She's With Me (5 page)

"Mmm. Yeah, I guess," said Meeka. "But it feels good."

"Good." Izzy turned on her side and put an arm around Meeka, who burrowed closer. The idea of going for a second round herself was... not tempting enough to overcome her desire not to move, not when she was so tired and this was so nice. She pulled the blanket over both of them instead, and kissed Meeka on the back of the neck. "Good night."

Meeka mumbled something that might have been
night
, but it was hard to be sure. Still in the clothes she'd worn to go clubbing, and with an armful of her naked and very satisfied best friend, Izzy fell asleep.

*~*~*

Meeka had to use the toilet. That was her first thought, and her second was that she didn't want to get out of bed because it was warm here under the blankets and she was naked. And then she looked across the bed and thought
oh God I finally got to fuck Izzy and now I've stolen her blankets.
Her next thought was
Izzy's never going to want to sleep with me again
and then
maybe she'll have to punish me,
and that got her warm enough to throw the blankets over Izzy and make a mad dash to the bathroom.

Cheer up
, she told herself.
At least this time when you wake up in some girl's bed after going clubbing, you know where everything is in the bathroom.
And seeing as how she did, a shower probably wouldn't be a bad idea. At minimum, it would put off any awkward conversations with Izzy. On the other hand, it might put off more great sex with Izzy, but... Meeka was still having trouble believing that had actually happened. It was just too much to wrap her head around at once.

Meeka stepped into the shower, sliding the scrunchies from her braids onto her wrist and combing her hair out with her fingers. There was less of it than there'd been the day before, and the turquoise streaks shone green in the yellow bathroom light. It was tangible proof that yesterday's events were real, a way that Izzy had changed her all around just because she'd wanted to. Meeka fiddled with the knob until the spray was needle-hot, grabbed the soap, and started washing. She lingered with the soap in the crook of her elbow. The marks of Izzy's scarf were gone now, but she remembered walking home with her arms bound up under her coat, not even thinking about who might notice, or about anything but Izzy walking next to her. She started washing further down, her soapy fingers drifting towards her clit almost on their own, when Izzy poked her head around the shower curtain.

"Getting the party started without me?" she said.

"Eep!" said Meeka, jumping, slipping, and barely catching herself on the soap dish in time to prevent a fall.

Izzy laughed. "You're super cute when you're startled. You bounce. Gimme half a minute. I'll join you in there—think you can hold it together that long?"

"Uh... yeah." And if Meeka was lobster-red, it was because the shower was hot. Definitely the shower.

Izzy stood on one foot and then the other to take off her socks, then pulled her shirt over her head. That was really interesting to watch, even through the small gap between the shower curtain and the wall. Had she really been going braless last night? And had Meeka really not noticed?—and no fair, there was no way Meeka could have gotten away with that. Izzy's breasts were on the small side, but they were really nicely shaped, with large dark areolas just starting to pucker up in the chilly air of the bathroom. Then Meeka forgot about washing entirely when Izzy started shimmying out of her pants. They were tight, so a lot of shimmying was required. Izzy had a trim waist and generous hips, and yeah, this part she'd seen already last night, but it was still mesmerizing.

Finally, Izzy shed the last of her clothes, pulled the curtain to one side—spraying everything in the bathroom in the process—and stepped into the shower with Meeka. "Damn, woman, that's hot!" she howled, and wrenched the knob over to the right.

"Ahh! Cold!" Meeka complained. Izzy got an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, maybe just to stop her from adjusting the water temperature, but Meeka melted into it anyway.

"Aw, poor baby," said Izzy. Still with an arm around Meeka's waist to stop her from getting away, she twisted one of Meeka's nipples—not enough to hurt much, but enough to make her squirm. "Not just happy to see me, then?"

"That, too," Meeka admitted.

"Mmm." Izzy licked Meeka's neck from the hollow of her throat up to her ear, then let go. "Here, I'll do your back. Put your hands against the wall; I don't want to see you fiddling with those dials."

"No fair," said Meeka, but did it. Now she was standing mostly outside the shower's spray. She started shivering. Then Izzy's hands were on her back, slick and soapy, kneading slow circles along her shoulder blades and spine. Meeka gasped, and not from the cold; she kept shivering, but the shivers were warmer. By the time Izzy took the showerhead off its hook and rinsed Meeka's back and legs, she had no complaints about the water temperature.

