**Author's Note: Megan and Kara - Inspired by porn. Well, what isn't, but anyway. It was the laundry that got this idea turning. Cursed laundry. Thanks to all who've voted or commented on my other stuff. Unlike my others, I'm not sure I can take this one anywhere else. Let me know what you think. This one was fun to write. I hope its as much fun to read.
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I heard a shriek just before I opened the door. I quickly inserted my key and rushed inside my apartment. My roommate, Kara, stood in the far pantry. I could see her past the living room and through the kitchen. She had on a baby-doll that stopped just below her breasts and nothing else. I froze, stammering, then realized what I was doing and shut and locked our door.
I put my bag of groceries and purse on the kitchen table and walked over to the pantry. Kara leaned over the washer, grabbing either side of it as if she intended to rip it away from the wall and throw it. Her naked body, dark and flawless, gleamed with a layer of perspiration. Our clothes, mostly tanks and underwear, were flung all across the floor, dryer, our shelves, and the dry basin behind her.
After a few moments of carefully controlled breathing, Kara finally spoke. "Hi, Megan." Her teeth did not part.
"Can I help you with that?" I asked.
"Not unless you can fix my broken nail, turn Rob into a nice guy, kick my asshole brother in the balls, fire my boss and promote someone with a bit of sense, and fix the pair of silk panties I just ruined in the wash."
"That's quite a list," I murmured. I was looking at her back. Her spine flowed out from beneath that baby-doll and curved back into her ass. She was perfect, and her cheeks were delectable. My mouth watered. She'd kill me if I touched her, I know, but that didn't stop me from looking.
Kara took a deep breath, turned, put her ass to the washer. "Sorry, Megan. It's just been one horrible day.
I walked up to her, expecting to get punched any second. I put my hands on her shoulders. She was tense, her shoulders stiff and wooden. Even through cotton, her skin was hot from her anger. "You need to be pampered a while, girl. Come here."
I pulled her towards the door. She hesitated, glancing over our clothes. "Let me grab some panties."
"Forget that," I told her. "I said pampered." She frowned at me, confused, but resisted no further. I guided her to our couch, sat her down, pulled her baby-doll off, and then kissed her forehead. She looked up at me, not surprised exactly. I don't know. Something. She wasn't angry, though, and that gave me all the green light I needed. I felt a dollop of girl-honey beading between my labia. Damn, but she was beautiful, like a Hawaiian goddess come to life in our San Francisco apartment.
I locked the door, drew the blinds, and turned up the heat a little. She wrapped our puppy-dog throw over her shoulders. I stood her up, wrapped her in it, then had her lie down on the couch.
"You're in Megan's Magic Impromptu Tender Moments Spa," I said as I leaned over her. "Only kisses and caresses and the finest care for our customers."
She giggled. "Are you stoned?"
"No, but I'm inspired. That was one hell of a list you rattled off back there, so now I've got one hell of a task to make it all good."
Kara giggled again.
I went through our apartment, piling assorted items in my arms, until I returned a moment later and dumped it all on the couch at her feet. I left room for her to stretch out, but she was lying with both feet still on the floor, so I guided her small, beautiful feet up onto the couch. I tried to not stare at her delicate labia as she moved. They had parted slightly, like lips taking an urgent, sensual breath, though they remained tucked inside her outer labia. My mouth went dry.
I sat beside her on the couch and pulled her hands into my lap. I found the nail with the break and trimmed away the broken piece, filed it down as well as I could, then gently filed the rest of her nails. I put a cucumber mask on her face, spreading it gently with my fingers. I loved touching her face, and wished I could touch more.
Kara sighed when I finished. I got her up long enough to spread a heavy towel over the sofa. When I laid her back down, this time without the throw, I spent a few moments massaging her feet. Within seconds, she was cooing as if in the hands of her lover. I felt a peculiar exultation that I was the one eliciting these sounds.
She opened her eyes when I started pouring body oil on her legs. She watched me, but said nothing as I worked the thin, sensual oil into her skin. I made no pretense at shyness, and blatantly ran my fingers all the way up her thighs to the scruffy pubic hair she had not shaved for a few days. Her panty lines rasped beneath my fingers, but I continued, just as if I was oiling myself with her as an audience. She gasped when I ran my oily fingers over her pubis, somehow not actually touching her clit.
"Megan, what are you doing?"
Her voice was curious, a little wild around the edges. Not angry. I leaned close to her and gently kissed her lips, careful to avoid the mask.
"I told you, Kara. Only kisses and caresses at Megan's Magic Impromptu Tender Moments Spa. Just enjoy."
I continued rubbing while I spoke, and my fingers slid up the inside of her thigh, across her sex, and up. My pinky and ring fingers slid into her slit, rubbing along her clitoris in a quick, almost careless stroke. I hadn't planned it that way, but I enjoyed every bit of the sensation. As much as I enjoyed the tingling stiffness in my nipples and the fluttery pulses of moisture and tension seeping into my vagina.
Kara tensed, squealed, her thighs coming together and lifting.
"Megan," she moaned. "Listen, you shouldn't worry about all this..."
I pushed her back down onto the couch, then started oiling her tummy.
"What," I began, "You going to make me sit on you to hold you down? Come on. Just relax. Don't you trust me?"
Her eyes were mysterious. "Until now, I trusted you to not molest me in my sleep. Now, I'm not so sure."
My hands kept rubbing the oil over her smooth stomach, up onto her ribs. I stared into her eyes as I reached her small but lovely breasts. Her flesh sagged against her ribs, beautiful and graceful even while lying. My breasts are smaller still, and I envied her clearly defined aureoles and those tiny but erect nipples. Mine are pinker, flatter, and hard to see even against my pale skin.
"No molesting," I said. "I'll stop when you tell me."
Her lips pressed together. "I think I already did."
I froze, looked into her eyes a moment longer. She watched me. My fingers had settled over her nipples, trailing oil onto her beautiful breasts. I withdrew, got up, closed my bottle, and walked away from the couch. I went into the pantry, where our clothes lay scattered. I washed my hands in the basin, then started picking up the clean but tumultuous laundry.
After a minute, I became aware of Kara's presence in the door. I didn't look at her. I was waiting for her to ask me to move out. I was waiting for her to scream at me. I tried to not be ashamed, but the feelings washed over me in great waves. I had fucked up. I had crossed the line. Sometimes it really sucks when you're a girl who likes girls.
"I didn't know you were like that," she said after a moment.
I shrugged. Still didn't look at her.
"If I had," she started. "I wouldn't have..."
I dropped the shirt I was folding. "What? You wouldn't have let me move in?" I looked at her, ashamed and angry and feeling suddenly mean. She had wiped the mask away, but her body still gleamed from her breasts down.
"No. I was going to say," she paused to take a slow breath, "I was going to say that I wouldn't have been so careless. I must have been a terrible tease, all this time walking around here in panties, or nothing."
Defeated by still more guilt over my anger, I turned away, returned to folding the clothes. "Forget it."
Another pair of panties folded, another tank, a pair of pink socks. Suddenly she was behind me.
