We lay in bed, holding each other under the warm blanket. Over the past few weeks, Jenna, my new girlfriend and roommate, had opened my eyes to a whole new world of sexuality I could never even have imagined.
Every day with Jenna was a new adventure, and while I loved it, I was still coming to terms with being in a relationship with another girl. It wasn't exactly what I pictured happening when my parents forced me to live in the Chabad House during my freshman year of college. While the goal was to keep me close to my Jewish heritage, living with Jenna helped me embrace a side of myself that I had long denied.
Jenna and I made love every second we could. We experimented with toys and different positions and even hooked up in public once. Yet, there was one thing that kept nagging at the back of my mind.
"So, are you ever going to tell me why you own a latex catsuit?" I blurted out one night in bed.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me about that," Jenna replied.
"So?" I said while poking her in the belly.
Jenna smiled and giggled loudly. Her laugh was infectious, and I needed more of it. I tickled her relentlessly until she finally begged me to stop.
"I'll stop when you tell me your dirty little kinky secret," I teased.
"Okay. Okay. I relent, just be ready to be shocked," Jenna exclaimed.
I pulled her close, kissed her soft lips, and awaited her explanation.
"I went to a fetish party in the city last summer," she explained.
"Go on," I said, intrigued.
"Well, I had found out about it from an online forum that I frequent. I don't know why, but I have always been turned on by latex and the idea of tight, form-fitting clothes. Obviously, with the way we grew up, I couldn't dress like that, but since college, I have tried to wear as form-fitting clothes as I could get away with, and latex is the ultimate form of that," she admitted.
"I can't imagine. Did you go alone? What was it like? Oh my god, I have so many questions!" I rambled on.
"Someone is excited," Jenna laughed.
"I'll show you excited," I hissed.
I jumped on top of Jenna, holding her arms above her head, and frantically kissed her. Images of Jenna in a skintight latex catsuit, surrounded by a room of strangers in latex, filled my mind, making me quiver with excitement.
"Tell me more," I demanded.
"It was a lot to take in at first. All the women were wearing latex outfits of different types. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Eventually, this couple who I had befriended on the forum showed up, and the three of us danced the night away," Jenna said.
"Is that it? Why do I have a feeling more happened?" I remarked.
Jenna kissed me deeply; her delicate lips melted into mine while our tongues battled in her mouth. I could feel her nipples rubbing into me as her knee ground into my increasingly wet pussy.
She pulled away from me slowly, causing a string of saliva to pass between us.
"They invited me to join them in the playroom, and the three of us fucked," she shyly admitted.
"You had a threesome?" I said, shocked.
"Yes, and it was so much fun. He was really cute, and she was so wild," Jenna giggled wildly.
"What was it like? Was he also in latex?" I curiously wondered.
"No, he was in normal club clothes. She was also in a catsuit. The way our catsuits rubbed together when we had sex was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced. We fucked and sucked in every way you could imagine and then more. We actually gathered quite the audience by the time we were done," she laughed.
"Oh my god, I want to go to one of these parties," I shouted.
"Well, well, look at you. My innocent little girlfriend wants to get kinky. Someone has gotten corrupted," Jenna teased.
"Can I see you in your catsuit?" I innocently asked.
"Only if you would be willing to wear some latex too. I have a bodysuit that would look great on you," Jenna said.
I nervously shook my head yes, uncertain what I was getting myself into.
Jenna reached into her top drawer, pushed aside her clothes, and pulled out her catsuit, a bodysuit, a pair of leggings, and a bottle.
"What's in the bottle?" I asked.
"Lube. You need to spread it on your skin to make the latex go on easily. Otherwise, it's a hassle. Get undressed, and I'll show you," Jenna explained.
I did as she requested, stripping myself bare. My nipples hardened from the cool air, and I couldn't wait to put on the rubber-looking bodysuit.
Jenna undressed beside me. Her full breasts looked inviting, and I had to fight every instinct to not bend over and take her nipple into my mouth. Being with Jenna had hypercharged my sex drive, and it was getting increasingly harder to control. All I ever wanted to do was cum.
"Can you help rub the lube on my body? I'll do you after," Jenna requested.
