MORNING HAS BROKEN
The petite blonde, an attractive sophomore in college, wakes up first, and obeying the inevitable first-thing-in-the-morning call of nature, swings her feet out of bed, her feet and legs, like the rest of her, bare and susceptible to the slight early morning chill in the spacious bedroom. Her nipples are erect from the chill, the rough-pebbled flesh of her tiny pink protuberances goose- pimpled into small eraser tips. She feels a cool breeze between her legs, as the morning air hits the still-moist pink surfaces just inside her full labia.
Her lovely bottom is reluctant to leave the warm, satin sheet and goose down mattress that lies beneath her, but a rumbling and pressure within persuades that same bottom, that moving is necessary and right. Her long blonde hair, quite attractive when attended to, lies tangled across her smooth, muscular shoulders and back, in spite of her lover's attention to it the previous night during their frenzied lovemaking. Her small, pink feet root around instinctively for the soft, warm feel of the fuzzy bunny slippers that she favors, while her eye is drawn back to the attractive girl, a brunette, lying asleep next to her in the bed. The two had spent the night entangled in each other's arms, as they have spent nearly every night since last September.
The other girl, a freshman, lies exposed to the blonde's fond gaze, as her movements throughout the night have thrown off the bed coverings on her side. The blonde's hand strokes the brown- haired girl's naked bottom and part of her smooth, creamy thigh, her finger absently tracing a reddish mark along the side of one ass cheek, a crease from a folded bit of bed sheet during the night. The brunette stirs, and turns in her sleep, mumbling some sleep-generated words, which are entirely incomprehensible to the cute blonde, but she is used to her partner's sleep habits and merely smiles. The brunette has a small trace of drool along one cheek, from the corner of her mouth, and the blonde wonders idly if it is solely her own saliva there, or both girls', or perhaps some other bodily fluid the brunette may have come across not so many hours ago.
As the freshman girl rolls over, her full breasts with their relaxed brown nipples, and curly brown pubic bush are exposed, and the blonde can see that there remains residue from their lovemaking of the night before, in the form of crusted dried female cum on the hairs above her clitoris, which is sleeping now, but was so very noticeable and prominent, pink and lovely, in her excitement the previous evening. They had awakened in the wee hours of the night, and obeying an irresistible compulsion, made love for nearly an hour before falling back asleep, exhausted. The freshman girl's labia, too, less swollen now than when she was in full heat, but still quite plump and juicy to the blonde's eyes, have a thin rime of her own feminine lubricant, this still slightly sticky, and the blonde inhales the sweet, musky familiar fragrance of her lover's cream, and feels a tingle of her own in her clit. She scratches her own trimmed blonde bush unselfconsciously, and rises up from the bed.
As the mattress rebounds from the blonde's slight weight, the sleeping brunette rolls back over, still mumbling in her sleep, her full round ass again exposed for her partner, and the sleeper scratches that sweet rear end, fully unconscious of the pleasure she would experience, were she awake, and were those her lover's fingers. Her fingernail scratches right into the puckered folds of her anus, a most satisfying relief, as we all know, but she would be embarrassed were she awake, and aware she was being watched in such an intimate and personal moment. The blonde shuffles her small feet more tightly into the slippers, and picks up a pair of still-damp Scottie dog panties from the floor, where they had been tossed in some haste the night before. Coincidentally, they lie on top of an equally damp pair of plain white cotton panties, so she picks them up, too, bringing them to her nose. Inhaling their fragrance, a feminine aroma both musky and earthy, she smiles at the memories they invoke, of sleepily and pleasurably intersecting mouths, pussies, nipples, and ass holes, and feminine lusts sated.
She crosses the immense room, and enters the nicely appointed bathroom directly off the bedroom. The bathroom features a granite vanity with 3 full size basins, each with gold-plated fixtures, and a generous additional counter for use in applying makeup, with a counter-to-ceiling mirror running the full length of the vanity, a good 9 or 10 feet in length. The room is warm and steamy, a contrast to the not unpleasant early-morning chill of the bedroom.
The floor is a lovely Italian marble, set without grout, but covered with small Persian rugs in traffic areas, so as to avoid the possibility of slipping. There are a toilet and bidet set side-by-side, a full size Jacuzzi, and a generously sized shower stall, almost a room in itself, with polished limestone walls on opposing sides, and decoratively frosted safety glass walls on alternate sides, with glass doors set into each side. The blonde muses on the thought that this bathroom is a little more than half the size of the bathroom serving her entire dorm floor. On the opposite wall of the bathroom is a door to a guest bedroom, now open.
As she enters, slightly more alert now, the blonde notices the shower running. There are shower heads at both 4' and 7' in height, and from her experience, the sound tells her that both are running. Due to the steam being emitted inside the shower, and the frosted glass, she can't make out exactly who it might be in there, but can see that it is someone pink, feminine, and very shapely.
She sits down on one of the white lacquered toilet seats, and waits patiently to let loose a long, satisfying morning piss, her bladder emptying what sounds like gallons of her brightly colored urine. The clear, golden nectar leaves small yellow globes of pee, like monochromatic Christmas balls, attached to the dried cum from the night before, which then disappears in a flash of fluffy white perfumed toilet paper as she wipes her vulva clean. She crinkles her nose prettily at the slightly acrid smell, as she remembers not to flush
Standing naked, bereft now of even fuzzy slippers, the blonde tosses the still fragrant and damp panties onto the rose granite counter, as she hears the water being turned off in the shower. She sees a hand, with pink fingernail polish on each nail, reach out of the steam, and grope for a large blue terrycloth towel hanging on a peg on the wall next to the shower cubicle. As the blonde hangs back by the vanity, giving the bather room to exit the shower stall, the bather steps out, and a look of utter happiness comes over the blonde's face.
She gives a small cry of gladness, and the person stepping from the shower, resembling the other slightly, and clearly equally as feminine, though with very short copper colored hair on her head, and none at all at her mons, looks up and appears equally happy to see the newcomer. Her body is tan, and slim, and bedewed with drops of water from the shower. Her breasts are slightly conical and perky, a young girl's breasts, fresh and full, ready to attract attention. They both exchange quick words of greeting, as their bodies, followed by their full, pink lips, come together in a passionate greeting. The water from the red head's body drips all over the blonde, but neither seems to care, as their hands quickly survey each other's body lightly. They step apart. The copper haired girl spots the two discarded pairs of soiled panties on the counter, and, smiling slyly, picks up the panties with the little Scotties printed across them. Bringing her nose to the cream-encrusted front panel, she sniffs it lightly, stroking her own left nipple as she does so. Then, quickly spinning the panties around, she covers her nose with the faintly stained rear panel, and takes a deep breath through the fabric, her fingers now dropping to her smooth, bare pussy.
She removes the panties from her face, and hands them to the blonde, who also brings the soiled, used panties to her own face, this time dabbing at both the front and rear panty sections with her delicate pink tongue. The copper haired girl, meanwhile, picks up the other pair of dirty panties, cocks an eyebrow enquiringly at the blonde, and then repeats her smelling of the panties, smiling appreciatively at the results. They discard the panties, and their bodies come together once again.
It is apparent that they are intimately familiar with each other's bodies, as the blonde's fingers are soon cupping and squeezing the full, B cup breasts of the shower-wetted girl. She, in turn, has brought her hand to the blonde's mons veneris, and is actively teasing the girl's rapidly hardening clitoris, and already wet vagina.
