A Maid to Order Moment

"No I don't hate you, Amanda. I don't know what I would have done if I had come home and found you like I was, but I certainly wouldn't have watched and touched myself!" Lucy took a deep breath and tried to find a verbal path through this unexpected thicket.

"Amanda, I'm still your friend and we're still roommates and this won't ruin anything. It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before anyway. And I know I put you in an awkward position because you caught me -- only I didn't know it. And, well...just don't do it again!"

Amanda's tears slowed and gratitude shown through on her shadowy features. "Oh thank you Lucy, I thought I had screwed everything up like I always do, oh thank you, you're the best friend I've ever had!"

Amanda leaned forward and hugged her, and Lucy unthinkingly hugged her back. There was a moment when she was only focused on reassuring her friend, that this episode would not irrevocably change the pattern of their lives. But Lucy was brought back to their awkward situation by the feel of her breasts, slightly coated with sweat and her sensitive nipples tingling from the attentions her body had just received, rubbing and sliding against Amanda's equally aroused and naked bosom in a decidedly erotic way.

They both pulled back from the embrace and Amanda smiled shyly while Lucy just looked down at her bed, seeing no safer place to look. Amanda moved off, hopefully to get dressed, and Lucy did the same, gathering up her bathrobe first and then moving to her all-too-small dresser to get out a pair of pajamas. I can't talk about this any more tonight -- too hard, too long a day, too weird. It'll be better in the morning. Lucy dressed and, without either deliberately ignoring or looking for Amanda, blew out the candles and climbed under her covers.

Lucy was shocked to find that it was morning again, in fact it was almost 10:30am, and that she had indeed fallen asleep quickly after last night's escapade. Maybe I needed that release more than I realized. I haven't fallen asleep so quickly in years. Amanda was apparently still in her bed asleep. How am I going to deal with this? How can we possibly have a normal conversation now? Lucy spent nearly half an hour in bed, just thinking about how to talk, how to act, what to do.

Finally a need for the bathroom drove her out of her repose, and that apparently was a signal for Amanda to get up as well. Maybe she was doing the same thing I was. Lucy took care of her morning oblations and Amanda got up and did the same. There was a quiet tension while they brushed teeth and combed their hair. Lucy finished as quickly as possible, leaving Amanda in the bathroom while she put on the finishing touches to her makeup for the day. While Amanda was finishing her shower, Lucy sat down at their small kitchen table and made herself a pot of coffee, and waited. It's best just to get it over with, and muddle through now. If I try to wait and talk about it later, the tension would just make it worse. Amanda emerged fully dressed from the steamy bathroom and sat down next to Lucy and took a cup of coffee as well.

Lucy could tell from the way she kept her gaze down and avoided eye contact that Amanda had no idea how to start talking to Lucy, and was worried about the informal understanding reached in the heat of the moment last night. All right, I guess I'll take the first step.

"Amanda, I want you to know that I meant what I said last night. It was an awkward thing for both of us, and now that it's over we can just go back to normal. I promise I won't do anything like that to you again, so you never have to worry about coming home."

Amanda's brown eyes finally rose to meet Lucy's when she spoke, and her face echoed Lucy's concern about making things right. "Lucy, it totally is not your fault. I mean, you are working all the time, my gosh I can't believe how much you work, and like you never date any guys, so like of course you need to get off every once in a while. I date guys all the time and I still masturbate like twice a week when you are off cleaning houses. So you are like totally normal and stuff and the only thing weird about last night is that I didn't leave. I shoulda just left after I saw you all going at it."

Lucy's annoyance got the better of her and she snapped out "Why didn't you?" Amanda blushed, and Lucy reminded herself to walk carefully in this conversation.

"I thought of it, and in fact I was going to -- I had Roger's car and could have gone somewhere. But you were so beautiful, all glowing in the candlelight and touching yourself and just totally amazing. At first I just thought about how hard it must be for you, to not have a guy to touch you, but this crazy urge came over me to get off, because the way you moved and how much you were into it really had got to me. I was so wound up and horny from Roger pawing at me all night that I probably would have done something anyway, but seeing you totally pushed me over the edge right there. So I did, and totally I didn't think about your feelings or what you would think about me all getting off right there by you. I'm so sorry that I ruined your night.

Lucy deliberately shifted her face into one of forgiveness and acceptance, and reached out to pat Amanda's hand, signalling that they had said all that needed to be said. But Amanda wasn't having it, and just kept going in her airhead way.