I took the bottle of lube and splashed the slimy substance into my hands.
"Make sure not to miss any spot. Be very liberal with it," Jenna reminded me.
I kneeled down, starting by Jenna's strong calves, slowly, meticulously, working my way up her legs. I massaged her body as I spread the lube all over.
"That feels great, Steph," Jenna beamed.
Her encouragement excited me. I lived for her praise.
"Spread your legs," I commanded.
I splashed more lube into my hands before rubbing the lube all over Jenna's pussy mound. Jenna's vulva looked swollen, and her lips flowered the more I touched her. I moved my hands over her tight ass, massaging it, before spanking her hard and moving on.
"Bad girl," she sneered at me.
I continued to rub the lubricant into her toned back, allowing my hands to gently graze her side boob.
"Turn around," I ordered.
Jenna spun around, our eyes meeting as we smiled at each other. I reached out, cupping her full tits into my tiny hands. I worshipped her breasts, taking my time to savor their heaviness.
My girlfriend pushed her chest into my palms, her way to tell me she was enjoying my manipulations. I pinched her nipples between my slick fingers, twisting them slightly before grazing the underside of her tits.
"That feels so good, honey," Jenna moaned.
I had her right where I wanted her. I spread the lube over the rest of her torso, preparing her body for the catsuit.
Jenna was on fire, and I knew she couldn't wait to dress for me and put on a show.
"Sit down," she said, pushing me onto my bed.
From across the room, she sat in her desk chair, stuck out her leg, and pointed her toes. Jenna rolled one leg of her catsuit up, wiggling it carefully up her leg. She then repeated the process on her other leg. The sound of latex snapping filled my ears, causing my pulse to quicken.
With her legs covered, she shimmed the catsuit up her hips. Bending forward, she slid her hands into the arms of the latex suit, pulling it up over her chest as she stood.
Jenna reached into the drawer of her desk, pulling out a rod with a hook on the end. She reached backward, hooking the catsuit's zipper, and pulled up towards the ceiling. A loud zip echoed throughout the room. I stared at my love, now fully encased in her latex catsuit.
The catsuit was snugger than I had pictured. It was as if Jenna had put on a second skin. There was nothing left to the imagination.
"Now the polish," Jenna purred.
She shook lube into a white cloth and rubbed it all over her outfit. After a few minutes, my girlfriend shone like the brightest star in the sky. She applied black lipstick to her pouty lips, completing the look.
"Wow!" Was all I could muster.
Jenna didn't wait for any more of a reaction. She sauntered over to me and began applying lubricant all over my trembling body. While I had taken my time to tease and playfully apply the lube on her, Jenna was in no mood for games.
Her eyes were glassy with lust as she pawed at my body, making it glisten with every touch.
I had never seen Jenna this aroused before, and it both turned me on and scared me. I gave my body over to her and let her do what she needed to prepare me for my first time in latex.
She kneaded my tits, pulling at my nipples as she did so.
"God, Jenna, baby," I moaned.
Yet, despite my whimpering, Jenna continued to apply the lube without commenting.
Several minutes later, she shouted, "Spread your legs!"
I was shocked by the tenor of her voice but eagerly exposed my soaked pussy to her.
"Mine," she uttered, her slick hands covering my quivering skin.
Once my torso and crotch were completely lubed, Jenna slipped the cold, rubbery material over my head and down my body. She zipped the crotch closed, making the bodysuit attach to my skin like no other clothes had before.
Jenna applied a bit more lube onto my legs. Inch by inch, she wormed the leggings up my calves and thighs.
Like she did for herself, she smeared black lipstick across my lips, making me a mirror image of her.
Except for the top of my thighs, I was now covered almost neck to toe in latex.
The latex was tight, so tight that it was a little hard to breathe. I could feel it stretching and moving across my skin, almost as if it were alive. The longer I wore the bodysuit, the more I felt myself morphing into a different person. I felt empowered in a way I never had before. Yet despite feeling powerful, all I desired at that moment was to give myself over to my girlfriend. I needed to submit to her will. I needed to please her and let her know I was hers to do as she wanted.
