I had pushed it too hard. My body ached, my lungs hurt, and my temper, though finally cooled, had won yet again. When Derrick hadn't shown up for our scheduled racquetball match, after a day where our anticipated date had been the only thing keeping me going, I had decided to take the slot anyway. And viciously pounded the ball, over and over, leaving scuff marks and sweat droplets all over the court. I had paid the price now, and was so sore I could barely hobble out of the court and into the shower, rinsing off before heading to the sauna where I planned to let that steamy heat soak into my aching bones.
With a groan I pushed my hair back out of my face, feeling the warm-ish water slide down over me. The vanilla-sugar scent of my bodywash wafted through the air, comforting me. Derrick used this same scent, which was why I had splurged and bought a bottle of it recently. Just opening the bottle made me think of Derrick's smile, his laughter, and that scent unique to him, which I could pick out with my eyes closed in a room full of people. A slight smile passed my lips before trembling away, and I bit back a sob of frustration.
Thinking of Derrick now made me lonely, achy and depressed. I had so needed him tonight, needed to talk with him, take comfort in just being with him, lose my soul in those big brown eyes. To the world we were close friends. To each other we were so much more – confidante, cohort in crime, best friend. There was a wealth of sexual chemistry between us, but we'd never acted on it, more than some mild flirtation. We'd always found ourselves in relationships at a time when the other was free, and had never managed to hook up. Over the years we had gotten scared to, I think, for fear that the sizzle of chemistry would burn up our friendship and leave it smoldering in the dust.
Turning off the water, I hung my head for a moment, taking a deep breath, feeling my eyelids tremble at the weight of the tears there. I refused to cry though. No matter what my day entailed, I would not let it get the best of me. I was stronger than that. Smarter than that. More capable than that. But oh, how I longed for Derrick's shoulder, his soothing voice, his ability to make me laugh it all off.
Wiping my eyes, I headed for the sauna, towels wrapped around me as I slipped into this co-ed steambox. Luckily it was deserted. Deciding that I could handle still more punishment, I slopped a scoop of water on the glowing rocks, inhaling the steam that roiled up and filled the small, square room. Knowing that the chances of being interrupted were slim, due to the lateness of the hour, I decided to hell with it, and got daringly comfortable. I unwrapped the towel tied at my chest and spread it out on the ledge where I had been sitting. I pulled the other towel from my hair. After giving my long, wet locks a quick fingercomb, I laid facedown on the towel-softened wood and spread the other towel over my naked butt, for modesty's sake, although I knew that if I got caught in the state of undress I was already in, that I would face punishment by the gym. Considering the day I'd had, my decision to flaunt the rules was almost a dare.
I pulled my hair to the side, letting it dangle along the ledge, tendrils curling in the heat. The water sizzled and danced on the stones, lulling me into a dreamlike state. The steam itself softened my aching muscles, the heavy, metallic taste of it calming me, making me languorous and sensitized in a way I'd never felt before.
With a quiet groan, I rolled over, once again almost daring my day to get worse. I kept the towel around my hips, but left my breasts exposed. My nipples tightened in the steamy, heated air as the heaviness of my full breasts flattened them out on my chest. For once not caring at this unattractive fact of life, I simply ran a fingertip down the shallow concavity between those white orbs, collecting the sweat and mist mingled there. I shivered at my own temerity and shamelessness even while my pussy tingled.
My fingertip slick with moisture, my eyes closed, and my breathing becoming labored, I circled it around first one nipple, then the other, feeling them get harder and harder. My back arched as I pushed into my own caress, a gasp shivering from between my slightly parted lips. I felt wanton, erotic, decidedly sensuous—things I was not used to feeling. Again and again my mind kept jumping back to the fact that I was touching myself in a very public place, and could be busted at any minute. My pussy trembled at this same thought.
