Diana's Gift

Chapter 32

She was right there taking her shower behind the glass door, and I was thinking, "Hey auntie, mind if I hop in with you?" I was still all fired up, and now seeing that naked goddess... I looked around for some cover, figuring if there was any I'd touch myself right there, but there wasn't.

"And you, Jully? You dating anyone?"

I was distracted, looking around and trying to keep myself in check, and I almost didn't catch what she said.

"No, I mean, I'm seeing this guy."

"Ooh... watch out, guys are sneaky, you know..."

"Watch out, guys are sneaky? This woman has no idea I'm the sneaky one in my hookups," I thought.

"I'm onto it, I know all about that. But with girls it's better, smoother, right?"

I threw out a feeler. Of course I did. I wanted to see where she stood. I'm no fool—no one gets naked in front of someone they barely know just like that, for no reason. And it worked like a charm. She slid open the shower door and looked at me with that surprised face, like "gotcha."

"You little naughty thing... you're the type who has fun however she can?"

"I hook up with girls sometimes..."

"And you've fucked a woman too?"

The curiosity was all over her face. She was enjoying the chat.

"Yeah. Guys and girls."

I could've said "and with both at the same time, even"—but I figured I'd save that part for later. It was just a quick suck, nothing major...

"I never would've guessed little miss innocent Jully did stuff like that!" she said, mouth wide open.

"No one ever does, you know how it is... like a southerner, sneaking around the edges, all quiet."

"Hahah! Silly... true though!"

"You like girls too?" I blurted out, nervous as hell.

"Yeah, I do. I prefer guys, but every now and then I hook up with some friends..." she answered, then made this indignant face. "And stop calling me ma'am, damn it!"

"Sorry!" I said, pretending to be sorry but laughing inside. "The dykes are gonna take over the world!"

The conversation shifted completely after that.

She turned off the shower, dried off slow and easy, and wrapped herself in a towel. She stopped in front of the mirror, fired up the hairdryer, and stood there, naked under the towel, blasting hot air through her hair while talking to me about biology and how her college entrance exam went. I tried to focus, but I couldn't. Her standing there like that, and me trying to act normal, perched on the toilet with the lid down, chatting like I wasn't having dirty thoughts.

But you know me, right? I'm no good. I put on my innocent face, took a deep breath, and went for it:

"Diana, can I ask something super personal? God, I'm even embarrassed..."

"Go ahead, sweetie. No need to be shy..." she said, not stopping her drying.

"I saw your pussy... you don't have any hair or marks at all. How do you keep it like that? 'Cause if I shave everything, I get all bumpy..."

Oh man... God helps those who are bold. What came next had me drooling over everything in my body that starts with B. The woman didn't even pick up on the sly tone in my voice. She started chattering about laser hair removal, the benefits, the prices, the convenience... all stuff I already knew, but hadn't done 'cause it was too damn expensive.

And then came the best part.

She propped her foot up on the laundry basket, like she was teaching a lesson, and pulled back the towel to show me. Yeah. She showed me. Her pussy was like a display case. She stretched the skin with her hands, opened it carefully, like unveiling a freshly polished trophy. If she said anything then, I didn't hear it.

It was pink. Light pink. The outer lips looked custom-sculpted, symmetrical, smooth. Her clit? Relaxed, delicate, tucked away in a clean little hood. The inner lips looked fake—perfect, short and neat. This wasn't just any pussy. It was Diana's pussy. And it was as gorgeous as her face.

"Diana, don't flash it like that, damn... I'm a dyke! You trying to kill me?"

I said it all nervous. My heart was pounding. I could see myself diving right in.

"Oh, you idiot. Quit being silly. That's ridiculous!" she laughed, folding the towel back. "You do razor or wax?"

"Razor. Sometimes my cousin waxes it for me, but I can't get the corners on my own... and my mom can't afford to pay for my hair removal."

"Got it. If you want, set a day and I'll do it for you. We'll have a girls' afternoon here at the house."

"Hmm, that sounds cool... Yeah, I want to. I'll bug you about it, okay? You promised, so you gotta follow through!"

Right then, that photo popped into my head. I had a pic of myself saved, taken right after fucking, on all fours and spread wide—the one Mariana took. I thought about showing it, but I chickened out. If she saw it, she'd know. Women notice. And showing it live wasn't an option; my panties were probably soaked with all my drool—not the best way to debut the kitty on a first go.

"I'll send you a pic at home of how it looks, Diana!"

"No pics, sweetie. I don't wanna get arrested! You trying to screw me over?"

"Screw you over is exactly what I want most... but I think she meant it the other way," I thought, holding back a laugh.

"Nah, we're friends."

I got a little awkward, 'cause I wasn't sure if older women had that kind of freedom with other women. With Mariana it was different; we'd known each other since we were kids—we'd even pooped in front of each other. But with Diana... I was scared of coming off pushy or childish. So I played the poor me card:

"Oh, that's great... I don't have anyone to talk to about this stuff, you know? My mom doesn't open up, and I don't have friends..."

"Sorry, Mariana. It's for a greater good."

"Oh, sweetie... you can talk to me. No problem. Look at me—what do you wanna know?"

She squatted down to my level, and all I could picture was her kissing me right there. I trembled inside. Her beauty was something that wrecked me. And it got worse—she started messing with my hair, tucking it behind my ear.