"Oh Lucy, I totally understand needing to get off; hell, I do it all the time. Any time you need to, just say "apple pie" -- my sister and I used that for code when we shared a room. I'll make myself scarce for a while, and I guess you could do the same for me. And if you want, you can even borrow one of my vibrators. I keep them in my underwear drawer, and they will totally take care of you when you just gotta. I've got this one blue one that is totally great, bigger than most of the guys I hook up with, and god it feels so good sliding in and out, and when you rub it on your clit, wow..."

Surprised at the turn of the conversation, Lucy tried to get it back to safe ground and interrupted. "Amanda, I meant it when I said that I'll never put you in that position again. I shouldn't have done it last night, and I won't do it again. So thank you, but the only thing I'll mean when I say 'apple pie' is, well, apple pie. Anyway, I just want things to be normal between us, because you are my friend and my roommate. Are we OK?"

Amanda gave Lucy a look of doubt, almost like she couldn't believe that Lucy was promising not to masturbate that's probably it, since she apparently does it all the time but then smiled and said "Yeah, we are totally OK."

Amanda then gave Lucy another hug, this one less intimate that the one the night before, and stepped away from the table. "I better get Roger's car back to his house or else he'll get all stupid and call the police or something. See you laters!"

And with a seemingly cheerful wave, Amanda strode out the door. Could it really be that easy in her mind? Just like that, we're back to normal? Well, maybe life is that simple, for her. I better act like it is for me too, or else I'll be looking for a new place to live. Lucy pulled out her calendar and began looking at what she had scheduled that day. More work. Good; get back to normal. No Bruce, no late nights alone, just good ol' work.

Lucy fell into a pattern over the next several weeks, pushing her Friday schedule to make sure she was done with Bruce' house before 6pm, and taking on additional work or shifts to totally exhaust herself by the end of the day. When everything else gets weird, work can make it right. Lucy knew it was a form of avoidance now that her apartment no longer felt a safe place, despite her conversation and assurances with Amanda, and Bruce' pursuit of her made the Friday Flirts too dangerous.

Plus, her body reacted unexpectedly after her wild night. Lucy found images she had created, her fantasies of being with Bruce, popping into her mind at the most inopportune times. She could be vacuuming a room and suddenly the image of him kissing her breasts would thrust itself to the top of her mind, and her body would respond to the thought without conscious volition. Lucy found herself in a continuing mental battle with her libido, one that was far harder than she thought it would be.

That night of long pleasure and a powerful orgasm had reawakened her strong and natural desire for sex. It was so hard, knowing that she couldn't retreat to the safety of her apartment to assuage her needs and fighting the impulse to violate her rule and surrender herself to Bruce' desires. The images and thoughts and desires kept intruding on her, defeating her efforts to use work as an outlet for this sudden sexual energy.

Lucy lost not just the battle but the war on Valentine's Day, which fell on a Friday that year. When she arrived at Bruce' house at 2:30 in the afternoon to begin her early cleaning, she found a large bouquet of two dozen roses sitting on the dining room table, accompanied by a large box of expensive chocolates and a card addressed to her. Mentally sighing but unable to resist, Lucy opened the card and read Bruce' missive to her. He again expressed his desire to see her, how he missed talking to her on Fridays, told her how she was haunting his thoughts, how his life had been turned upside down since meeting her. Well at least I'm not the only one. Haunting his nights, huh?

The phrase immediately brought into her mind various images that had been haunting her nights, images of him kissing her, touching her, taking her. She felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra, and a bit of dampness intruded on her panties. Damnit, is there any way to escape this? I walk into his house, and I get totally aroused. I'm not going to be able to get any work done today if this keeps up. Knowing that his stratagem had worked, Lucy started to make plans on how to politely thank Bruce for the gifts, because there was no way she was going to get done by 6pm in her current state. This is going to be dangerous, because I'm going to be all aroused and thinking of him when he gets home. And its' Valentine's Day, and I'm alone. Shit. Will I have the strength to resist him? The thought, partially driven by her body's desire for release, planted a subconscious seed of an idea.

Lucy started in on her usual routine, seeking solace in the actions she knew all too well. Starting in on the two downstairs bathrooms and then the two upstairs bathrooms, she tried to move with a speed sufficient to beat him home. After finishing 3 of them and starting in on the master bath, she knew there was no chance of avoiding some sort of meeting with him -- she was going too slow given her state of distraction. Plus, it was the 4^th Friday which meant it was time to clean the master bathroom's shower (the only shower that got used), which always added 15 minutes to her day.

Usually it was a good use of time -- in fact on occasion she had showered in his bathroom, in theory to clean up before she hit her shift at the E Sharp but really because she liked to see where he spent his time, bedroom and bathroom. But today, it seemed like a dangerous cage. Staring at the elegant granite tiled shower through the clear glass door, she suddenly had a vision of Bruce naked in it. Is nothing safe to look at around here? The twitching in her hips told her in no uncertain terms that she would be aroused when Bruce got home despite her efforts to distract herself.

