Chapter 32
She was right there taking her shower behind the glass shower door, and I was thinking, “Hey auntie, mind if I hop in and take a shower with you?” I was still fired up, and now seeing that naked goddess… I looked around for some cover, and if there’d been any, I’d have touched myself right there on the spot, but there wasn’t.
“Ey, and you, Jujube? 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 one guy.”
“Ooh… watch out, guys are sneaky, y’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 women it’s better, more chill, right?”
I threw out a feeler. Of course I did. I wanted to see where she stood. I’m not dumb — 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 slut… you’re the type who has fun however she can?”
“I hook up with girls sometimes…”
“And you’ve fucked a woman too?”
Curiosity was all over her face. She was digging the conversation.
“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 blowjob, nothing major…
“I never would’ve guessed little miss innocent Jujube did stuff like that!” she said, mouth hanging open.
“No one ever does, y’know how it is… like a miner, sneaking in from the edges, all quiet.”
“Hahah! Silly… true though!”
“You like girls too?” I blurted out, on a nervous play.
“I do. 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 a towel around her body. She stopped in front of the mirror, turned on the hairdryer, and stood there, naked under the towel, blasting hot air through her hair while chatting with 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 closed toilet seat, talking like I wasn’t having filthy 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 slyness in my voice. She started chattering about laser hair removal, the benefits, the prices, the convenience… everything 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 the towel aside 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. The clit? Relaxed, delicate, tucked away in a clean little hood. The inner lips looked fake — perfect, short and sweet. That 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 in face-first right then.
“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 myself… and my mom can’t afford to pay for my hair removal sessions.”
“Got it. If you want, set a day and I’ll do it for you. We’ll make it a girls’ afternoon here at the house.”
“Mmm, that sounds cool… Yeah, I want that. 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 — Mariana took it. 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 through with all the drool — not the best way to present 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 is exactly what I want most… but I think she meant screw in another 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 little thing:
“Oh, that’s great… I don’t have anyone to talk to about this stuff, y’know? My mom doesn’t open up, and I don’t have friends…”
“Sorry, Mariana. It’s for the greater good.”
“Oh, honey… 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, honey…”
“So… I was with this boy, and he slipped a finger back there… and I lost it. It felt good. I wanted to do more, but I’m scared of getting hurt…”
I said it all innocent-like, pretending it was just a naive 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. I wanted to know her take.
“So, it can be really pleasurable, but you gotta be well-prepared for it…”
“Lube, you mean?”
“Not just that. Help with dilation, be turned on, totally relaxed…”
“You do that a lot? Like it?”
She laughed awkwardly, almost cutely.
“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, pressing the interrogation.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah and yeah. I do it and I like it! Happy?”
“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 our house, everyone’s gonna wanna know what I ordered…”
She stood up slow, wincing in pain as she stretched her knees.
“Ow, I’m getting old… Squatting like that kills me. I’ll go to the room and change, then I’ll call you, 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 leaned my head against the cold wood of the door, took a deep breath, and slid my hand between my legs. One touch and I felt how soaked I was. My panties were drenched before, but now it was straight-up dripping, for real.
I started slow, just the tips of my fingers, tracing circles on my clit. But the need was so intense that I pressed harder quick, rubbing hard, 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 made my body arch.
I thought of her, naked, grooming herself, whispering “you can talk to me, honey”… The image of her pulling the towel aside, showing everything, hit my brain like a hot rush. And then I couldn’t hold back. I pressed my fingers down, 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 shower spray, dried my panties, and put ‘em back on. I opened the door with my face still hot and my body limp…
And there was Diana in the hallway.
She looked at me. I looked back. Silence.
“You’re flushed, Jujube… everything okay? You took a while.”
“All good.” I said, trying to steady my breathing. “Just… freshening up.”
“Uh-huh…” she was obviously suspicious of something. “Come on to the room.”
I followed her to her bedroom. It was the coziest spot on the planet. Full of string lights, fabrics, knick-knacks hanging everywhere… 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 through stuff, 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 her hand. Inside: a shiny anal plug.
“What’s that?” I asked, playing innocent. I knew damn well what it was, 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 anyone where you got it — 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 took it out of the plastic and ran my finger over it. It was cold. I imagined it inside me. Probably uncomfortable… or a hell of a good time.
“And 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.”
“Mmm…” 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 a soul…”
She sat next to me, started brushing her hair, lost in her thoughts. I sat there, looking at 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 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 totally forgot 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 was gonna 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.