Nothing else happened between Nikki and I. For three weeks that is. Until I was at her house. We had spent the afternoon in her father's swimming pool, cavorting in our bikinis. My deep red was a contrast to Nikki's pale yellow outfit. Her father looked like he was in heaven.
Our intention was to visit the cinema later and we returned to Nikki's room to get ready. Although she told me to use the shower first, she immediately removed her top, then peeled off her brief bottoms. I stood transfixed. My mind went back to our hotel room in London when I had imagined us standing in front of each other, naked and masturbating with total abandon.
My eyes were drawn to her body. Her smooth tanned skin and her full, jutting breasts with their erect brown nipples took my breath away. I had seen her naked before, obviously. But somehow, today was different. I knew she was watching me but could not help myself. My gaze fell to her swollen, glistening sex with the nub of her clit standing out proudly underneath her thick curls.
Nikki seemed on the verge of speaking but in my nervousness, I headed straight into the bathroom. The image of her stunning body remained at the front of my mind as I showered. So did the recollection of our separate masturbation sessions in the hotel.
It was all I could do to stop bringing myself off there and then. Only the thought of Nikki being on the other side of the door stopped me.
When I emerged, I was wrapped only in a soft, white towel. Nikki was on her bed. Still naked. She sat up, her back against her pillow. But it was the way her hands gripped the iron rung on the headboard behind her that was most tantalising. It was as if she was tied there, ready for my delectation. I wondered if she could hear the thumping in my chest?
Her eyes were trained on mine and she gave a smile at the same time as slightly easing her legs apart. The movement was almost imperceptible, but we both knew it was there. The thumping increased.
"Sit here a moment," she said.
It was her eyes that indicated where 'here' was. Her hands stayed behind her on the rigid bar. I sat beside her on the bed. Her breasts were moving in time with her faster than normal breathing. That was so erotic. Her erect nipples were even more so and I could feel my wetness.
"We need to talk about this," she said. Her voice was hoarse.
"About what?" I asked. I could hardly get the words out.
"London."
"What about London?" I needed to ask the question just so I didn't misunderstand her. But we both knew what she was referring to.
"You masturbated," she softly said. Her eyes remained trained on mine.
"So did you," I immediately responded. I instantly realised my reaction was defensive.
"I know. I do it regularly. But that was the first time I've done it in front of someone."
I didn't immediately reply and the silence was deafening.
"Same here," I eventually croaked.
"It was marvellous, wasn't it?" she asked. Her eyes were glinting now. Full of arousal.
I couldn't bring myself to speak and instead just nodded my head.
"You made me cum in the bathroom."
I nodded again. "I know."
"What are we going to do?" she asked. She raised her eyebrow as she spoke.
"I don't know," I simply replied.
Nikki's eyes gleamed and this time the movement as she edged her legs a little wider was deliberate. She looked down at her soft brown curls, knowing my gaze would follow hers. Her gaze darted back to mine, catching me out in the act.
"Rach, I've thought of nothing else since we came back. I dream of that night. I fantasise about it. I'm constantly horny now and whenever I get myself off, it's to thoughts of you. Does that disappoint you?"