"Now," said Izzy, "I think you owe me an orgasm. You had two last night and I only had one—I ask you, is that fair?"

Meeka shrugged. "They were nice, though."

"You say the sweetest things." Izzy kissed her shoulder. "Now kneel and start licking."

Izzy also said—maybe not sweet things as such, but definitely things that made Meeka's belly tense and heat up, made Meeka want to do whatever she said. Finding enough room in the narrow tub to kneel, and positioning herself without slipping, was a bit of a challenge. Meeka braced her knees against the sides of the tub, keeping herself upright by holding onto Izzy's legs, and buried her face in Izzy's pussy.

The angle was awkward, and it tasted at least as much of water as of Izzy. Water kept getting up Meeka's nose, too, and she had to pull away every so often to get a proper breath. It was still really, really nice to be kneeling at Izzy's feet and licking her out, hearing Izzy's rapid breaths and feeling Izzy's hands clench on her shoulders, with the shower like hundreds of warm fingers playing on her back. And then one of Izzy's hands came off Meeka's shoulder, and the other one pushed down harder as Izzy leaned forward, and suddenly the water was cold, really cold this time, freezing. Meeka flinched, but there was no way to escape the cold except by burrowing further into Izzy. Even that didn't help much, but Izzy was warm and tasted really good, and maybe if Meeka did a good job she'd be bored of tormenting her for a while afterwards.

Luckily, it seemed that Izzy wasn't interested in prolonging things. She rocked her pussy hard against Meeka's mouth, meeting every lick with a thrust, her nails digging into Meeka's shoulders when she came. Then she slumped back against the wall, shaking, grinning, radiant.

"All right," said Izzy, "I'm going to actually shower, you grab a towel and go back to bed."

Meeka was out of the tub like a shot, banging her knee on the toilet in her rush to wrap herself up in a towel.

Izzy poked her head out from behind the shower curtain. "And don't hog the blankets this time!"

Meeka dried off, threw the towel over the back of the chair, and dived under the blankets. It was deliciously warm, and smelled like Izzy here, too. She meant to stay awake—Izzy wouldn't be long, and Meeka was looking forward to whatever was going to happen next—but she was so comfortable she drifted off. She only woke up when the sliding whistle of Izzy's phone let her know she had a text.

The phone was on Izzy's bedside table, within easy reach, and Meeka had never had much impulse control. The text was from Jake, the douchebag who'd stood Izzy up on Friday night.

change of plans

u want to go out tonight?

or stay in? ;)

Meeka's thumb hovered over the delete icon. On the one hand, that would be a kind of shitty way to thank him for the very nice thing he'd done for her. On the other hand, he was a kind of shitty guy. And over her shoulder... was Izzy's smirking face.

"Sorry," said Meeka, quickly handing over the phone.

Izzy sat down on the bed beside her. "Can't untie you for a minute, I swear." Meeka, blushing, tried to hide her face in the pillow, but Izzy said, "No, I want you to see this."

sorry

washing my hair tonight

and by washing my hair I mean making my hot lesbian friend wash my hair

also thats every night

Meeka shook her head. "You dumped your boyfriend via text. Damn, and I thought that shower was cold."

Izzy punched her in the thigh. "No, sleeping without blankets is cold, blanket hog. Anyway, Jake was never my boyfriend, just a friend with benefits. Except for the part where we weren't friends."

"And it looks like he just lost his benefits," said Meeka.

"What're you going to do." Izzy shrugged. "It's a tough economy all over."

Meeka grinned up at her. "And I'm your hot lesbian friend?"

"You know it," said Izzy.

Fin

When Vanessa Cardui was a little girl playing superheroes, she never tried very hard to escape from the clutches of the nefarious villain. Nowadays, she writes erotica and erotic romance with a wide-ranging interest in people tying other people up, hurting them, and generally making them submit to their most twisted desires. She also blogs at vanessa-cardui.tumblr.com, where you can find more of her writing, information about recent releases, occasional sexblogging, and her thoughts on dirty pictures.