The sun was high in the sky when I awoke the morning after Jennifer and I had discovered our feelings for each other. I thought that perhaps it had all been a beautiful dream but there was too much evidence to the contrary. The way my body still hummed at the slightest touch to my nipples. The pair of panties on the floor that smelled of raw sex...the pile of packages that lay, unopened on the couch.
There was one thing missing. Jennifer. At some time during the night or early in the morning, she had slipped out of the house. I sat in my recliner, with my knees pulled to my chest. So many mixed emotions swirled in my head that I thought I was going to have an emotional crisis.
There was the emptiness in my arms, where Jennifer had felt so good. There was the lingering confusion of what course my sexuality was going to take now. No more did I doubt my longing for a woman's touch, but what would happen when I met a man that stirred me deep in my core. Then there was Jennifer. What would she ask of me now and what would I ask of her. She had alluded to showing me more of the Sapphic skills but how far did she go? I had read some Sapphic novels that almost frightened me with the intensity of their actions. I wanted no part of that.
With a sigh, I rose from the chair to start my day. As I showered, I envisioned Jennifer mewling in passion as I bathed her. It didn't help a bit to take away the longing that ate at me.
When I left the shower, the phone was ringing. I walked to the nightstand, still naked, to answer it.
"Hi Sherri, it's Jennifer."
Funny how four words could make me weak inside.
"Hey Jenn, you disappeared on me."
"Yeah, sweetie, I had to be here to take some phone calls this morning. I just wanted to make sure you were alright and let you know why I left. Do the new things fit all right?"
"I wouldn't have any idea yet," I said.
"Why is that," she asked.
"Because I'm still naked. I just got out of the shower."
"Of fuck, Sherri, you didn't need to tell me that."
"I didn't do it to tease you, Jenn."
"Wait a minute," she said. She put the phone down for a few seconds and she was giggling when she came back.
"What's so funny," I wondered.
"Now we're both naked."
"Oh my god, Jenn, stop teasing me."
"You started it," she said, giggling some more. "If you really want me to tease you, ask me what my fingers are doing right now."
"Stop it, damn it," I said. "Of fuck, Jenn, you're going to make me crazy"
"That's the plan. Have you started doing what you think I'm doing yet?
I didn't answer, I didn't have to. The moan that slipped from my lips was all the answer she needed.
"Race you to an orgasm," she said.
"You'd better hurry," I replied, groaning, my fingers battering my still sensitive clit.
I don't know who cried out first. I was too busy staying upright since my knees had decided to get weak on me.
"I've gotta go," she said, obviously out of breath. "I've got another call coming and I'm too weak to take it."
I never got the chance to reply, but it didn't matter. I dropped to the bed, my chest heaving.
It was nearly an hour before I went in to clean myself up before slipping into a pair of panties. I grabbed a robe, but threw it on the chair as I left the bedroom.
"What's the point?" I said, to no one in particular.
I was a mess. I tried on the clothes, but they all fit fine, and later, I sat in the living room, tears sliding down my face. It just made matters worse. Were they tears of joy, or tears of confusion, worry, or what? I should have been jumping up and down with joy, but the doubts refused to go away.
I put the clothes In the laundry room, and opened the case of clay. My intent was to focus on my sculpture but the drawing I was basing the piece on, of Jennifer, of course, kept coming to life on me. I not only saw her, I heard her voice, felt her lips on mine and her body next to me. This was not going to work if I didn't work things out in my mind. I had to either come to grips or go home just to get away from her and the situation I found myself in.
The phone rang again but my hands were covered with wet clay so I let the machine take it.
"Sherri, It's Jenn, are you there? Oh damn, never mind."
I did some deep breathing exercises and finally got enough composure to begin forming the piece. She'd been right about the clay. The difference was amazing. Of course, the subject matter had something to do with it, but it was so smooth and sensual in my hands, I almost felt like I was molding her flesh between my fingers.
As it is with most of my working sessions, I became engrossed in my work, so I never heard her come in. It wasn't until I felt her naked body against me, her hot breath on my shoulder,that I knew.
"Oh my god Jenn, you scared me to death."
"Are you accustomed to allowing naked women sneak up on you like that?"
"Only a select few," I said.
"Do you always work in the nude?" she asked.
I shrugged and forced myself to finish the initial shaping. Then I turned to look at her;
"Holy shit, Jenn, you're all covered with clay."
"Where? I was snuggling your bare back," she said.
"Right here, and here, and here, and here," I said, as I touched her nipples, her chin and her navel.
"Why you bitch," she yelled, laughing like crazy. ""How the hell do I get that shit off?"
"You have to use body erase," I told her.
"What the hell is that?"
"I'll show you," I replied, pulling her against me to rub my clay covered torso and breasts into her."
"It's not working," she said,
"You're supposed to be lying down when you use it," I said, pushing her down to the plastic covered floor. "You can't use your hands, just body parts and you have to rub them together a lot."
Do I need draw you a picture of that? Stomach to stomach, breast to breast, we slid against each other, laughing like silly teenagers as we did it. It was like a hands-on wrestling match, trying to see who could smear the most clay into the best places. It was so erotic that we began to moan in unison.
"Pull your knees up," I said.
"Why?" she asked, her eyes just glistening with erotic excitement.
"Just do it, please...for me?"
She pulled her knees high over her chest so I could grind my wet pussy into hers. It didn't take much of that to bring us both off in a crescendo of orgasmic cries and four letter words that left us worn out.
I collapsed on top of her, showering her with kisses. We rolled around the floor, moaning and mewling until the glow subsided. Unfortunately, the plastic floor cover was not nearly enough to cover our play area and now, I had clay in my carpeting. I didn't care. Jennifer was back.
We started giggling as we looked at each other, smearing cum and clay together over each other's bodies.
"Ok, ok,"she finally yelled in surrender. "This is fun, but I've got clay in my pussy and everywhere else and when that shit starts to dry, it's not going to be fun and games."
"I suppose I should offer my services to clean you up," I said, "since it's my clay that wound up in your pussy."
"It's going to take a team effort," she replied.
We went into the shower and while she started the water, I gathered the body wash that I use to remove it from my body, some bath sponges, and body oil, since the clay tends to draw the moisture from your skin.
We washed each other's hair twice, since that's the most difficult place to clean clay from. We bathed each other, tenderly. making sure not to rub too hard on tender flesh, until no clay was seen.
"Time to move to our secret places," she said. Bending me over, she lathered up my vulva and began probing into me, knowing that there was no clay there to be removed. I began mewling , and had to lean against the shower wall, but she insisted that she could still see bits of clay inside. When my knees begin to weaken, she took the telephone shower in her hand, turned the adjustment to power wash and began to blast the soap off. Of course, the way my clit was being battered by the harsh spray, it was no time at all before I slumped against the wall, shaking all over.
