This is Chapter 5 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. You do not have to read the first four chapters to enjoy this Chapter, but I hope you will want to read them all.
Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which appears in the Erotic Couplings section. Terry, one of the two main characters in this story, is first introduced in "Art Class with Julie Chapter 03." Other characters appearing here were first introduced in that series as well.
Comments and criticism is always welcome.
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The shower rained down soothing hot water as steam built up in the large frosted class enclosure. Anne adjusted the temperature down just a bit. She took her bottle of shampoo from the shower shelf, poured a large dollop into her hand and put the bottle back on the shelf.
"You have to lean your head back to I can wash your hair," Anne said to Terry as she stood behind the slightly taller blonde. Anne reached up to begin working the shampoo into Terry's hair, using her fingertips to message her scalp. She pressed gently at first, pulling her fingers from Terry's forehead to the back of her head. She did that two or three times, feeling Terry's body relax from the soothing sensation. Anne increased the pressure of her fingertips, using the shampoo to lubricate the motion through Terry hair.
"Okay, step forward under the shower and I'll rinse out the shampoo," Anne instructed. Terry did as she was told, the warm water rushing over her head, while Anne briskly washed the remaining shampoo out. Terry stood under the shower flow continuing to enjoy the soothing feel of the warm water running down her head, splashing off her breasts, her nipples hardened from the combined sensation of hot water and Anne's fingers. Anne put a large dab of rose-petal scented shower gel into her palms and vigorously rubbed her hands together to produce a full lather. With her hands fully soaped up, Anne rubbed Terry's shoulders and neck, moving down to her back with large circular motions, cleaning and soothing at the same time. When she had worked her way down to Terry's ass, Anne took one cheek in each hand, squeezing and rubbing to loosen the large muscles beneath the skin. Anne worked her right hand between Terry's ass cheeks, rubbing up and down with her soapy fingers. Each time her hand approached Terry's anus, Anne applied slightly more pressure with her middle finger, not enough to penetrate, but enough to add a nice sensation of pressure. With her final stroke, Anne pressed harder, inserting just the first joint of her soapy finger into Terry's anus, unsure how Terry would react. Terry wriggled her backside in response, and pushed back slightly. Anne smiled at this acknowledgement, but she removed her hands from Terry's bottom.
Next, Anne twisted Terry's shoulders to turn her around, the two women now facing each other. Terry's eyes were closed, her head still tilted back, the water hitting the back of her head and washing down her backside. Anne took another dollop of shower gel and rubbed her hands firmly against Terry's breasts. Terry's breasts were larger then Anne's. Her areolas fully covered the front end of each breast. Before she met Terry, Anne had never touched another woman's breasts. Now she loved the feel of rubbing her hands against Terry's breasts, the nipples pressing against her palms. Anne thought about this even when she wasn't with Terry. Several times over the last few days she had lost track of a conversation while her mind wondered to her thoughts about Terry. Once it had even happened while Anne was making love to her husband. Rob hadn't complained; Anne was more sexually energized since she had met Terry; and Rob was one of the beneficiaries without even knowing why.
Anne continued to wash Terry with her soapy hands. She rubbed the foam into Terry's pubic hair, but did not move between Terry's legs. She would leave that area for Terry to wash. Completing her task, Anne stepped in closer to Terry and pressed her lips against the other woman's. The two held each other in this embrace for several moments; grinding hips and rubbing soapy breasts together as the water washed over them. When they finally broke the kiss, Anne giggled with delight.
"Let me rinse off," Anne said, "you can stay in here a while longer if you want to relax under the shower."
"Mmmm, just give me two more minutes. Then I'll get out too."
After Anne rinsed herself down she stepped out of the shower and closed the glass door behind her, keeping the warm air contained for Terry. Anne quickly toweled herself off with an oversized bath towel. She hung up the towel on the rack and grabbed a second towel from the linen closet. Terry was turning off the shower just as Anne returned. As Terry stepped out, Anne wrapped her up in the towel.
"You're treating me like a queen," Terry said. "I've never gotten so much attention, but I could sure get used to it." Terry leaned forward and gave Anne another kiss on the lips.
After finishing up in the bathroom, brushing teeth, combing out and blow drying hair, applying a little make up, the two women dressed in their weekday casual clothes. Anne put on fitted khaki slacks, a blue button down shirt, the top two buttons left open, and open toed flats. A gold necklace with a small heart shaped locket completed the outfit. Terry wore her button fly Levi's, tan canvas shirt and tennis shoes. She put on five different silver rings, including one on the thumb of her left hand.
"What do you want to do for breakfast?" Anne asked. "Should we go back to the diner by the train station?"
"No, we were just there yesterday. If the two of us keep showing up there for breakfast, that waitress, Beverly, is going to know something's going on. As it is she was flirting with me shamelessly." Terry smiled at the memory of yesterday's adventures. She had met Anne for breakfast at the diner after not seeing each other for the entire weekend. Beverly, the restaurant's well endowed waitress, was a serial flirt. She teased the old men stretching out their morning bagel and coffee into a morning's outing; she teased the young lawyers meeting to discuss an upcoming deposition over eggs, bacon and toast; and she teased Terry and Anne, too. It earned Beverly an extra two dollars on the tip at Terry's insistence.
After breakfast, Terry and Anne had gone shopping in a small dress shop down the street from the diner. While in the dressing room, Anne had seduced Terry, going down on her while she sat on the dressing room bench. Terry's orgasm had left her shaking as they walked out of the dressing room. The young sales lady in the store hinted that she knew exactly what had gone on the dressing room, and wouldn't mind joining in if the two ladies came back to the store sometime. Anne and Terry had spent the rest of the day going to a movie and relaxing at Anne's home. They slept together in the guest room.
"Can we just have some cereal and toast here?" Terry asked.
"Of course!" Anne exclaimed. "I thought you might want to get out of here. Let's go down to the kitchen. You get the cereal ready. I'll put up a kettle to make some tea for you and coffee for me. They headed down to the kitchen and busied themselves preparing their breakfasts.
"Should I run outside and get the newspapers?" Terry asked.
Anne hesitated a moment.
"What is it?" Terry asked.
"Well, I'm wondering what the neighbors will think if they see you strolling down my driveway to pick up our newspapers. Most of them know Rob has been traveling a lot lately. They might start wondering who this lovely blonde is that's been sleeping at my house when my husband's away. Maybe I had better get the papers. Or am I just being paranoid?"
"Anne, you have to be comfortable with all of this. This must be a lot harder for you to manage then for me. This isn't my first love affair, I'm sure you know that. And I've always only been with women, as I'm also sure you already know. For you it's all different. You're married, so I'm 'the other woman', so to speak. You have to balance me with your relationship with Rob. And, your extra marital affair being with your first woman is kind of a big thing, too. I get it, really. Don't worry. Go get the newspapers. I'll take care of the tea kettle."