My mind slipped into thoughts of Derrick, with his hard, dark body and sexy grin. My nipples throbbed. It had been ages since my last boyfriend, and my body ached for the feel of a man's touch on my skin, his lips on mine, his fingers holding my wrists over my head as he alternately fucked me and made love to me, making me gush all over him. Images of Derrick streaked through my tired mind, his touch being what I now craved, his darkness contrasting with my pale skin. This was new, thinking of Derrick this completely, craving his touch, his voice, his scent. My mind was too tired to maintain the barriers that our friendship necessitated, and my body was taking full advantage of the fact that my best friend was the sexiest man I'd ever known. I imagined Derrick between my legs, spreading my knees, pressing intimately against me. My hips rocked.
With a groan of pure frustration, I sat up. I couldn't do this. Not only was I pissed at Derrick for not showing up, but I couldn't afford to lose the best friend I'd ever had. Not every guy would willingly pull back your hair as you puked all over his shoes, but mine would – and had. He'd listened to me whine about my job, and had given me advice about men. He'd celebrated my promotions and let me take out my aggressions with life on the racquetball court with him, all without question. Shaking my hair out of my eyes, I stepped over to the grate and poured another dipperful of water over the coals. Realizing the decadence and daring of standing there, completely naked, in full view of the door, I shivered, rubbing my hands over my arms, feeling the goosebumps along my arms and shoulders, my hardened nipples tightening even more. The tug of tightness there, on my sensitive nipples, made my pussy throb, the soft, smooth lips rubbing together in damp slickness.
Returning to my towel, I reclined against the ledge behind me, propping one foot up on the ledge on which I sat. This caused my slick pussy lips to part, and the soft blast of heat against that sensitive skin made me shiver in delight. Decadent, dangerous, this display, even though no one else was around, was driving me mad. I almost wanted someone to see me, someone to touch me, someone to appreciate this naked, warm body so blatantly displayed. My mind kept saying 'someone.' But my heart kept saying 'Derrick.'
I took a quick sip from my bottle of water, and shivered as a drop of the cool liquid splashed from the bottom of the bottle onto my exposed breast. Giving in to the urge, I traced the path of the innocent droplet down along my quivery skin, trailing it over the deep curve of my breast, across my trembling stomach, and into the crease of my pussy. The feeling of that cooled droplet against my aroused clitoris was exquisite.
With a devious smile, I tipped my water bottle up against my neck and let the liquid gurgle over my pale skin, feeling it caress and tease me as it coursed the length of my flushed, heated body. My nipples ached with desire, my pussy pulsed with need. Moaning, gasping, I tipped the bottle up again and again, splashes of water cascading over me, soaking into the towel beneath me, along with the cream from my aching pussy. I had never felt so deliriously wanton, so deliciously
bad
. Reaching down, I opened my wet, swollen pussy lips and poured the last of my water directly over my throbbing clit, jumping at the temperature difference, spraying my cum everywhere as I orgasmed,
loudly
. My shrieks and moans echoed around the little room, but I was too far gone to care.
Laying back on the ledge, I slid my fingers down to my pussy, inserting one finger, two, three. Still my pussy ached, begged to be filled, craved being stretched. I spread my legs wide, one up on the ledge above me, the other dangling, toes brushing against the floor. My back arched sharply, pushing my breasts into prominence. My hair flowed around me, a tangled, chaotic mass of dark auburn strands, the humidity emphasizing their curl. My lips opened, gasping for air as my hips rocked hard against the wooden ledge beneath me.
I inserted another finger, and another, the awkward angle of my fingers lessening their depth, but enhancing the width. This wouldn't do. I needed something in me, something long and thick. I curled my thumb over my clit and buried the rest of my hand deep in my sloppy wet cunt. My legs spread even further apart, and a wail hovered on my trembling lips. A wail of lust, of passion, of frenzied need – which subsided into Derrick's name, chanted over and over in a mindless, abandoned plea for my best friend's touch, his kiss, his cum.
