Further escapades of the college housemates introduced in the previous Rare Events stories, in which our narrator experiences an unanticipated first. Hopefully this installment stands on its own, but the characters and backstory are expanded in previous installments. All characters are of consenting age.
Leah popped into the bathroom, towel in hand, just as I was about to start the shower.
"Oh, sorry Jen, I didn't know you were in here, I'll come back."
"No worries!"
She turned to leave as I started the water.
"But Leah? You're welcome to come in with me! We can catch up!"
Our house is a very, very, very nice (old) house, typical college town fare, shared by the four of us girls on the second floor, and two guys on the top floor ("the attic"). The only challenging thing about the house is that we girls share the one bathroom on the floor. Fortunately, it is quite spacious, and over our two years together it had become a sort of communal space. It has a great big shower with a nice, detachable shower head. My closest friend and housemate Kate and I had often shared shower time because otherwise we might not get to talk for days; sometimes it was the only way to keep up on the latest. We'd both been high school cheerleaders and I suppose we were just used to sharing gym shower time with the girls. But I'd never shared one with Leah.
"Well, you're sure you don't mind? I do have to get around this evening..."
"Of course not! So, what's going on tonight, Leah?"
I stuck my hand in to check the water.
"A little pride party. Getting together with some friends at L'il Deb's. Some of us are graduating and this is really our last chance to get together before the end of the year."
Leah had trepidatiously tip-toed out of the closet shortly after we moved into the house, but over the last two years she'd gotten comfortable with herself, developed a circle of like-minded friends, and seemed happy these days.
"I know. I can't believe it's almost over. So many people I'm going to miss! Starting with my fantastic housemates. These last two years with you guys have been great. We
must
keep in touch; it's been too much fun to let it go! I've hardly seen Melissa this semester as it is! We need to compare notes since we're all headed for different law schools. We should really have a get-together before we all leave, just the four of us."
The water had gotten warm, so I peeled off my t-shirt and yoga pants and stepped in with my washcloth. Leah followed, and we shared the shower wand to soak ourselves. I took a good look at her while she was under the water. She's very attractive woman: I'm 5'3" and she's a little taller than me, a bit tomboyish, nice little butt on a slim, lithe body, perky smaller breasts with pointy pink nipples. She has a cute, freckled face with a pale complexion, framed by short, straight blond hair and fronted by a mischievous smile. And, I noticed, trimmed but not bare down below.
She was quiet when we first moved into the house, but as we got to know each other, she let loose her fun spirit and wicked wit. After wetting my hair, I grabbed my shampoo and squirted a big dollop on my hand to start that Sunday night ritual, working it into a lather.
"Yeah, Mel's practically living with her fiancé these days. But you're right, Jen! I'm in, we really should! Let's do it!
'All right! We'll work on it!"
"Do you mind if I try a little of that shampoo, Jen?"
"No, help yourself to whatever you like."
"What are you up to this evening, Jen?"
"Nothing! Studying. Hanging out and trying to recuperate from the last two days!"
Yes, there was a certain amount of partying involved in all the farewells.
"Hooking up with Dan tonight?"
I chuckled at that. Leah had caught me sneaking out of his room one morning a couple weeks ago. It's a long story, but the bottom line is that I wasn't supposed to be doing that. Our roommates Dan and Tom were not supposed to be hitting on us, that was the rule! The guys had behaved, but in the end both Kate and I had wound up...skirting the rules (see my earlier stories).
"No. He's in Boston for a few days, sorting out his housing and summer position before starting his graduate program in the Fall."
I'd really enjoyed my dalliance with Dan, but we were headed in different directions.
"Still seeing Emma? She going to be there tonight?"
I rinsed my hair and took a little more shampoo for a second round. While I was at it, I squirted some on Leah's palm.
"No...it's complicated. That was just a one-night thing. She's straight, maybe bi—she says she's just experimenting. I always seem to attract straight girls like her. She is fun though! It's hard for me to believe she's straight."
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know."
"No, it's okay. Evidently, I like having sex with straight girls."
We both laughed. I took it as a joke about her experiments with my bff Kate not long after she came out. Kate is straight but is always telling me she had fun with Leah. She and Leah are close, even though Leah's annoyed that Kate has been fucking Tom, our other off-limits housemate. Another silly story.
