Chapter 8

A shift in the bed beside me roused me from my sleep. I looked over and Riley was still asleep, her arms still held me tight, and her body pressed up against my back. I don’t know why, but that felt like the best sleep I’d had in forever. I wasn’t sure if it was the sex from Curtis or the cuddling closeness of Riley that had made me feel so relaxed, but I couldn’t deny I liked it.

The room was silent except for the breathing of my sleeping companion. I looked around the room, helped only by a small amount of light around the edges of the blackout curtains. The room was still a mystery to me, not having had a chance to explore it the day before. It was likely a treasure trove of secrets and stories from the life of my perky double. I might have to take some time later on to poke around and see how Riley lived.

I enjoyed the naked embrace of my doppelganger for a little while longer, then rolled over so we were face to face. She was still asleep with her golden locks framing her face. A strand of hair had fallen out of place and was lifted with each soft breath. Her lips were light pink and pouty like my own. My thoughts returned to the previous night when those lips touched mine in a gentle kiss. I felt drawn to them, wanting to feel them on mine once again. We were inches apart and no one would know but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My anxiety told me not to, and as usual, I listened and chickened out.

Just below the covers, her soft perky breasts were pressed against my own. With each breath, they pressed and rubbed together, our nipples were hard and poked into each other. Much like her lips, I wanted to touch them but couldn’t. I had never actually touched another girl’s breasts before and wondered what it would be like. The closest was when I shared that shower with Riley at the campsite, but that was just the sides. I was worried if I did reach out and she woke up, she’d think I was hitting on her. That would be a terrible thing to explain to mom and dad when I got sent home early.

‘Yeah, I felt up Riley while she slept, Mom,’ wasn’t a talk I wanted to have. I decided to reduce the temptation and rolled back over away from Riley. Her arms still held me though. I saw my phone on the nightstand and picked it up, being careful not to disturb my friend. It was just after 9:00am, and I knew I needed to call my parents by 11:00 for my first check-in of the day.

I’d called last night after supper and told them everything was going well, and they had a large house with a pool. Mom chuckled that Riley must be part fish. Mom and dad both said they missed me and to say hello to everyone, which I did. Dad said not to let them spoil me too much because they’d have to match or best it if Riley came down to visit us. We said our goodnights before I hung up, then Riley and I headed down to watch the movie.

As I shifted my legs under the covers, part of my pussy felt stuck to my leg, and I needed to unstick it. I stretched one leg out from under the covers into the cool air. A breeze of coolness breached beneath the sheets to my warm lower body as I freed myself from my discomfort. A thought occurred to me as I pulled my leg in. I should get in the shower soon, before Riley wakes up. I suddenly was worried she’d see some residue from the previous night’s foray, and I wouldn’t know how to explain that. If more cum had leaked out of me, there was nothing to cover its presence.

I disentangled myself from Riley’s grasp and made my way to the washroom still naked. I closed the door before I turned on the light, turned on the water. It was a bathtub shower combo, so I pulled the shower curtain closed then slung my towel over the shower rod, so I wouldn’t drip all over the floor. I checked the temperature of the water with my hand first, just to make sure it felt good. Unfamiliar water taps can surprise you sometimes.

Before I climbed in, I checked myself in the mirror. My ass was still a light pink from the spanking last night. I hoped no one would notice before it returned to normal. Maybe Curtis shouldn’t spank me again, I didn’t want anyone to get suspicious about what we’ve been doing. Yet, I knew I enjoyed it. The light pain that it brought made the pleasure stronger and it turned me on. It seemed to turn on Curtis, too. I pulled back the curtain and climbed in under the hot water.

While I was washing my hair, using some of the product Riley had in the tub, I hummed and sang a bit. I felt really good, having slept well and had been satisfied by Curtis’ hard cock. My mood was good, and my thoughts were elsewhere. I didn’t hear anything but the water and my own voice.

“What song is that?” Riley asked, her voice sounded close-by. I then heard the toilet flush not five feet away from me.

“I don’t know, I sometimes just make up random songs,” I answered, right as she pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub with me.

“It sounded nice, you should sing more often,” she said as she smiled at me, completely unfazed by her intrusion into the shower.

“Thanks, but I don’t know. I think I’d die of embarrassment if anyone heard me. Hell, I thought I was alone in here. I thought you were still asleep.”

“No, I woke up a little while ago when you shifted in bed. How’d you sleep by the way?” Riley asked, as we changed places in the shower. She moved in front of the showerhead while I moved behind her. We wetly pressed together as we shifted, her hands stayed on my hips to steady herself.

