Michelle closed her eyes and turned her face towards the shower head to let the hot water hit her face. She ran her fingers through her short platinum hair, helping the water soak it through. She took a deep breath in, letting the steam fill her lungs as the water cascaded down her body. She let the breath out and willed some of the soreness and tension out of her muscles.
Her after practice shower was one of her favorite parts of every day. It gave her time to be alone with her thoughts and let her brain wander. She focused on the feel of the almost too-hot water as it flowed over her. She started at her neck and moved her focus downward, relaxing her muscles as she went. She hitched up her shoulders, stretching out her back and luxuriating in the heat and pressure of the water.
She opened her eyes and looked down at herself. Without narcissism or ego, she loved her body. She didn’t think she was the prettiest or the sexiest woman alive, but it was a good body. Years of playing professional-level soccer had given her a lean and lithe figure. Her arms were slender, but contoured with strong lean muscles. She didn’t have much in the way of boobs, but in a two-piece or a sports bra, her abs made half the girls drool and the other half hate her. She didn’t mind either reaction. Her legs were amazing, with thick well-defined thighs tapering down into solid calves and cute feet. She lifted her left arm to look at the tattoos there. She was proud of those, too. She was patient, finding an artist that she trusted and choosing designs that were as significant as they were beautiful.
She took half a step back to let the water run down her chest, belly, and legs. She watched the water run over her abs, pool in her navel. It darkened the thatch of hair between her legs, and she smiled unconsciously when the warm wetness hit her there. It was like a kiss from a lover. Her eyes closed again and she smiled a small smile, thinking of twisting her fingers in the hair of that lover.
After lingering on that thought for a few heartbeats, she got a handful of soap and started lathering up, her long, slender fingers finding the occasional knot in her muscles and massaging it out. As she did so, her mind wandered some more. She thought of the practice she had just finished. She thought of the game she had the following week. She remembered the email she had gotten from the team office, reminding her of an interview she owed to ESPN. She sighed, dreading spending any amount of time talking to those pretentious frat boy douche canoes. They always talked to her like she was a lucky little girl to get to play sports like a big boy. She often came out of those interviews with a sore jaw from clenching her jaw to keep from calling them the cunts that they were, and aching for the opportunity to drink them under the table and beat their sorry asses after. She’d much rather give an interview to Heather.
That thought got her full attention. Heather was an amateur soccer blogger who Michelle had talked to on social media off and on for a few months. Michelle found herself thinking of Heather randomly throughout the day. She’d read an article somewhere and check the byline to see if Heather had written it. She’d glance over at the press area on the practice field or at a game, hoping to see her curly copper hair, and being disappointed when she didn’t. Hell, last week, she’d stayed up way too late, going back through Heather’s twitter feed and Instagram, feeling like a voyeur. Michelle usually went for boyish girls that looked like her, but something about Heather just grabbed her attention and wouldn’t let go.
She didn’t know if it was her hair, deep copper red, wavy and wild, or the way it was highlighted by her fair skin and healthy population of freckles. Maybe it was the way her whole look radiated health, maternity, and femininity. Michelle usually found herself checking out athletic petite girls, women she’d see in the gym or on the field. But when she thought of Heather’s smile, or the sparkle in her eyes when she had a joke, Michelle couldn’t help but smile and let her heart melt. After she got her fill of Heather’s hair, her eyes, and her smile, she would explore her curves with her eyes. She loved the way her freckles scattered across her chest to where her full breasts filled her sweater. Her waist curved back in before flaring out to hips that Michelle ached to slide her hands over. Heather’s ass filled a pair of jeans in a way that made Michelle unable to think about anything but taking them off. To Michelle, Heather was the most pleasant of distractions.
As Michelle thought about Heather, she wanted to kiss her mouth. She wanted to feel their tongues touch. She could picture her big beautiful breasts moving as she walked across a room. She wanted to fill her hands with those breasts. Michelle touched her own protruding nipples as she wondered what kind of nipples Heather had. Were they dark, or were they pink? Were they little beestings like her own, or did she have big round ones? Michelle’s fingers pinched her nipples between her fingers hard enough to make herself gasp. Did Heather like her nipples pinched, or were they too sensitive?
Michelle rolled her nipples hard between her fingers while her other hand found its way between her legs. She sat on the little bench seat in the shower and spread her legs apart, the water running over her taking on a sensual feel. She closed her eyes and thought about kissing Heather. She thought about Heather’s teeth biting at her lip hard enough to make her gasp. Continuing to pinch, roll, and pull on her nipple with one hand, she moved the other between her legs and began to trace the line of her slit up and down, feeling the slick of her own moisture mingling with the water from the shower. She imagined kissing the hollow under Heather’s chin, tasting her skin. She imagined how soft the skin on Heather’s back would feel when she lightly ran her fingers down it. She thought about feeling Heather’s nipples harden against her chest when she tickled her spine.
Michelle slid her finger inside, curling it up to press against her clit. She thought about how it would feel if Heather pressed her palm against her and slid her finger inside. Michelle banged her head against the wall as the first snap of an orgasm surprised her. She gently rubbed her clit and rode the wave.
She pictured making Heather cum, and a second orgasm started almost before the first one had finished. She thought about feeling the squeezing of Heather’s orgasm on her fingers, and the rush of wet heat onto her hand. She stopped pinching and rolling her nipple and moved her hand down between her legs. Michelle pictured her fingers in Heather’s curly red hair, clenching into a fist as Heather’s tongue and fingers slid into and around her. Michelle slid two fingers into herself while she continued to nurse the remnants of her second orgasm.
With unexpected clarity, Michelle could picture Heather’s twinkling eyes looking up at her from between her thighs. The delight written there sexier that the flicking of her tongue against Michelle’s sex. The thought of how Heather’s mouth would feel on her kicked off Michelle’s third orgasm. Michelle started to cry out as her legs and abs spammed with an intense climax.
She pulled her fingers out of herself and clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her noise. She tasted herself on her hand, and wondered how Heather tasted. That thought brought another set of spasms, and she was glad to be in the shower when she felt the flush of heat on her thighs as she squirted. She doubled over, letting out a low moan as the next wave of her orgasm washed over her. She squeezed her thighs together, rocking back and forth while her pushy twitched.
After a few minutes, Michelle could breathe again. A few more and she could think. Her face flushed as she replayed the last few minutes in her head. She heard some of her team mates in the locker room outside the shower. Had they heard her?
She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She knew one thing, though: as soon as she was dried off and dressed she was calling Heather. They were going out that night without a doubt. She already knew the slinky black dress she was going to wear, and she couldn’t wait to see if it put a twinkle in Heather’s eye.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5b9dx2/michelle_and_heather_ch1_fsoloff