We rinsed again and I massaged conditioner into my hair, giving Leah some to try too, then squirted body wash on my chest and lathered myself as best I could, Leah watching.
"Here Leah, try this stuff."
I squirted some body wash onto the washcloth, watched while she got herself soapy, then motioned her to turn her back to me.
"I'll get your back."
Kate and I are in the habit of doing each other's back this way; a little TLC is always nice. She hesitated for a second before spinning around.
I took my time, scrubbing her up with the washcloth, from her neck to the bottom of her butt cheeks, spending some time on her nice shoulders.
"That feels nice! Thanks."
She has a firm little ass, as I discovered when I grabbed it and she squealed, which made me laugh.
"Turnabout's fair play!"
When she'd caught me sneaking down from Dan's room she had accepted my transgression with a hug—though only after I'd made clear I wasn't having sex with Tom—and surprised me by grabbing my butt with both hands.
"My turn now."
I gave her the washcloth and presented my back, and she took her time soaping me up and rubbing me down. She has a sensual touch.
"Just my luck. I'm living with two of the hottest women on campus and they're both straight. I love your tits, Jen."
I laughed when she reached around to grab them.
"I've always wanted to cop a feel. And your landing strip! I'm too lazy to do anything with my coochy besides a little trimming."
"I seek professional help with it."
She giggled at that. When she finished scrubbing, I reached for the wand and started rinsing her down. As she turned to face me, I noticed her chest and neck were flushed, and her face a little red. I thought she might have been embarrassed by what she did or said.
"It's ok, I don't mind if you call me hot."
She giggled again. Her striking pink nipples were standing tall as I rinsed her chest and the fronts of her legs. It occurred to me that maybe her flushing was something else, and I may have reddened a little too. I handed her the shower head and turned to let her rinse my back. She seemed to linger on my butt and legs before handing it back. After quickly finishing my more private bits I put the shower back on its mount so we could get under it together and rinse the conditioner out of our hair.
Not fully satisfied with the result, she took the wand down again to wash away the residual, slippery conditioner that clung to our bodies, spraying herself and using her off hand to rub it away, doing the same for me. She didn't shy from giving my breasts and butt the treatment as I watched her, smiling; pretty sure she did that for her own pleasure. Replacing the wand in its holder, she hugged me, pulling our bodies together, our naked breasts, hips and pubes touching, and I wrapped her in return, hands at the top of her ass.
"That was nice. Thanks for sharing, Jen. Now I understand why you and Kate spend so much time in the shower together."
We giggled, it was my turn to feel flushed, and I admit it wasn't solely embarrassment. I'm a woman who knows when I'm aroused, and I was feeling a bit aroused. Surprising to me because I've spent a lot of time with attractive women, including Kate for one, but didn't remember feeling anything like this. Perhaps seeing her looking at me with what I took for lust, apparently aroused, struck a chord in me too.
"It
was
nice! Maybe we'll get a chance to do it again before we're done and gone, Leah."
"I'd like that."
I shut the water off.
"Yes! And if you get bored with Dan you know where I am, you know I like straight girls..."
Maybe she saw a surprised look on my face, maybe she was afraid she was stepping over a line with a roommate and friend? I don't know, but she laughed it off and stepped back, turned to get out of the shower, drying and wrapping herself in a towel.
"I better go do my hair and get around or I'll be late. Thanks again Jen!"
"Have fun tonight. See you later!"
She left me pondering my physical reaction and the awkwardness I'd briefly felt. Honestly didn't remember any woman hitting on me before, or maybe I'm just completely oblivious. Reflecting on it I still felt a little turned on.
***
One lousy test left, and a meaningless one at that, in an elective that didn't matter, and next year long set. Still, I couldn't stand the thought of ending on a weak note, so had determined to spend a few hours reviewing and reading tonight. I slipped into pajama shorts and a sleeveless tee and set to work. At some point, a few hours later, I fell asleep on my bed surrounded by my books, lights still on. Probably hadn't been dozing long when a quiet knocking on the door startled me awake.
"Hello?"
A girl's voice answered, trying to keep low, almost whispering: "Jen? Are you awake?"
I was now. I got up and padded to the door.
"Leah, is that you? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I saw your light on and just wanted to..."