“Good. Really good, actually. You?”

“Same. It was nice to have someone sleep beside me. Could you pass me the shampoo?”

I handed her the bottle, but it was sudsy and slipped from my hand. We both tried to grab it before it fell to the floor, banged heads, and hands, hair, and limbs flailed as we fell down in the tub. Riley landed on top of me, her knee pressed up against my vagina and her hand fell onto my chest.

“Oops, sorry about that,” I said as I tried to stand up before Riley did which didn’t help

“That’s ok, you broke my fall,” she giggled, having fun with the situation. She stood up first and put out her hand to help me up. I took it and she raised me up and hugged me tightly under the hot water. I was uncomfortably aware that I was wet and naked being hugged by another girl who was just the same as me. I froze in place, unable to move.

“You’re tense, all of a sudden, here...” she picked up a bottle of liquid soap and squirted some on her hands. She lathered them up and then proceeded to wash my neck and shoulders, massaging them lightly but firm strokes. We were still facing each other, so it felt different than when we had washed each other’s backs. This felt more intimate than that, as I looked into her sparkling eyes.

Her hands moved lower, just above the start of my breasts. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do. I was nervous and scared but also aroused. I looked from Riley’s face down to her chest. Her body blushed, possibly from the heat of the water, but her nipples, like mine, were hard. I felt her hands start to drift lower, in small circles, towards my small swells.

“What about your hair?” My voice was soft and trembled with nerves.

“You can help me with that shortly. I just want to...” Her voice faded as her soapy palms touched my small breasts. I moaned; I couldn’t help it. My head just instinctively tilted back, and it just happened. Humiliated, I looked at Riley, expecting to see scorn on her face. Instead, I saw only a friendly smile as she lightly massaged my chest.

“See, doesn’t that feel good?” she asked, “your face says one thing, but your body is telling you something else. Just embrace the good and let yourself go every once in a while, Jane.”

Her hands released my breasts, but they didn’t leave my body. They just slid down my sides, almost tickling me until they stopped near my inner thighs. She was inches from my pussy, teasingly close, but she didn’t make a move one way or the other. She just looked into my eyes, as if she was studying me. It was like my reflection stared back at me from outside the mirror.

“Ok, could you help me wash my hair?” She turned around, like nothing strange had happened, and picked up the bottle of shampoo and handed it to me. She moved her hair to her back and waited for me to start. I didn’t seem to get a say in it, so I did what I was told.

I’ve never washed someone else’s hair before, and it was strange. Nothing about it felt normal, as I ran my shampoo covered hands through her hair. I did my best to build up a lather, rubbing my hands against her head and hair. I felt like an alien trying to wash laundry by hand for the first time, mixing and twisting things in confusing ways. I wish I could say it was sexy, but it just felt awkward.

She turned back around to face me, shampoo suds over her face as she tilted her head back to rinse it out. In the process, she stuck her breasts out at me, small, firm and proud. I still admired her unabashed confidence in her own body.

“Could you wash my front now?” Riley asked as water splashed over her face.

“Wh-what? You don’t mean...”

My face grew hot as blood raced to my cheeks as I blushed what was likely a deep shade of crimson. Sure, I had thought about touching her, but there was a difference between thinking and doing. My hands started to shake, and I could feel my uncomfortable giggles building in my throat.

“Come on, Jane, I did yours. Whatever you do, I do and whatever I do, you do. Don’t be shy, they’re only breasts.”

“But ... I just...”

Riley handed me the bottle of liquid soap, my hands trembled as she pressed it into my palm. She held my hand in hers, stroking my wrists softly with her fingertips. I was a ball of nerves; every sensation amplified to the maximum. She used her hand to manipulate mine, tilting the bottle over and pouring some soap in my other hand. She took the bottle back from me and set it down, before placing my hands on her shoulders.

“See, not so scary,” her voice was soft again. She was very good at altering her pitch from high and giggly to soft and sexy, whenever she wanted. I felt like I was being hypnotized by her voice and her eyes as she looked into mine.

As my hands moved around on her shoulders of their own free will, Riley let go and let her hands drop to my hips. They sat just above my ass, teasingly, and gently pulled me closer to her. Our faces were inches apart, and our breasts would occasionally touch as we swayed slightly. My hands acted on their own accord and left her shoulders on a southbound path. I didn’t even realize how far down they’d gone until I felt her hard nipples against my palms. I was holding her breasts in my hands as she bit her lower lip slightly while looking at me.