by Rebecca Foxx
I reached into the shower and within seconds it was at the prefect temperature for me. I undid my bra and stepped out of my panties. I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror at the back of the door before stepping in the shower. I was in my mid-twenties and I was pretty pleased with my body. Not that it had attracted much attention recently.
My blond hair was bobbed and just touched my shoulders. I was a slim size eight, despite the fact that I pretty much ate what I wanted. My boobs, whilst not large, were well proportioned and my small but dark nipples still pointed in the right direction. Before I came out as a lesbian in my late teens I used to wax between my legs.
Now, I just undertake the occasional gardening duties with scissors. After all, it was months since anyone had been down there. I wondered if Chelsea knew she was about to share a bed with a lesbian. Perhaps I ought to say something.
The shower was as good as it looked. I was even tempted to have a little play when I aimed the jet of water at my pussy. It wouldn't have taken long, but I was aware that Chelsea would be back very soon. I dried myself, and grabbed the hotel gown hanging on the wall and stepped back into the room just as Chelsea stormed back in.
“Incompetent fools” she fumed “Forgot to add it to the key card” Chelsea completely ignored me standing with wet hair and walked over to the mini bar.
Thankfully, it clicked open this time and Chelsea grabbed a bottle of pre-mixed vodka and tonic in a bottle. “Want one?” Chelsea looked at me. “Oh, you have had a shower” I smiled back at Chelsea, trying to ignore the fact she continued to act like some kind of Diva. “I have had a shower, yes, and would love a beer please.” Chelsea threw me a can. I had to move quickly to my right to catch it, aware of my gown falling open as I caught it. “That was close” I laughed. Chelsea moved over to the window and looked out over Vegas. “So much to do, so little time” She announced.
I pulled on some panties under my gown and turned away from Chelsea as I put my bra on. I walked over to the wardrobe and slipped a still creased summer dress over my head. I never wear a lot of makeup, so within two minutes I had mascara and some gloss on. I dried my hair with the hotel hairdryer, and I was ready.
“What are we doing for food Chelsea?” She hadn’t moved from the window and looked deep in thought. She turned and looked surprised that I was standing there ready to go out. “I’m fine with anything Hon.” “Great. I’ll wait in the bar for you. We will find something”.
I picked up my bag and headed for the door. “Wait” Chelsea’s tone took me by surprise. It seemed more mellow somehow. “There is something you should know about me Katie”. I was intrigued and stopped by the door and stared at her “Go on, what is it?”. “The reason I was worried about having to share... Well… I am a lesbian”. I tried hard not to burst out laughing as I turned and walked out the room.
Ch. 3 – Chelsea
I had to tell Katie. It’s not like I am some monster that is going molest her in the middle of the night. She did have a fit little body though! No, I have done the right thing and put my cards on the table. The balls in her court now if she wants to make other arrangements.
I have a clear conscious now. I finished my second bottle of vodka and tonic and thought about the evening. Vegas waits for me and I don't intend to keep it waiting long. Smart and sassy was going to be my battle attire this evening. Food, drink, hit some tables and maybe a club.
Thankfully, Katie will be swatting in the room so she won’t be around to cramp my style. I had packed my favorite red dress, the low cut one that announces the arrival of my double D’s a few seconds before I arrive. My black push up lace bra and G-string. I was your stereotypical big beautiful woman and tonight Vegas was mine.
The shower was amazing and I enjoyed lathering my tits and working my recently shaved pussy into a creamy mess with my new coconut shower crème. Just over an hour later I was ready to see if Vegas could handle me.
Katie had asked me to meet her in the bar. The problem was the MGM had at least six bars, so it took me some time to find her. I had never seen her without scruffy jeans on and thought she looked pretty hot in her flimsy summer dress leaning against the bar.