"I'm embarrassed, but I'll say it... okay?"

"Go ahead, sweetie..."

"So... I was with this boy, and he put his finger back there... and I lost it. It felt good. I wanted to do more, but I'm scared it'll hurt..."

I said it all innocent-like, pretending it was just a pure question. She looked visibly uncomfortable. Deep down, I knew I'd pushed too far. But she took a deep breath and launched into a technical explanation, like it was a class: talked about precautions, risks, prep...

I listened to it all, eyes glued to her sexy mouth, but that wasn't what I wanted to know. I know how to use the damn internet. What I wanted was to see where she was at.

"So, it can be really pleasurable, but you gotta be well prepared for it..."

"Lube, you mean?"

"Not just that. Help with dilation, be aroused, totally relaxed..."

"You do that a lot? Like it?"

She laughed awkwardly, kinda cute.

"God, girl... you got no filter, huh?"

"Answer me, damn it! You said I could ask..."

She looked at the floor, blushing hard.

"Yeah..."

I locked eyes with her and went all authoritative, pushing the interrogation.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah and yeah. I do it and I like it! Satisfied?"

"And how do you dilate?"

"You can use fingers... or a toy."

"Whoa. I can't buy a toy. If the mailman shows up at home, everyone's gonna wanna know what I ordered..."

She stood up slow, wincing as she stretched her knees.

"Ow, I'm getting old... Squatting like that kills me. I'll go to the bedroom to change and call you in a sec, okay?"

As soon as she left, I bolted to the door and shut it quick. I leaned my back against it, heart hammering in my chest. I hiked my skirt up to my tits, yanked my panties down to my knees, shaking. I needed to cum. Bad. If not right there, right then, I was gonna explode.

I pressed my head against the cool wood of the door, took a deep breath, and slid my hand between my legs. One touch and I felt how wet I was. My panties were already soaked before, but now it was dripping for real, full-on.

I started slow, just the tips of my fingers, tracing circles on my clit. But the need was so intense I pressed harder quick, rubbing fierce, up and down, angry, horny, everything. I ground against my own hand, the wet sloshing sound of my fingering filling the bathroom silence. Every stroke arched my body.

I was thinking of her, naked, grooming herself, whispering "you can talk to me, sweetie"... The image of her pulling back the towel, showing everything, hit my mind like a hot rush. And then I couldn't hold it. I pressed my fingers hard, locked my legs, and let it come. Cumming standing up was almost humiliating it felt so good, my legs shaking all over with the pleasure shooting down my thighs almost to my knees. I shuddered everywhere, pressed against the door, breathless. I stood there panting for a few seconds, till I came back to myself.

I washed my hands, cleaned up in the sink, dried my panties, and put them back on. I opened the door with my face still flushed and my body limp...

And there was Diana in the hallway.

She looked at me. I looked back. Silence.

"You're flushed, Jully... everything okay? You took a while."

"All good." I said, trying to steady my breathing. "Just... freshening up."

"Uh-huh..." she was clearly suspicious of something. "Come on into the bedroom."

I followed her to her room. It was the coziest spot on earth. Full of little lights, fabrics, trinkets hanging around... made you wanna lie down and never leave.

"Wow, what a cute room, teach!"

"You like it? I love decorating. Sit down, make yourself comfy."

I sat on the bed, eyeing every detail of the space. She went to a chest at the foot of the bed, opened it, and started rummaging, kinda hiding the inside from me. When she found what she wanted, she came over with a naughty little smile and a clear plastic bag in hand. Inside: a shiny anal plug.

"What's that?" I asked, playing dumb. I knew damn well what it was; I'd just never used one.

"An anal plug. Helps open things up. This one's new, never used. If you want—and promise you won't tell who gave it to you—it's yours."

I took it in my hand, feeling the weight and shine. My eyes went wide.

"Isn't it kinda big?"

"Girl, no! This is the small one. You've shat bigger than that, quit messing around!"

We both cracked up at the joke. I pulled it out of the plastic and ran my finger over it. It was cold. I imagined it inside me. It'd probably bug... or feel insanely good.

"So how do you use it?"

"You really need me to explain? Lube it up, play around, insert and remove till your body gets used to it. Then it slides in easy."

"Hmm..." I was amazed at the possibilities.

"Some people wear it all day. I can't. But I like putting it in a bit before. Just don't forget the lube, okay?"

"Thanks. I'll try it and tell you. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone..."

She sat next to me, started brushing her hair, lost in thought. I sat there watching her... and the plug. After the fingering, I was calmer, but if she turned and kissed me, I swear I'd go for it right then.

"I've kept you from your lesson too long. I'll give you my summary notebooks. Study from them and give 'em back later, okay?"

"Sure... I'd totally forgotten about studying."

"And what were you thinking about, you little perv?"

"If I tell you, you'll kick me out of your house."

She burst out laughing, blushing. She looked at me one more time, and I was sure she'd say something. But she kept it to herself. After that, I didn't push. I was coming on too strong for her. She was way out of my league. And I knew I'd never land someone like her.

We went to the living room, had the actual lesson. Then we grabbed a quick snack in the kitchen, and I said goodbye, setting up that if all went well, we'd meet Saturday for the "waxing thing" at our leisure.