonna be fucking you, not me."
Blaine chuckled right against my earlobe. "Mm, yeah...that's right, isn't it?"
The tickle of her warm breath made me flush.
"You're such a whore," I sank lower into the water with a nasty scowl on my face. I hadn't meant it seriously, and I knew she knew that.
"At least I'm not a virgin," Blaine pushed me down under the water and I came back up, coughing.
"I am not!" I grabbed her shoulders and tried to push her down in return, but she looped her arms through mine and held us together.
I didn't mind it at all, really. Even though we were both slippery with soap and water, chests still pressed tight against mine. With a little smile, she ran a hand over my thigh.
"Pretty much though, right? You've only slept with what...one guy?" Blaine's hand traveled over my bottom, but she didn't spank or squeeze. She just left it there, casually.
"Two," I corrected. My heart was racing, but I tried not to let my arousal show. "Maybe I just don't need a cock in me at all times."
"Maybe you don't like cock at all..." she teased. "Is it pussy you're after?"
I opened my mouth to protest, and then shut it. I didn't even want to hear myself answer that question.
'Maybe I like both,' I thought angrily.
"Don't get all serious; I'm just kidding," Blaine spanked me this time, and then pulled the drain plug with her toes. "Now stand up and help me rinse off."
