Those Ocean Eyes

Chapter 40

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and GAY..."

Cassie nearly chokes on her fruit salad when Rachel starts caterwauling in the shower, and that's another reason why it's so damn hard to walk away from this – Schwimmer's ability to make her laugh. Sure, most of the time Cassie's laughing at her instead of with her, but it doesn't change the fact that she's cracked up more in the past few weeks than she has in years, which has to count for something, considering how dismal her life is at the moment.

She manages to restrain herself for all of five minutes before she's edging open the bathroom door and pulling open the shower curtain, and Rachel screams like she's in her very own version of 'Psycho.' She hastily tries to cover herself up, and Cassie laughs some more when she sees Schwimmer's floral-pattered shower cap, which wouldn't look out of place on a seventy-year-old pensioner desperately trying to protect her blue rinse. Rachel quickly yanks it off, looking mortified, but her embarrassment turns into wide-eyed anticipation when Cassie hastily strips off her clothes. Rachel stutters out some half-hearted protests, but they quickly turn into responsive whimpers when Cassie joins her in the shower, pulling her into an insistent kiss. Rachel's arms are trapped between them, and she's still trying to preserve her modesty, so Cassie reaches for her hands, gently prising them away. She pulls Rachel close, until they're flush against each other and the hot spray's raining down on Schwimmer's back, and they trade sensual kisses and leisurely caresses until Rachel's putty in her hands. Then Cassie reaches for the body wash, lathering Rachel up, and it doesn't take much longer before Schwimmer's gasping her name and begging for release. Cassie makes her come so hard, Rachel knocks all the toiletries off the shelf while she's desperately trying to find purchase during her free-fall, and then she slides down the tiles in a trembling heap.

Cassie can't help but chuckle at the sight of a dazed Schwimmer scrambling around on the floor of the shower, trying to salvage her shampoo before it trickles down the plughole, and she reaches for her hand, tugging her back into an upright position.

"It's OK," she assures her softly, "Don't worry about it."

Rachel regards her searchingly, with a look that makes Cassie's heart ache and her pulse rate spike, and she doesn't offer any objections when Schwimmer draws her into a crushing embrace, clinging to her tightly. Cassie holds her close, smoothing Rachel's sodden hair away from her face, and absorbs the sensation of their stomachs rising and falling together, of Rachel's breath coming in ragged spurts against her neck. She can feel the curve of Schwimmer's breasts pressing against her chest, and her nipples throb longingly in response. When Rachel's hands start wandering over her skin, chasing droplets of water, the ache between her legs becomes all-consuming, and soon she's long past the point of caring about the electricity bill. She's always known that Schwimmer was a quick study, but the way she gravitates towards Cassie's erogenous zones, like she's got her all figured out already, pisses her off no end. She tries to clamp down on her reactions and fight for control, but she knows she's only prolonging the inevitable.

"I'm sorry, Miss July," Rachel asks her innocently, like she knows exactly what she's thinking, "Would you like me to stop and wait for your instructions?"

"Screw you, Schwimmer," Cassie chokes out, and Rachel giggles, drawing Cassie into a loving kiss before she retrieves the body wash from the floor and sets about giving her the sponge bath she's clearly been fantasising about since Friday night.

When the water runs stone cold, they both shriek in surprise, and Cassie slams her hand against the power switch, hastily stepping out of the cubicle. Rachel follows suit, and nearly goes flying ass over tit when she slips on the tiled floor. Cassie catches her just in time, and they both dissolve into uncontrollable laughter. Schwimmer looks like a drowned rat, and Cassie has no idea why she finds her so attractive right now, but it doesn't stop her heart from swelling with affection.