The water cascaded down Rachel's body as she soaped herself with the big fluffy. Her well-toned body would make any man's mouth water, although like most women, Rachel mainly saw the flaws.
She thought her breasts were a little too big for her smallish frame, although she had to admit that she'd rather be too big than too small. She thought her hips were too big too, but there was no mistaking that she was woman. Her boyfriend, Mark, made it clear that he liked her curves, and she almost believed him.
Rachel had been in the shower for a while, reveling in the feel of the hot spray on her skin. With the basics out of the way, she concentrated on those more personal areas.
She discarded the fluffy. The places that needed cleaning now did not take kindly to the rough, scratchy texture of the fluffy. No, her hands were the right tools for this job.
She picked up a bar of moisturizing soap and rubbed it between her hands to lather them up. Replacing the bar in the soap dish, she placed her left foot on the shower seat and spread her legs to allow access to her most intimate places.
Rachel ran her soapy hands over her pubic area briskly, getting it nice and clean. She flinched slightly at her tenderness down there.
"Oooh. Just a tad on the tender side," she thought. She didn't have to wonder why.
Last night, after a dinner in which they had teased each other unmercifully, Rachel's boyfriend had brought her back to her apartment where he had taken her roughly from behind, pressing her against the wall. He hadn't even removed their clothes. Instead he had just lifted her dress over her ass, dropped his pants and ravaged her needy cunt.
Not that Rachel minded. She liked it a little rough, and she also liked knowing that she had been well-fucked.
Just the thought of how Mark had taken her brought a new moistness to her cleft, and Rachel considered a little self-gratification before her best friend, Kristen, arrived for dinner.
"No," she decided. "I think I'll save that for later," she thought mischievously.
She finished rinsing and shut off the shower. She grabbed a bottle of baby oil and immediately applied it to her entire body to keep it moisturized. After patting herself dry, she threw on her robe and went to the kitchen for a glass of wine.
Back in the bathroom, she combed out her straight mid-length auburn hair and began the tedious process of getting ready for the evening. Rachel hated those women who "didn't need make-up."
Although she never would have agreed, Rachel would have been considered beautiful without make-up, but like most women, she looked even better with it. Frankly, most people considered Rachel as gorgeous, not that Rachel saw herself that way, a fact that probably made her even more attractive. No one really likes a person who's good-looking and knows it.
***
A few miles away, Kristen was standing at the foot of her bed trying to decide what to wear for her dinner with Rachel. She had a half-dozen outfits laid out on the bed, and she couldn't decide.
"This is ridiculous," Kristen thought. "I'm just having dinner with a friend."
But it is a well-known fact that women dress for other women and undress for men, and tonight, Kristen was definitely dressing for Rachel.
Kristen wasn't exactly sure why it was so important to her that she look good tonight. There was a lot of confusion running through her head after her early-morning video chat session with Rachel.
Kristen had gone online to relieve a little sexual tension built up from her husband being out of town. After achieving her orgasm, she had received an invitation from Rachel to chat.
Rachel had proceeded to tell Kristen about the steamy sex she and Mark had had at the restaurant and after they returned to Rachel's apartment. Kristen had gotten so turned on as Rachel told the story that she brought herself to a second orgasm right there during the video chat!
Kristen was horrified by what she had done, but Rachel had assured her that she had nothing to be ashamed of.
Kristen picked up one of the outfits from the bed and held it up to her body. The one she selected was a short blue-jean skirt and white T-shirt that stopped a couple of inches from the waistline of the skirt. Her bare midriff was accented by a sun tattoo that circled her navel, which was pierced. The skirt rode pretty low on her hips, but she didn't have to worry because she kept herself trimmed "down there." Besides, it really showed off her toned abs.
Reaching into her dresser, she withdrew a satiny white bra and a matching white thong. She didn't really need the bra. Her surgically enhanced breasts were still quite firm and hung perfectly, but Kristen wasn't the kind of girl who went out without a bra on.
She put on the shirt and skirt and assessed her look in the full-length mirror. She had short, spiky blonde hair that emphasized her long neck. You could tell by the sculpting of her arms and legs that she lifted weights regularly. On a less voluptuous woman, the spiky hair and sculpted body would have made her look at best dykish and at worst masculine, but on Kristen, it just looked good.
At 5'10" she was tall for a woman, and she weighed 135 pounds, but there was very little fat on her. It was almost all muscle, built up during hours in the gym.
Satisfied with her appearance, Kristen picked out a sterling silver choker, silver rings and an ankle bracelet to complement the outfit. She debated whether to wear large hoop earrings, but decided they looked too trampy, opting instead for some silver drops with light-colored lapis stones dangling at the end. A silver circle chain belt completed the look, its metal links hanging down nearly to the hem of her skirt. It jangled when she walked.
***
It was 6:15 p.m., and Kristen would be arriving soon, Rachel realized. Suddenly she had butterflies in her stomach.
"What's going on?" she wondered. "You're acting like you're having a date. It's just Kristen coming over."
Rachel was in her kitchen preparing dinner. The gourmet cook was enrolled in culinary school and was thriving in her coursework. After working as a chef for someone for a few years, she hoped to open her own restaurant. Tonight, she was going to try out one of her newest creations on Kristen.
Rachel had to be careful about the menu, though, because Kristen was a fanatic about her eating habits. After years of being overweight, Kristen managed to shed the pounds and was determined not to go back down the path of unhealthy eating.
Rachel actually appreciated that, since it was she, as Kristen's personal trainer, who had helped the woman emerge from her plump cocoon to become the beautiful, sexy woman she now knew. Besides, Rachel liked the challenge of cooking tasty gourmet dinners that were also healthy. In fact, she thought there might be a market for a restaurant that provided exceptional food that was not only good, but also good for you.
At 6:30 p.m., Rachel mixed up a batch of her famous frozen margaritas. While Kristen watched her calories, she didn't mind a drink or two ... or three. She would just have to spend a little extra time in the gym to reduce the effects. Tonight, Rachel enhanced her usual recipe with a touch of 151-proof grain alcohol. She had learned the secret of grain alcohol from one of her classmates, who told her it wouldn't alter the taste, but it would certainly alter the wallop the drink packed, and Rachel had her own reasons for wanting to loosen both hers and Kristen's inhibitions tonight.
The doorbell to her apartment rang, and Rachel carried Kristen's drink to the door to answer it. It was one of their little jokes to greet each other at the door with a drink waiting for them.
Rachel opened the door for her friend, and her jaw dropped when she saw her.
"God!" Rachel said huskily. "You look hot!" She pretended to fan herself with her hand to cool herself off.
