Hot Secrets (6 page)

Physically, Rebecca isn’t what I
pictured a trainer to be. For some reas
on, I’d always thought of
trainers as slight
ly
older versions of the coolest kids in high school, the football captain and
the head cheerleader. Rebecca is fit, but short. She’
s half-Mexican and every now and t
hen a trace of an accent invades
her speech. Sh
e wears
her hair in a short bob, pinned at the side
s with barrettes when she works
out. Her skin, eyes and hair
are all very dark. She has
the firm body of one who works out, eats right, and has not yet had children.

“Can I help you with something?” she
asks and I realize I’m
staring at her.

“I’m sorry,” I say. I begi
n shampooing my hair. “I was just admiring your pre-baby physique and feeling a bit nostalgic fo
r my own.” I instinctively move
a
hand to cover my middle
.

“
I’m telling you, you look great
,”
says
Rebecca, “
and
I’ll
have you in perfect
shape in no time.”

“How’s Greg?” I ask
.

“He’s okay.”

“Just okay?”
They’ve
been dating for almost
two years. While Rebecca closes her eyes and rinses her hair, I steal a
glance at the water running off her breasts and down her belly. Drop
s of water catch the light and sparkle
in her pubic hair.

“Here’s the thing,” she says
. “I love him, he’s funny, he’s smart, he’s kind,
he’s
hot. He’s everything wonderful except for one tiny thing.”

“What’s that?”

“The bedroom.”

“Uh oh.
He doesn’t want to or he can’t?”

“He wants to and he can, but when we’re naked together, we become the two clumsiest, most uncoordinated people on the planet. I mean, it’s almost funny, but it’s also frustrating.”

“Okay, I don’t want to sound like the old married woman speaking from experience, but that’s what I am, so here goes. All of that will change over time. The sex you have now won’t hold a candle to the sex you’ll have five years from now. As time goes on, you’ll learn how to move together, and it will just get better and better, I promise. All you have to commit to is that you’ll both keep trying.”

We finish showering and I si
t
down on the shower bench. I keep thinking that Rebecca i
s going to
turn the water off, but she does
n’t.

“Thanks, I feel better already.”

“And if you’re frustrated in the meantime, just take care of yourself.”

“I do,” she says
. “Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a little help.”

She joins me on the bench and w
e sit for another moment under the water. We have every reason in the world to turn off the shower, get dressed and get on with the day. Instead we sit, unmoving. I feel myself blush from the weight of the silence. I’m still flushed from the workout, so the rush of color to my chest and cheeks is hidden. Finally, I speak, despite the fear that I might be misreading the situation.

“Is there something else you’re trying to ask me, Rebecca?”

“Well, it’s just the two of us here,” she says. We’re still sitting side by side. Her fingers brush against my leg.

“What do you mean?” I know what she means, but I want
to hear her say it.
I need to hear her say it.
I’ve fantasized about Rebecca before. My pulse quickens at the notion that my fantasy is hovering on the cusp of reality.

“Sometimes there’s a perfect opportunity for two people to
please each other. From the second we got into this shower, and the second I saw you staring at me, I started to think maybe this was that type of opportunity.”

“It could be,” I admit. I can tell that despite her words, she wants me to instigate the first act of touch. I reach a hand out and trace
along her neck and over her collarbone.
“
Rebecca?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to kiss me?” I ask, still stroking her collarbone.

“I do,” she says, but she’s tentative
. “Maybe we could just try that and see how it goes.”

“Okay,” I agree. “We can go
slow
if you want.”

Rebecca leans
in with
barely parted lips
.
I do the same. Our mouths brush one another, soft and light at first. I feel the heat of her breath
. I don’t want to scare her. While I know she wants this, I can also tell that she needs to be guided. I kiss her lightly on the cheek, then the corner of her mouth, and finally the center of her lips. She kisses me back, coming in a second time with her mouth open a little wider. I kiss her again, this time letting the tip of my tongue move gently to hers. Her mouth is
soft and hot.
With our mouths still gently exploring each other, I take her hands and stand her up, then step in closer until I can feel
her hard nipples brush up against my own.
She tenses at the touch before relaxing into it.

I move
my hands up and down over her hips.
She kisses me fully and deeply in response. Her breasts are pressed against
mine,
her tongue is in my mouth. My pussy is tingling with the want of touch.

Stepping back so that our lips are an inch apart, I speak in a whisper. “Do you want me to help you
?” I ask.
“Because I want to help you.
If you want to take this further, I can give you what you want.”

She leans in and runs her tongue along the inside of my upper lip before answering. “Yes,” she says. “I want to.”

