Chapter 1

They had worked for three hours and still couldn't get Pam's car to start. It was a matter of honor to her to not ask a guy for any help, although many of them had stopped and offered it. Pam was determined to fix her own car by herself to prove to the world that she could do it and that she was not totally dependent on guys to take car of the mechanical things. Besides, her father had shown her just what to do when it wouldn't start like this, but she couldn't remember exactly what it was he did to get it running.

Pam finally sighed in exasperation and dropped the wrench in the shoebox.

"Fuck it," she cursed. "To hell with this fucking machine."

She wiped her forehead with her arm, trying not to smear more grease on her skin. The air was temperature was over eighty degrees and the sun was unrelenting. Pam was dripping with sweat. Her bikini top was soaked and her shorts clung to her skin with terrible discomfort. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, but it, too, was matted with sweat. She had tried to avoid it, but she still managed to cover most of her skin with ugly, black, greasy smears.

"You can't damn the thing now," Donna said. She was dripping with sweat as well. "We need it to get to that concert tomorrow night."

"Fuck the concert," Pam said. "If this is the only way we're going to get there, then fuck it." She picked up her old t-shirt and wiped her face, but when she looked at it she realized she had forgot that her hands and face were covered with grease and the shirt was ruined. "Shit," she said. She threw the shirt down and put her hands on her hips.

"We could ask Al and George for a ride."

"Then they'd want us to fuck them."

"So we screw them. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is I can't fix my car."

"I can't fix your car either. What the hell difference does it make?"

Pam shook her head. "I don't know. If I had a gun I'd shoot the car and put it out of my misery."

As Donna stood up from leaning on the fender of the car it rocked on its old springs. The heavy hood popped off its spindly support pole and slammed shut, almost catching Pam's fingers, but she yanked them out just in time.

Pam's anger suddenly swelled and burst.

"You mother fucking son of a bitch!" she screamed, kicking the side panels of the car as hard as she could. Donna stood back, frightened more by Pam's ferocious anger than by the hood slamming shut.

One of Pam's kicks inadvertently hit the ancient, worn tire and it gave out under the annoying strain with a terrifying explosion like a shotgun blast. Donna jumped with a start and Pam leaped back with a shriek of fright as if she was thrown by the blast, landing on her butt in the grass.

For a moment they just looked at each other and the old car, which was heaved over on the flat left front like a tired, old horse with a wounded leg. The tire had a gaping, shredded hole in the side.

Pam giggled, looked at Donna, giggled again, then the two of them laughed uncontrollably.

"Let's go in," Donna said. She was laughing so hard she was out of breath. "Maybe someone will steal it."

"If they can start it they can have it."

As soon as they reached their dorm room and Donna shut the door, Pam set the shoebox full of miscellaneous tools on a chair and stripped off her bikini top.

"Are you going to take a shower?" Donna asked.

"Yeah. I'm dying for one." She looked at herself in the wall mirror. "Ugh. I don't think I'll ever get clean."

Her hands were almost totally black. Her face was covered with black streaks where she had wiped with her fingers, as were her shoulders, her neck, her arms and even her boobs, just above the tan lines where her bikini covered.

"Do you want to take one together?" Donna said in an offhand way as she pulled her t-shirt off. Donna rarely wore a bra, but then, much like Pam, she never really needed to.

Pam thought about it for a second. "That sounds kinky," she said.

"I thought you'd like it." Donna kicked off her tight shorts and was wearing just her dainty panties. She went over to Pam and helped her take off her shorts, which left her in just her bikini bottoms.

"Man, you're filthy," Donna said. "How'd you get grease under your shorts?"

Pam tried to twist her torso to see her behind.

"Scratching my butt," Pam said. Donna made a face. "What? Guys do it when they're working on their cars. I've seen my brother do it all the time. Why can't I do it?"

Donna shrugged. "At least your brother's car runs." They laughed and trudged off half naked to the bathroom.

Pam washed her hands in the sink to get most of the dirt and grease off while Donna got the water from the shower head to a comfortable temperature. The shower head was a detachable type with an adjustable spray. Pam had thought it an unnecessary investment, but Donna insisted. At the moment, Pam was rather glad she had given in. A massaging shower would feel terrific on her tired muscles.

Donna watched Pam as she stood at the sink, scrubbing her dirty hands. Pam's fine back came down to her trim waist, then flared out to her hips. Her butt cheeks were perfect, as were her legs, from her firm thighs down to her calves, her ankles and even her feet. Donna was envious. She always thought Pam had a much better body than she did. Her tits were bigger and her legs were longer. She had been given a perfect body. Donna always considered herself to be too thin, although Pam told her how beautiful she was and guys loved to see her naked.

The tub was an old-fashioned design with the feet that were bolted to the white tiled floor. It was set a few feet away from the wall and there was no curtain around it. The water just sprayed on the floor. For a long time, Pam had meant to have a curtain installed, but never got around to it. Besides, it felt free and unrestrained to take a shower without a curtain blocking the sunshine.

Donna was kneeling beside the tub with the massager in her hand, waiting for Pam. Pam turned and looked down at her. She had an oriental appearance to her, especially from the way her long bangs hung in front of her eyes. She looked like a young Japanese girl obediently waiting to serve the woman of her master. Smiling to herself, Pam slipped her bikini bottom off while Donna watched and stepped into the tub.

