Mentor
Chapter 10 - Sunshine
The sun was streaming through the window as I slowly persuaded sleep-infused eyes to take in the day. Relearning how to focus, I discovered a woman, lying supine on the other side of the bed. Bedsheets were knotted around her thighs, but she was otherwise uncovered. Her golden hair lay tangled around her head.
The woman's body was inked, and I took the time to appreciate the art. A sinuous form twined around each forearm. I thought at first that they were serpents, but closer inspection showed them to be winged skeletons. Bone dragons.
Her upper left arm was an elaborate design in black of a pair of human skeletons, intertwined in an embrace. The upper right held the only non-skeletal design - a girl, made up as a goth, with untidy hair. Her expression seemed amused. She wore a dark cami top, an ankh suspended from her neck.
Between the naked woman's breasts was the rose I'd noticed last night. Its stem emerged from entwined branches of thorns, which curved around and onto the lower edge of each breast. A butterfly in red and blue, lay entirely on the swell of her left breast. It and the blood-red rose were the only tattoos with colors other than black and gray.
Dylan's beautifully colored plant design might be more to my liking, but this work was exquisite, finely drawn and fascinating.
The naked woman shifted and attempted to tug the sheet higher, but only tightened the snarled cloth. I looked up, startled, to find her wide awake and watching me.
"Studying my tattoos?" Michelle asked.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Isn't it painful to have your boobs tattooed?"
Michelle winced. "Very."
"I like your Death." I waved my hand toward her right bicep.
She smirked. "Glad you recognize her."
"I'm mostly a video game nerd," I replied, "but I can cosplay a comic book nerd when needed. It's why I'm interested in Austin's project. How's your head?"
"Not bad," she said.
"Same," I said. "I'm surprised. Maybe we burned off the hangover toxins."
"Could be," she agreed. "I'll brew coffee." She rose a little unsteadily, then headed to the kitchen.
After she was out of bed, I rolled over to her side, then followed her out, finding the living room, then locating my purse. It was a little after eight-thirty, according to my phone. On the way back, I stopped to observe Michelle in the kitchen.
"Hmm?" she grunted when she saw me. "Anything up?"
"Just watching," I said. "I didn't mean to spend the night. Should I hurry home?"
Michelle shrugged. "No need," she said. "I've no plans until mid-afternoon. What about you?"
I held my hand over my mouth to hide a yawn. I needed the coffee she was making. The scent of the grounds was making it clear just how much. "I'm fine, too. If you don't mind, I'll take a shower before leaving."
"No problem," she said. "How do you take your coffee?"
"One sugar," I said. "Milk if you have it, but without is fine."
"I have milk," Michelle said. "Cream, if you prefer."
"Sure," I said, then headed back to the bedroom.
Our two cocktail glasses, both still half full, were sitting beside the bed. I took them to the kitchen. I knew which was Michelle's and which was mine by the color of the lipstick smears. "Should I rinse these out?" I asked. "Where should I toss the olives?"
"Just leave the glasses," the blonde woman said. "I'll take care of them."
I nodded and left, then took my purse into the bathroom and brushed my teeth with the travel-sized toothpaste and toothbrush I had with me, feeling proud of myself for my basic preparation.
Returning to the bedroom, I pulled the sheets into place before getting back into bed. Michelle arrived a moment later with two mugs, handing me one. Glancing at her body, I felt a stirring of lust, but decided I shouldn't initiate foreplay, even after my coffee. I'd overstayed my one-night stand expectation.
"I have to say," I began, after the coffee began to take effect, "that now I'm sober, I can look back on your gig last night and see that it was pretty fucking incredible. Are you going to try to make it big?"
She pursed her lips. "I mean, we all want to. We've been getting our songs out there. It's going to take hard work and bigger shows. We're giving away downloads and have videos on our website to build an audience, since music services suck for indie bands. As you saw, we're filling local venues."
"You'll need to find more girls to satisfy your post-gig lust," I said, with a chuckle.
"Maybe I'll try to tempt
you
to be a regular with free admission and booze,"
"Maybe you'll succeed," I admitted, "if only for the music. Have you ever hooked up with your guitarist? She seems to have a ton of energy."
"Sydney," Michelle said. "We considered it, once. Fortunately we were sober at the time, and decided it would probably fuck up the band. If that hadn't happened, we probably would have done after a successful show, and it would have been a disaster. And yeah, she's awesome."
"She owned that last number," I said.
"Didn't she?" Michelle replied, with a grin.
My coffee was almost gone. "Could I borrow soap and a towel?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course," she said. "Let me find you a bath towel. Everything else is in the bathroom."
My eyes tracked her as she slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, returning a moment later with a neatly-folded bath towel, which I took. There was a large walk-in shower and a double marble vanity. Something seemed unusual about the room, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I shrugged off the feeling, then as soon as I had the water to my liking, I stepped into the shower and began to soap myself down.