“Hey, Chelsea! The drinks are free! All you have to do is put some coins in these slots built into the bar. Isn’t that amazing!” Katie acted like she had just won a jackpot. I decided not to explain that the money you put into the slots actually pays for the drinks. “What do you fancy eating Katie?”
I started to list off food like steak and lobster. “How about pizza?” Katie beamed. “Shit Katie, we are in the pleasure capital of the world and you want a pizza? “. Katie smiled” I love pizza though, especially the ones...”. I had to cut her off she was becoming over excited. “Grab your bag lets go” I waited for her to climb down off the bar stool and we walked out of the MGM and into the bustling noisy Vegas evening.
We walked along the sidewalk. By the time we had reached the end of the Strip, my feet were killing me. Heels and walking don’t go together. Katie just skipped along in her flat shoes without a care in the world.
I was really hungry by now and we must have walked past a hundred places to eat. “Katie I need to eat before I pass out” I stopped outside a restaurant hoping the smell of food would lure Katie inside. “How about here?” I asked hopefully. “Sure, let's eat” She walked past me and into the restaurant and I obediently followed. All I have to do is eat, take her back to the MGM and hit the town. That was my plan, so I was okay with her acting like a giddy schoolchild for a while. In fact, I was starting to feel a little responsible for her.
“So how long have you been gay?” Katie's question wasn't a surprise. It was surprising how long it took for her to bring it up. “All my life” I replied. Well, I have tried guys but I soon found that they didn't do anything for me” I answered honestly. Katie seemed to consider what she going to say next before she said it “I didn’t have you down as a lesbian and I am a pretty good judge of character. Or so I thought!” Katie let out one of her giggles at her private joke. “Are you single?” Katie continued. I sniggered. “Nobody deserves me Hon, I am one of a kind”.
The waiter brought desert and even I balked at the size of the ice cream sundae placed in front of me. “So are you okay sharing a bed with a lesbian Katie?” She looked up from her bowel of fruit and smiled “I think I can handle it.”
We finished our desserts and I felt a little ashamed that I managed to squeeze in all of mine. We left the restaurant and my mind returned to amazing time I was determined to have tonight. “I suppose you're going back to the hotel to swat up on tomorrows course then?” Katie skipped ahead again “Later yes, but first I want to try a little gambling” I was a little disappointed but I figured an hour with Katie in the MGM casino wouldn’t hurt. Bedsides it wasn't even dark yet.
We reached the hotel eventually, but I had to walk bare-feet most of the way back as my heels were killing me.
We walked into one of the bars and Katie ordered yet another beer to go with my glass of Rose. “So do you sleep naked?” Katie just came out with it as though she was asking me the time. “Er, usually yes, but don't worry I am sure I can find something to wear tonight”. Katie didn't seem over interested in my answer though.
We picked up our drinks and walked towards the slots. “I do!” Katie whispered in my ear. “You do what?” I replied. “Sleep naked” With that Katie disappeared into a row of slot machines.
Ch. 4 – Katie
“I’m sorry Chelsea. I have made a fool of myself and ruined your evening”. I felt very embarrassed. We had to wait nearly three hours in the Emergency Room before a Doctor gave me the all clear. I am not used to drinking and the steady flow of free beer had caught up with me. I eventually passed out next to one of the roulette wheels.
Chelsea accompanied me to the hospital after the MGM paramedic had called an ambulance. Apart from throwing a tantrum at the hospital reception, she had been good to me. I imagined she was fuming as my incide
nt had ruined her evening. The strange thing was that I felt fine now. I had been sick earlier but I was buzzing again now. The strong coffee at the hospital had helped.
The taxi dropped us off at the hotel. Chelsea didn’t think my idea of a nightcap at the bar was a very good idea and she steered me towards the elevator. Shortly, we arrived at our room and I thanked Chelsea again and apologized. I sat on the bed whilst Chelsea started her lengthy nighttime makeup removal ritual.