"I feel like a goddess," Pam said. The skin of her entire body was tanned lightly golden brown, almost as if it was stained like a fine piece of wooden furniture. Since she had arrived at this school she always sunbathed without a top and so the soft flesh around her nipples was as dark as the rest of her body, except for the area around her pussy where she was unable to remove her tiny bikini bottoms. Many of the girls in this dorm sunbathed on the roof without their tops and it got them quite a bit of attention.

"Don't kid yourself," Donna said and Pam laughed. She knelt in the center of the tub. Donna sprayed her down with gallons of soothing, warm water. It soaked through her thick, sun bleached hair and trickled down her back to her ass and down over her shoulders and boobs. Pam held the sides of the tub and straightened her back, luxuriating in the relaxing sensations of the warm water pouring over her sore body.

Pam picked up the bar of soap, lathered it in her hands and scrubbed it all over her skin. She scrubbed her face hardest. She didn't want that nasty, black grease to ruin a complexion she had worked hard to keep clear. Donna sprayed her face to wash away the soap and Pam went to work on her chest.

The situation was turning her on. Having Donna so close to her when they were both naked and she was touching herself in such a sensuous way was very exciting. Her nipples tingled as she scrubbed them in her slippery, soapy hands. She noticed she was beginning to breathe hard and her chest was expanding out like she was trying to show it off.

Donna raised the shower head and began to wash the soap from Pam's front. The pulsing sensation of the warm water on her sensitive nipples made her suck in her breath. She gripped the sides of the tub tightly in her hands. The water felt great. Pam arched her back to bring her tits up closer to the water. The spray landed on her cheeks. The rest of the water rushed down over her front, through the trough made by her cleavage, over her thighs, through her pussy hair and lightly tickled the lips of her pussy.

She opened her eyes and looked at Donna. Donna seemed to be totally focused on her job of rinsing Pam's breasts.

"Ok, you can stop now," Pam told her, giggling. "My tits aren't dirty."

Donna pulled the nozzle away abruptly and laughed when she realized what she had been doing.

"Hand me the soap. I'll wash your back," Donna said. Pam leaned forward, still holding the sides of the tub, while Donna rubbed the bar of soap over her tense back, shoulders and her ass. Pam smiled to herself. Her eyes were just slits. She was completely relaxed and entranced by the massaging of Donna's hands.

Donna sprayed the water all over her back, rinsing away the soapy lather. The intoxicating feelings made Pam want to relax and have an orgasm right there. She hardly noticed when Donna's hand drifted down her back and spread her ass cheeks. Pam imagined that her brother was behind her and about to insert his penis. She leaned forward as if to accept his first thrust, but what happened next was so sudden she had no time to react. Donna swiftly placed the nozzle of the massager against her tight asshole and let gushers of hot water shoot straight into her ass.

"Oh my God," Pam shouted. Her eyes shot wide open and she practically jumped out of the tub. At first she couldn't figure out what was happening to her. When that passed she couldn't believe Donna would do something devilish like that but she wasn't about to stop her. She also couldn't believe how good it felt. Donna wouldn't have stopped anyway, even if Pam insisted.

Pam gasped. This was one of the most exciting things she had ever experienced. It felt like a guy was shooting hot cum up her ass non stop. She squeezed the sides of the tub. Her knuckles were white and her grip was tight enough to bend the metal.

Immediately she started to cum. One of the most powerful orgasms of her life was quickly building inside her. Donna was holding the nozzle tightly in her asshole and stroking her back like she was petting a cat. Then Pam was coming like crazy while hot blasts of water shot through her whole body. She screamed and shook and writhed until finally she was laying limply across the edge of the tub, panting for breath. Donna pulled the nozzle away and adjusted the head so it was simply a light spray.

Pam opened her eyes and stared at Donna. Donna tried to keep from looking at her but when she did she couldn't help grinning with a deep blush.

"How was it?" Donna asked. There was a fire in her eyes Pam had never noticed before.

Pam turned and lay back against the sloped end of the tub. Her arms were laid across the top edge of the tub. Her nipples were hard, excited points at the tips of her plump breasts. She grinned back at Donna.

"That was unbelievable," Pam sighed, then she sat up. "Get in here. I want to do it to you now," Pam said. She grabbed the shower nozzle and moved back to make room for Donna in the tub.

Donna suddenly looked surprised and a little apprehensive about the idea of Pam doing something to her that might be an act to get even. Even so, she knew she had to do it. Hesitantly Donna stood up, shed her panties, climbed into the tub and knelt down facing Pam. The prospect of Pam doing something lascivious to her with the shower massager had her trembling with excitement.

"Spread them," Pam said in a strong, commanding tone. Her face was down and her eyes were turned up to Donna. She was holding one end of the shower head with the other end in her other palm. like she was a cop holding a billy club. A broad grin slowly grew across her face. Donna sat back against the wall of the tub and raised her knees. Slowly, with her eyes locked into Pam's eyes, she spread her knees and exposed her pussy.

Pam stared at Donna's pussy. Her body was very sensuous. Her flat, hard stomach led down to the graceful curve of her mound, which was lightly covered with wisps of black, shiny hair. Her pussy lips were moist and spread, as if waiting for Pam to do something to them.