With the sound of the water, I didn't hear Michelle approach until the shower door opened with a small click and a breath of cooler air. I was facing the shower head, trying to keep my hair dry, when hands slipped around me and began to lather soap over my breasts, squeezing and pinching. My nipples swelled to their touch.
Feeling her breath on my neck, I turned back, meeting her mouth with mine. She kneaded my breasts as we kissed, and I felt myself make a soft sound of arousal.
Michelle's hands left my breasts, and a moment later I felt slick fingers caress my labia. I glanced down, nervous about her using soap, but she'd set her container of lube on the ledge in the long wall of the shower, and was lubing me inside and out.
"What are you doing?" I groaned.
Her wordless reply was the pressure of the smooth, well-lubricated silicone shaft sliding between my legs, then pushing between my labia. "Oh, God," I groaned. I set my hands against the wall for support, warm water drenching my hair, since my head was now directly below the shower head.
Michelle continued to apply lube as she slipped more deeply into me. Her knees were bent to grant her access to my passage, but I raised my left leg to allow her easier entry. I found that if I rested my knee against the low shelf I didn't need to hold it up, and she could penetrate me completely.
Warm water sheeted down my breasts until Michelle covered them with her hands again and began to move. I felt myself filled by the toy, the sensual massage of it moving inside me erotic, as was the feeling of being warm and wet everywhere. I moaned as my passion rose quickly. Supporting myself in this position was uncomfortable, and after a time I relaxed the pressure of my hands against the wall, leaning forward. Turning my face to the side, I let it rest against the wall, holding me upright, as Michelle's hands controlled my movements by their hold on my breasts.
After several minutes, her hands vanished from my breasts. A few seconds later, the left returned, but her right hand reached around my leg, then well-lubed fingers touched my clit and began to stroke.
In less than a minute, I was gasping with need, my climax barely out of reach, and approaching every second. Then it arrived, blossoming within me, and my body froze for a few seconds as the pulsing pleasure threatened to collapse my supporting leg.
When the thrilling contractions were subsiding, I moved my left foot back to the floor, easing the shaft out of me as I stood upright. Then I turned to face Michelle, leaning against the long wall. Setting my feet on either side of her, I picked up the lube, refreshing the coating all along the strap-on. The shower would be rinsing off both the water-based lube and my own wetness, so if I wanted the toy back inside me, it needed a new coat.
And I did want the toy there. I placed one foot on either side of Michelle, leaning against the wall, and slowly took the shaft into me, guiding it in with my fingers as she held my waist. When it was completely inside, I moved my hands behind me to the ledge, sliding my feet slightly forward, so that my body was inclined against hers, connected firmly by the toy.
We both moved, taking a few strokes to synchronize our rhythm. I would have imagined that the effort of holding the device in place would have taken too much effort to be arousing, but the sounds she was making said otherwise. Grinning, I leaned forward to kiss her. She returned the kiss, but briefly, avoiding getting drawn in.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "I
did
brush my teeth."
Her lips quirked up. "Yeah, so did I." After a pause, she sighed, then added, "Let's try that again."
Our lips joined again, and this time she responded, and in short order we were devouring one another's tongues. I groaned as the electric charge in my belly began to grow.
"Wrap your arms around me," Michelle murmured. I did so, carefully, since I was losing my support, and didn't want to slip. I'd probably knock her legs out from under her, and we'd end up in a tangle on the wet shower floor.
When my arms were around her back, Michelle moved her hands to my butt, lifting me, my back against the wall. My legs were no longer needed to support my body, so I wrapped them around her thighs, moaning softly as she bounced me, the shaft filling me, sliding in and out, my arousal spiking.
Michelle's breathing showed that she was going to beat me to the crest, and I wasn't close enough to join her. When she came, she froze, and I was afraid she'd drop me, so I lowered my feet to the floor, feeling the shaft spasm within me as her orgasm gripped her. But her face softened with pleasure, and soon enough she was moving me again.
My breasts were squashed to Michelle's, rolling against them as we moved. I wanted to take hers into my mouth, but that wouldn't be possible here. I promised myself I'd take her to bed one more time before I left.
And then I started to pant. Michelle slammed harder against me, sensing that I was close to the edge, and a few rapid heartbeats later my climax tore into me. I whimpered into my partner's mouth as pulsing excitement filled me. My body writhed against her, and my moans seemed to excite her, as our kiss deepened, her tongue flicking against mine, lips and teeth moving against my lips, finding my tongue, suckling... Even after the erotic contractions faded, our kiss seemed to have reached a new level of intimacy.
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Michelle dumped the strapless strap-on in a corner of the shower, to deal with cleanup later. For myself, I was resting my backside on the ledge, my breathing still not slowed to normal. When she turned off the shower, I moved up to her, pressed her against the wall and kissed her until she groaned. Her odd reticence seemed to have faded with the excitement of using the toy.