“We will look back and laugh about this won’t we Chelsea?” I laughed nervously. “Just promise me that tomorrow night you won't drink as much” There was a hint of a smile across Chelsea’s lips but you had to look hard to find it.
I stood up “Right I’m going to bed” I grabbed the gown from the bed and walked into the bathroom. I considered having another shower but opted for a quick face wash. I undressed, cleaned my teeth and went to the toilet.
Feeling satisfied that I could last the night, I went back into the room, dropped the gown to the floor and climbed on the bed and ducked under the duvet. I did think about wearing a t-shirt in bed, but I remembered my announcement earlier in the evening. Chelsea was a bit of a sweetie underneath her tough exterior.
She didn’t have to look after me this evening, but I’m glad she did. I wasn’t actually sure how I would react if she made a pass at me, but I figured that was something I would not actually have to face.
I must had had my eyes closed as the bathroom door closing startled me. I could hear Chelsea running water and undertaking her other bedtime routines. She had been quiet since we got back. I think she was a little angry but she kept any feelings to herself.
I closed my eyes again when the bathroom door opened. She turned the light off and I felt her climb into bed beside me. I gave her a moment to settle.
“I’m sorry Chelsea, you must really hate me” I turned onto my side and faced her direction. “Well, it wasn’t the wild night in Vegas I pictured in my mind before I left. She was laying on her side facing away from me. I could feel the warmth coming from her body. I put my hand on her side as if to show how grateful I was.
She moved her hand on top of mine. “It’s okay Hon, just forget it. I have another night after all”. I snuggled into her back until I could feel my nipples pushing into her. The warmth of her body had made them hard and instinctively I gently kissed the base of her neck.
“That was nice” Chelsea turned over and faced me. “I’m glad you liked it” I smiled. She placed a hand on my hip and started to run her fingers up and down. “That’s nice too” and I meant it, her touch was electric.
We moved our heads a little closer together, just enough so we could kiss lightly. I felt an itch between my legs and moved my leg over and on top of Chelsea’s. I could feel how wet I had become when I moved it. I pushed my face harder into Chelsea’s and I felt her soft warm tongue pushing between my lips.
I parted my lips a little to allow her tongue inside my mouth. We kissed passionately, both struggling for breath for what felt like hours. All I could taste on my lips was Chelsea. I moved my hand and placed it on her side and pulled her body onto me.
I could feel how hard her nipples had become as they pushed against mine. Struggling for breath I had to pull my lips away from Chelsea’s. She continued to kiss my face, before moving to my neck and shoulders. Her lips felt so soft against my skin.
She paused for a second as though waiting for consent to move her lips further down. I placed my hand on her head and pushed her face onto my tits. She opened her mouth and closed it around my aching nipple.
I gasped as I felt her tongue flicking it. I moved over and lay on my back and gave Chelsea access to all my body. I was happy for her to have it. In fact, I was willing her to have it. I moved my leg up between her legs and felt the soft folds of her pussy against my thigh. Fuck, she was even wetter than I was.
Chelsea moved her lips to my other nipple now I had given her full access. I bit my bottom lip and sucked in a long breath of air as she worked her magic with her tongue. This was heaven, it had been so long too. I felt Chelsea’s hand rest on my tummy and start to work its way down between my legs. I automatically parted my legs as she ran her fingers through my soft mound of blond hair.
My body jerked as her finger touched my clit before I felt her running it lightly between my swollen and aching pussy lips. I raised my body of the bed and pushed my hips against her finger, willing it inside me.
“Go on. It’s fine. I want it” I whispered. Immediately, I felt her finger part my lips and slide inside me. Slowly at first, she started to fuck me with it, changing the angle each time to make sure she found every inch of me. I felt another finger slide inside me and the squelching sound my juices were audible being under the covers.
I raised my knees in the air so Chelsea could fuck me deeper. So deep, I cried out when her fingers found my cervix. She moved up the bed and sat between my legs. She was watching her fingers sliding inside me with a look of satisfaction on her face. Her fingers were still sliding in and out of my sodden pussy when I felt her other hand on my clit. I reached out for her trying to reach her tits swinging invitingly in front me.
