Her Touch

18

AVA AND I laid on my bed, her arms wrapped around my body and her face buried into the crook of my neck. I could feel her chest rise and fall, as she breathed, and her hair was scattered on top of her head.
"Kylie, I'm going to crash in one of the guest rooms," mom said, standing by the door. I nodded, as she crossed her arms over her chest, "do you need anything?" I shook my head, making her press her lips together, "goodnight then," she walked away.
"Goodnight," I whispered, as I felt Ava stir.
"Was it all a dream?" She mumbled, as she lifted her head to look at me. I moved her hair from falling over her face, before placing a kiss on her forehead. She sighed, as she pulled me closer, "looks like we're going to be roommates," she sighed, without any enthusiasm.
"You ever wondered why I took up the volunteer work?"
"Hm, because it would look good when you are applying for college," I placed my hand on the small of her back.
"Not necessarily, really think about it."
I felt her hand begin to trace over the tattoo on my breast. My top had been pulled down enough for my cleavage to be bare. I bit down on my bottom lip and closed my eyes, "you didn't have to do it, but you did," she whispered, before kissing the spot that she was tracing.
I felt my heart beginning to race, "I guess, subconsciously, I would do anything you wanted since from the beginning."
"The principal looked through your portfolio and was very impressed, but I kinda have a confession," I pressed my lips together, as my eyes involuntarily rolled back, "your mom might have played a part in it," she whispered, making me take a deep breath.
"I figured," I mumbled, as she kissed the side of my neck, "she sounded too enthusiastic when I told her, knew she had something to do with it."
She flipped her leg over my body, so that she was sitting on my torso. Her wild hair and crinkled blouse gave a new definition to sleepyhead. My legs felt weak under her.
"I bet I look hideous," she pulled on a strand of her hair and sighed, as our eyes locked.
I felt a sudden wetness against my stomach. My top had also ridden up a bit and Ava was sitting on the exact spot. My eyes widened, as I realized what the moisture was. I swallowed, as she smiled down at me, oblivious of the friction that her inner thigh was making against my stomach... or does she?
She must have felt my skin against hers, right? I cleared my throat, as she let out a deep breath. She then bit down on her bottom lip, as I tried not to panic. Is this really happening?
She cupped my cheeks with the palms of her hands and drew me in for a kiss, before she unexpectedly let out a loud moan, followed by panting. My eyes immediately widened, as her legs clenched against my sides.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she sprung off of me and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
I lifted myself up with my elbows, as my heart began to race even faster. What the hell just happened? I touched the wet spot on my stomach, the liquid transparent and sticky. I let out a heavy breath, before getting up and walking over to the bathroom.
"Ava, open the door," I called, as I simultaneously rapped on the door, "Ava."
I heard the lock twitch, before the door opened, revealing a woman with nothing but her blouse on, "I'm trying to clean up," she mumbled in deep breaths. My eyes roamed down her torso and were somehow disappointed that her blouse was long enough to cover her lower region.
"Do you need something to wear?" I asked, as she looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"Yeah, um... sure," she whispered, as I turned and made my way over to the closet.
It was a huge mess as usual, but I managed to find a loophole around all of the confusion somehow. I picked up a pair of pyjama shorts and a tank top, before heading over to my dresser to grab a pair of boy shorts.
She left the bathroom door open, so I walked right in, finding her in the shower. I swallowed. The thick glass of the shower wall didn't expose the details of her body, but a clear image of her figure.
"I needed to take a shower," she yelled over the pouring of the water. I rested the clothes down on top of the small cupboard, before looking down at myself and seeing that the wetness was still evident on my stomach.
I took a breath, as my insides had a tingling sensation. I slipped my top over my head and walked over to the sink. I turned the knob to allow the water to run, as I cupped my hands together to gather water, my mind still thinking about the woman in the shower.
I stupidly splashed the water onto my stomach, thinking that it would help to clean it off, though my senses were not working properly. I loudly cursed, as my shorts got wet.
"Are you okay?" The shower stopped running and I heard the slide of the glass door.
I slipped my shorts off, before looking at her, "not really," I grumbled.
"I should clean that up for you," she slipped out of the shower and walked toward me. My eyes almost bulged out, as I took in her naked form-her full, perky breasts with hard, pink nipples, her flat stomach, along with her long smooth legs. And my eyes couldn't ignore the smooth flesh beneath her stomach.
"Your eyes love to wander," she placed her hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Umm...hmm."
"Take off the rest of your clothes," she whispered, making my breaths become heavy, "I'll wash you off, nothing sexual, I promise," I nodded, as I slipped my underwear off, along with unhooking my bra. Her eyes didn't leave mine, as we walked into the bathroom together.
She turned the knob to allow the water to run again and I walked under, my body becoming wet. I sighed, as I twisted my neck side to side and closed my eyes.
"You're beautiful," she complimented, making me reopen my eyes. Her eyes lifted to mine again and she smiled, "sorry, I shouldn't have..."
"It's okay, I'm no better," I grinned, as I reached for the soap from the bath rack, "are you going to soap me up?"
She nodded and took the soap away from me, "of course," she turned off the water and began to lap the bar with a washcloth from my neck to around my shoulders, then travelled down my chest, before caressing my breasts, "sorry but I need to be thorough," she smirked, making my face heat up. The tingling sensation increased every second that passed while she touched my body.
She bent down, as she reached my midriff and twirled her finger inside of my navel, making me giggle, "that's ticklish," I continued to laugh.
She continued below my waist, her eyes stopping for a moment at my centre. She skipped that part of my body and went straight for my thighs.
"When's the last time that you shaved your legs?" She questioned, as she neared my knees.
"I can't remember," I mumbled, the sensation of her touch making my mind fuzzy.
"They're so smooth," she whispered, as she rubbed her thumb against my ankle.
"Good genes," I responded, as she slipped her fingers in between my toes.
"Can you turn for me, cutie?" I nodded, as I did as I was told. She stood again and began to lap my upper back.
"Do you do this for all the girls?" I asked, as I took in a deep breath.
"Only for you," her hands travelled down the slope of my back, "are you uncomfortable?"
"Not really," I answered, as her hands rubbed my bum in circular motions.
"Good," I swallowed, "I'm really sorry about earlier," she turned on the shower, allowing the water to wash away all of the soapiness.
"It's okay, it was just surprising," she placed the soap and washcloth down on the rack.
"I didn't mean to," she then placed her hands on top of my shoulders, before allowing them to slide down my arms.
"It was interesting, can I ask how?" She finally placed her hands in mine.
"I don't know, but I do know it was because you really turned me on," she bit down on her lip, "anyway," she slid the door open and stepped out, "you're all clean," she picked up the clothing that I left for her and walked into my room.