It had been a week since Christine performed her first show with Sarah. The two agreed that Christine would only join her on the weekend so that they would have more time without the stress of class getting in the way. It also gave Christine time to mentally prepare herself for this, an option she didn't have last time. During the week Christine had wondered what her roommate would have planned for them. Sarah had told her that they could just do what they did before (if it would help Christine ease into it) and the audience would still pay, but variety pays more. That word was stuck in her mind, "pay." Would she only degrade herself solely for the sake of getting paid for it? Then again is it really degrading if you are indulging yourself? You know what they say, "do what you love."
Now this doesn't mean that Christine was a whore, but she wasn't exactly that experienced. She wasn't a virgin, especially after Sarah, but she never talked about her sex life often so most assumed only the occasional boyfriend she might have. Sarah, on the other hand, was quite experienced and proud of it. Calling her a slut was pointless because to her it was a compliment, but this was mainly because those "insulting her" rarely got any. One was the shy nerd and the other was a party girl. Yes, the two complimented each other fairly well despite what most would think.
The reason this is brought up is only so that the readers may fully understand these two better and why they would be willing to do what they do.
It was Friday night and Christine had just gotten back from her study group. She found Sarah sitting cross-legged on the couch with her hand in the pickle jar. She seemed focused on getting the one at the bottom, but her hand didn't quite fit in enough to reach. Christine set her book bag and laptop down on the counter. The noise made Sarah look up; she smiled when she saw her roommate.
"Hello, my floozy guest-star. Have a nice day?" Sarah said playfully. She had been learning different dirty words through the internet and a thesaurus. "I certainly hope you're ready to fornicate in front of an adoring audience."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I think." Christine replied. She sighed quietly. She wondered about having second thoughts.
"Now don't go cancelling on me," Sarah could tell by her face and tone what Christine was thinking, "remember that you loved it, they loved it, and I especially loved it." She set the jar down and got up. Sarah walked over and slapped Christine's ass. Christine yelped in surprise as Sarah started to squeeze and chuckle.
"Besides, it'd be a waste for such a sexy thing to go to waste." Sarah remarked. She turned around and smirked. Christine sighed and smacked her roommate's butt in return. Sarah smiled brightly and walked away to shower. Christine thought about how she felt about Sarah being so open about sex. As long as she's known this girl she never blushed or seemed embarrassed to talk about it. On their first day alone she hooked up with three guys, IN THE SPAN OF AN HOUR. However that was with men, Christine couldn't really recall Sarah's history with girls, except last week when they... and it was so... Christine shook her head to regain her train of thought.
It was weird living with someone with so much experience while having little to none. Christine had only been with two boys. The first was when she was 15; she met a senior in high school at a dance. He pretended to love her and she was in love despite only just meeting him. He didn't last very long, maybe only a minute or two, before leaving and never speaking to her again despite her wanting to. The second was when she was 17 and she dated a boy for a year and eventually had sex with him. He was about average, but she didn't care. She liked him for him and not his sexual prowess; sadly he didn't feel the same. Besides those two boys the only other experience she had was the occasional kiss after a date, but nothing happened after. Christine often wondered if it was her personality that put her suitors off or that at the time she was more preoccupied on classwork. Thinking about the past started to make Christine feel upset so she blocked it. She put away the pickle jar and cleaned up the small mess caused by Sarah. The plus side to living with a girl like Sarah was that if Christine ever had romantic issues she'd ask Sarah who was never the type to be uncomfortable by this. Although the down side was that Sarah's solution most of the time was "just fuck him."
Christine thought that Sarah was certainly the, if not one of, sexiest girl on campus. This was before what they did together. Christine pondered on her arousal in that moment. Was it an actual attraction to Sarah or just a coincidence from a lack of sex? She had an hour or so to figure this out before the show. A show was a weird way to describe it. It's two girls having sex on camera in front of hundreds or thousands of people. It's really just live porn.
Christine went to her room to put her books and computer away. She set them on her bed and took her hoodie off. She wore a crop top with jeans and old sneakers. The shower ran loudly as Christine took off her shoes and socks. She looked at herself in her mirror. She didn't really feel sexy enough to do a show. She didn't really see what people liked about her body.
After a few minutes Sarah's shower ended and she went to her room to prepare. Christine went into their bathroom and turned the water on. It was still warm, luckily Sarah hadn't used up all the hot water. She stripped down and stepped into the shower. It felt nice on her skin and was definitely relaxing after her day of classes. Christine used her favorite shampoo that smelled like cherry blossoms. The body wash she used made her skin soft and pleasant. Christine made sure to make her breast, legs, and other places clean or else she might turn off Sarah.
"Sarah..." Christine thought to herself. "Why am I so concerned on how she feels? She's nice and all, but she'd fuck anything. I doubt something like my scent is a deal breaker at this point."
Christine thought back to that night. Her body became hot as she stroked herself. She closed her eyes and turned so that the water was hitting her back. She breathed in deeply as her thoughts focused on Sarah. She imagined how it felt to have Sarah kiss her body while in a tender embrace. No other person made her so aroused this quickly. Maybe it was because Sarah was a girl and knew what they wanted, yes that must be the reason. If a man had done it then Christine would feel the same. Still though, Sarah was very beautiful. Those deep brown eyes and those small, intoxicating lips that just draw you in- Christine stopped and shook her head. Just because she had sex with a girl doesn't mean she was a lesbian. It was just something that happened with no other meaning than money. Sarah no doubt felt the same, right? She isn't the romantic type anyway.
Christine rinsed off her body and turned the shower off. She draped a towel around herself and quickly rushed to her bedroom so Sarah wouldn't see. Christine shut the door behind her a sighed. Why was she concerned if Sarah saw her? They've already seen each other naked. Christine dried herself off and put on a clean pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"These will do until I decide what to wear." Christine thought. She went through her underwear but none of them were really sexy. Christine considered just wearing anything as long as the panties matched the bra (they always should is what Christine believed.) Then again, it wasn't like they'd be spending the whole show in their underwear since it'll end up on the floor anyway. This made Christine wonder if she should just go nude the whole way through, but she recalled Sarah saying that stripping down was often worth the most in a night. Maybe she should just let Sarah decide since she's the expert.