“Not yet Katie. Just enjoy” She smiled and pushed my hand away. I was in no position to argue. Two fingers were now flashing over the top of my throbbing clit in time to the fingers fucking me. I moved my hands to my nipples and squeezed hard in an attempt to relive the burning sensation.
My hips were now thrashing around in time to the fingers darting in and out of me. I knew as soon as Chelsea started to work my clit my orgasm would be close. My head itched and my fingers and toes tingled. The heat building inside me was so intense I could think of nothing else.
“Fuck Chelsea, I’m gonna cum” I cried.
“Let it go Hon. Give it to me” Chelsea gasped.
It felt like Chelsea’s fingers were fucking me even harder, but I don’t think that was possible. An urgent wave of pleasure built from deep inside me and started to work its way down to my needy pussy lips. I pushed down inside trying to hurry my pleasure wave. It was going to happen and moment now.
“Yesssss” I screamed “Oh my fucking god.”
My body started to pulse and my legs closed and tensed trapping Chelsea’s fingers deep inside me. I was unable to breathe, my body totally spent as even more of my sweet but musty juices run out of me and trickled between my ass onto the sheets. I looked up as Chelsea who was sucking on my fingers with a smile etched on her face.
“What the fuck just happened?” I asked.
Ch. 5 – Chelsea
I was vaguely aware of hearing rock music in the middle of the night. It was all quiet in the room now though as memories of last night came flooding back. I am not often surprised by what life throws at you but I was still in a state of shock.
Nerdy Katie, the geeky IT support girl, had been a pain in the ass. She got drunk, vomited all of the casino floor, rushed to the hospital, and then climbed into bed and gave her body to me. Fuck, she wasn't even a lesbian. Was she?
The sound of movement in the room caused me to open my eyes. She was sitting on the small sofa, wearing another scruffy T-shirt, concentrating at a pile of papers in her hand.
“Katie, what the fuck you doing Hon” I rubbed my eyes trying to take in the scene. She raised her head and looked over to the bed “Oh sorry, did I wake you?” I just stared at her. “Not unless you were playing metal music in the middle of the night”. Katie smiled “Or sorry that was my cell alarm. I had to get up to prepare for the conference.
She waved the conference notes in my direction. I glanced at the digital clock on the desk. Just past six o’clock. “Fucking hell, Katie come back to bed already”. Katie turned and started to scribble on the notes “In a bit, I am nearly done”.
She never did come back to bed. I dozed for another hour before giving in to the need to pee. I walked the few steps into the bathroom and turned on the shower and began my morning ritual. In the time, it took to appl
y my makeup, Katie had showered, dressed and was ready before me despite my twenty-minute head start.
I was dressed to impress. A deep red hugging business dress, that showed off every curve. Katie opted for her normal attire. Jeans and a yet another scruffy t-shirt featuring some band I had never heard of. I never mentioned the previous night, and nor did Katie.
I am never backward in coming forward but I didn't know how to bring it up. It even crossed my mind that Katie was so drunk she may not have remembered it. Or didn’t want to remember it. She was acting as though nothing happened. She was back to being the annoying hyperactive child, chatting about anything and everything. I would bring it up over breakfast I decided.
As we walked into the breakfast bar, I was hoping to grab a table for two. However, Katie spotted someone people she knew from head office and made a beeline for their table and sat down. I never got the opportunity to ask if she enjoyed being fucked by another woman last night.
I was getting very annoyed at her complete carefree attitude. Breakfast was dull, and despite my attempts to turn the conversation in the direction of who was screwing who, the conversation was dominated by office policies. I even spilled my coffee on the table to grab their attention but they just started disapprovingly at me. Katie called my clumsy, smiled and continued to chat to everyone but me.