Chapter 6

“Thank you,” she said and put her arms around Tori. The girl was lean and hard, yet soft and silky, as well. Holding her felt fantastic, but how long should the embrace last before it became awkward?

Tori released Sierra and took one step back. The crowns of their tits still touched. Sierra’s seemed pale compared to Tori’s brown skin. “Don’t ever let anybody make you feel bad for who you are,” Tori said. “Be yourself and love who you are. I do.”

A thousand butterflies churned in Sierra’s guts, and her heart fluttered. Saotome was going to kiss her. Wasn’t that what she had wanted since they met? She licked her dry lips and was about to pucker them, but Tori said, “You better wash that stuff out of your hair, or it’ll be pink forever. I can’t wait to see your real hair.”

“It looks a lot like my mother’s,” Sierra said and started toward the bathroom. She was relieved she hadn’t done something to give Tori the wrong idea. “Mine’s longer.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Tori said with a pretty smile.

In the shower, Sierra leaned into the stream. Pink water pooled around her feet and swirled down the drain. She reminded herself, I have a boyfriend and I’m not attracted to girls. It was just two days with the taller, manly half of Tori that had her confused. She wasn’t differentiating between Saotome and Tori, and she was desperately horny.

It had been two weeks since she’d been with her boyfriend, Jeff, and was still mad at him for expecting her to fuck without protection. It wasn’t her fault he didn’t bring any. “Oh, just this one time, I’ll pull out.” The nerve of him, getting her horny enough to beg, then telling her he didn’t have a condom. He wouldn’t even consider doing something else to satisfy her. Jerk!

Maybe she needed to handle the burning itch between her legs so she could think clearly? Tori wasn’t the boy half of Saotome, even if she threw hot water on Tori.

Sierra decided it would be weird playing with herself, and she hadn’t locked the door anyway, so she squeezed hotel shampoo into her hand, and admonished herself. Start acting right, or this is going to be a very long night. They had to share the bed.

After peeking through the plaid curtains to watch a pickup truck plow through the snow, Tori let the hot air from the heat pump warm her while she took off her pants. Her breasts still tingled from the hug. Sierra had trembled in her arms. The girl had wanted to be kissed, didn’t she?

Tori looked down at her thick, black triangle. She spent less time trimming down there during the winter. Some of the girls at her school shaved all of it. What if Sierra keeps hers nice and neat? She started pacing, remembering how warm and soft Sierra’s chest felt. The girl’s nipples had erected, and her breaths became short and sharp.

Didn’t that mean she was receptive? Why hadn’t she just gone ahead and kissed Sierra? For three days she had wanted to and had come close several times.

Stop, she shouted in her mind. If she did something to give Sierra the wrong idea, it would be a very uncomfortable night spent in the same bed. Or Sierra might freak out and want to switch rooms, then Mandy would ask what happened, and Tori could never tell her the truth.

Sierra called out from the bathroom, “Can you bring me my conditioner? It’s in my suitcase.”

Tori’s heart started pounding. Should she wrap up to hide her out-of-control bush? Don’t blow this. She only asked for conditioner.

While Sierra waited for the conditioner, she washed her crotch, hoping Tori wouldn’t see how wild her mat of pubes was. Her swollen labia throbbed under her fingers, begging to be open so her pleasure spot could be touched. It would only take a few seconds before the building pressure burst and spilled out. What would Tori think if she caught her in the middle of an orgasm?

“This smells delicious,” Tori said when she entered the bathroom. “Can I use some?”

“Ah, oh, yes, you can, of course, you can.”

The shower curtain pulled away from the tile at the back of the tub. Tori leaned in. “Here.”

Sierra twisted the top half of her body around and reached for the bottle with a shaky hand, her eyes unknowingly seeking out the other girl’s breasts. The dark circles she’d seen earlier were bloated cones now.

“Need help,” Tori asked.

Confused by the question, Sierra repeated it, “Need help?”

“Yeah, help,” Tori said, “washing your back.”

Sierra had never needed assistance in the shower before, and she didn’t think she needed any now. “Sure.”