“Good,” I smile. “Put your leg up here.” I motion to the bench and guide her left leg on the bench while the right stays planted on the floor. I crouch to my knees and bring
my mouth to her pussy, breathing on it heavily but stayi
ng just out of reach. She moans
a l
ittle. With one finger I tickle her inner thigh, sweeping
lig
htly back and forth. As water ru
n
s over us, I move
my open mouth closer and in to gently put pressure on the
top of her
slit. Extending my to
ngue, I ru
n it up the l
ength of her pussy,
then
pause to circle her clit. I do
this again
, licking up to her clit, but with more pressure this time. I find a rhythm to the motion until I’m steadily
lapping at her, t
asting as much of her as I can
, drinking her
in with falling water. I settle
in to just circling her
clit with my tongue, and reach for
her sham
poo bottle. It is
perfectly shaped, long and smaller at the top, widening into a big
ger base at the bottom. I want
to fuck her with it.

“I think I know why you bu
y this brand of shampoo,” I say
.

“Yes,
” she whispers back. “I
t’s my dirty little secret.”

“You’re going to have a new dirty little secret now.”

Rebecca giggles nervously, but briefly, stopping as soon as I ru
n my th
umb around her clit and brush
the tip of the shampoo bottle along her cunt for a moment before putting it an inch inside.

“Oh,” she moans, then covers her mouth and looks
nervously around.

“
They can’t hear us,” I reassure her. I move
the bottle an
inch deeper inside her and add
a little more pressure to her clit. The bottle slid
es in and out easy, she’
s slick and ready for it. “I’m going to fuck
you a little harder now,” I say
.

“I think I’m going to come.”

“I know
you’re going to come.” I force the bottle in and move
it from side to side for a moment before sliding it back out and
repeating the motion. She takes
almost the whole thing and I have
to hold it at the ve
ry base to keep my grip. I move
my
hand from her clit and replace
it with my mouth, sucking on it. I thrust the bottle in again and again
and suck
harder.
Her hand finds the back of my head, pressing my face into her crotch.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “I’m coming.”

She co
me
s silently, but I kno
w
not just from her words, but also
from the wa
y her muscles tense and pulse
, an
d a small flood of liquid pours
from her, covering the bottle and my hand.
I remove the bottle and hold my mouth still against her cunt until she comes down. She’s still breathing hard as I stand and cup her pussy with my palm. She blinks water from her eyes and smiles at me.

“It’s a good thing we’re
already in the shower,” she says, still catching her breath. “S
it down.”

Part of me feels that I should
protest,
insist that this is just for her, that she doesn’t have to return the favor. But there’s another part of me, slick and wet and hot, that really wants to have a turn. I si
t on the ed
ge of the bench and she crouches
down in front of me, spreading my knees and legs wide.

“I have a confession,” she says
. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ll know what to do
, and believe me, it won’t take much
. Just
do
what you think would feel good to you.”

She i
s tentative at first, delicately flicking
out her tongue
. After a few gentle
tastes, she grows brave, licking deeper and longer. Inside of a minute she completely buries
her face in my crotch, like she
’s hungry and needs
more.

“Oh yeah,” I say
. “I thin
k you figured it out.” I watch
her eat me in
a frenzy
.
The visual image of
her fuck
ing
me with her tongue is as exciting as
the actual physical sensation of it.
She loops
her arms up and around my thighs, pulling
me in closer to her face. Her tongue pushes in and out as she moves
a hand up to
my clit and squeezes
it just on the border bet
ween pleasure and pain. I rock
forward to meet her and we move
in sync with one another
, in a motion indicative of two bodies that have reached an understanding. She squeezes
my clit ag
ain and her tongue circles inside of me. I feel
my body erupt into a light sweat, despi
te the shower that still rains down upon us. I watch
her hand on my clit, her face di
gging in deep for more. Tiny shock waves begin in my head and sweep down through my chest and torso and into my cunt.

“Now suck my clit,” I command. She does, switching her mouth and hand, sucking my clit and pushing her hand up hard inside my pussy. The shock waves intensify and I co
me in shudders and moans, rocking into her.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Fuck yeah.”

She
leans back but stays
on her knees, watching my pussy contract and release.
She’s fascinated and studies my orgasm. My body melts into calm. “Did you like it?” I ask.

“
Yeah,” she says. “I can’t believe how much I liked it. Did I do it right?”

“What do you think?”

She smiles and blushes. We rinse
ourselves off one more ti
me. Wrapped in towels, we open
the shower door to find one of the swim
ladies shuffling by. She looks
at us with narrow eyes. “And you people complain that
we
take a long time,” she huffs. Rebecca and I giggle and walk
to our lockers.

We dress and dr
y our hair without words
, no
t quite sure what to say. I use
a flat iron while she put
s on makeup. She finishes before I do and turns
to look me in the eye.