Chapter 7

Tori surprised her when she got right in, already naked. Even with the abundance of black hair, Sierra could tell how well-defined Tori’s groin was. Not that she paid attention to such things, but when her friends modeled panties, it was hard not to notice who had a sexy mound and full pussy lips. Sierra forced her eyes away and turned her back to Tori. “I’ve never had anybody wash my back before.”

“You’ll enjoy it,” Tori said. “I think.”

The sensations Sierra had when she looked at the other girl’s muscled body terrified her now that Tori was about to touch her. If she closed her eyes, they could easily be Saotome’s hands in her mind, and Sierra would let him touch her anywhere. I should face Tori and see her as herself.

“Girl, as beautiful as the front is, you got it goin’ on back here, too,” Tori said.

Sierra thought her butt had gotten chunky lately. “Really?”

“Don’t you have a mirror at your house?” Tori asked.

“Of course, but I don’t stand around checking out my ass.”

Tori laughed. “Of course you do, and I don’t blame you. If I had an ass like you got, I’d look at it all the time. Give me some.”

“Ah, what, what do you mean?”

“Conditioner,” Tori said. “You have a lot of hair. How long are you gonna let it get?”

“Not more than here,” Sierra said, pointing to her lower back.

Tori touched the indention where Sierra’s ass crack started. “Why not here? Then you could tilt your head back and tickle your butt cheeks.”

Sierra said, “That would be torture,” and forced a giggle.

Tori poured conditioner from the crown of Sierra’s head down to her shoulders. “You get the top, and I’ll do this part.”

Sierra raised her hands and started spreading the creamy liquid over her head. Her breath caught the first three times Tori’s hands touched her shoulder blades. It was weird having someone help with her hair, but it was nice, also.

Tori combed her fingers down through the length of Sierra’s hair, coating the strands with the slippery conditioner. She wasn’t careful about it either, so her hands kept bumping into the protruding globes of Sierra’s butt. A gob dropped and funneled into the valley between Sierra’s ass cheeks. She gasped. The pudgy swells between her legs demanded she grope herself, but Sierra couldn’t do that in front of Tori.

“I think I got all of it,” Tori said and rested her palms on the nobs of Sierra’s hipbones. “Rinse it.”

“Phew ... ah, thank you.” Why was she feeling these things?

Sierra moved under the hot water jets, closed her eyes, and tipped her head back. When her hands stroked back over the top of her head, they hit Tori’s, so Sierra dropped her arms and let the other girl squeegee the conditioner out of her hair. It was the most compassionate, sensual thing anybody had ever done for her. Tori was rough enough to fight a boy but was tender, sensitive, and delicate. Sierra had never been so confounded by her emotions.

A few minutes later, Tori collected the shiny mane behind Sierra’s neck and lifted it, passing it over Sierra’s shoulder. The waterlogged tail flopped between Sierra’s breasts and poured water over her glistening auburn bush. It streamed down her inner thighs and made her body jerk.

“You don’t mind if I wash your back, do you?” Tori asked.

Before Sierra could answer, soapy hands were moving up and down between her shoulder blades. Sierra grabbed a small, flat rectangle of soap from the dish. Tori was massaging more than washing, so Sierra stared at the name of the hotel stamped into the soap instead of doing the front of her body. Or was she holding out, hoping Tori would do it?

Tori’s hands were kneading the muscle strands from the base of her skull downward. Suds were racing down the center of her back, up the slope to her butt, and into the crack of her ass. Sierra tried to disguise her heavy breathing. She had been wrong a few minutes ago. This was by far the most compassionate, sensual, and seductive thing anybody had ever done for her or to her.

It was also the most terrifying. If Tori’s tender hands went any lower, they would be touching her ass. Sierra’s painfully stiff nipples and inflamed pussy lips said it was fine; let the girl wash all of you, and don’t hold back that orgasm. It would be a climax that all others would be compared to. She would crumble in the tub and ball up, crying with pleasure and in shame.

“Do me,” Tori said.