An idea, partially driven by her body's desire, came to the forefront. If I can't get release at home, I can get release here, right where he stands naked every day. If I give myself an orgasm, I should be sated enough to resist his advances and hold to the rule. A part of Lucy's mind argued against it, saying it was just a rationalization to do what she had been wanting to do for several weeks now. Those thoughts were swept aside in a decisive thrill.

Lucy reached in and turned on the shower, adjusting its temperature to the desired level. While the water warmed up, she flipped on the bathroom fan while unbuttoning her white blouse, revealing the firm curves of her breasts and the jutting points of her nipples straining against her bra. She removed it next, setting her bosom free and letting out a small gasp as the cold air in the stone-themed bathroom caused a quick thrill of goosebumps to course across her sides and chest. Anxious to get into the water and get started, next went her shoes, skirt, nylons and damp underwear.

After testing the temperature with her hand, Lucy stepped into the shower and closed the glass doors behind her. The ceiling in the bathroom was 9' tall and the shower doors only rose 6', so nearly all the steam was swept up and away into the running ventilator. I'll want to stay in the water or I'll get cold, and I don't want any distractions right now. Just to get herself in the mood, Lucy stood underneath the water for a minute, letting the hot water course down from her neck down her back to her bottom, or over her shoulders and down her chest and legs.

She wasn't looking to get clean, but soap always added a sensual feeling so Lucy took his soap and rubbed it over the front of her body, paying special attention to her breasts. Setting the soap aside but not turning to let the water wash it off, Lucy resumed her ministrations, caressing her breasts and enjoying the slippery feel of her nipples between her fingers. For several minutes there was no need for anything else, just letting her hands roam her torso, constantly stimulating herself. Finally turning towards the water, Lucy let it cascade down her chest, cleansing off the suds and letting it beat down on her now-fully aroused breasts. Lucy closed her eyes and let her head fall back, and she leaned in so the water would strike her throat and send a sheet of water down the front of her body. She pushed down with her hands from shoulders to thighs, making sure the soap was gone before she moved to the next stage of her stimulation.

Looking down and opening her eyes to confirm what her touch told her, Lucy was suddenly struck that she was in the same pose (except standing) as when she had looked at herself just after her orgasm, with her breasts cradled between her arms on either side, with her hands resting near the red triangle of hair that declared her a woman and natural redhead. The moments merged and Lucy was suddenly ready for more. She slid her hand over and began to rub her pussy, caressing it amidst the warm water cascading by. She reached around with her other hand and caressed her ass, feeling its tautness and enjoying the sensation of being touched where she almost never is. I gotta admit, I'm pretty sexy like this Lucy thought to herself, and mentally added an additional portion of forgiveness for Amanda.

Letting those thoughts go and falling instead into her construct of her imaginary affair with Bruce, Lucy let the imagined scenes, the touches, fill her mind. Her eyes closed again and let the sensations build in her body to match her secret desires; the dreams and reality of caresses, front and back, top and bottom, as her hands roamed and stimulated her in conjunction with her mental lover. Her hands built the tension in her body over several minutes to a delicious point where she had to go further. Lucy licked her fingers in anticipation of putting them inside herself, removing the water and adding the better lubricant of her saliva.

She turned towards the door of the shower and away from the water to make sure it didn't wash the saliva off her fingers, and slid her hand down and into the folds of her awaiting vagina. A swirl of unexpected cold air swept over her, and she opened her eyes and looked up in shock as Bruce stood there in a dark blue shirt and tie and dark slacks. He had more flowers in his hands, tilting at an odd angle as he clearly had forgotten that he held them. His eyes were hungrily scanning every inch of her naked body, and desire burned in his eyes. Damnit, that's twice! Why does this always happen to me?!

But Lucy didn't have time to think more about it, as Bruce grabbed her by the arm and pulled her, dripping, out of the shower and into his arms. The flowers hit the floor as he kissed her firmly, holding her naked body solidly against his fully dressed one. Lucy was initially resistant, but the kiss and her total state of arousal finally ended any thoughts of trying to stop this. Apparently it was meant to be, because here I am, naked and in his arms, just as I dreamed. His kisses were passionate, demanding, pushing his tongue into her mouth to explore her, taste her. She could feel the hardness of his cock through his slacks as it pressed against her stomach. Lucy felt a new level of eroticism in their embrace, relishing the feel of her naked vulnerability and his fully dressed state. His hands roamed down and around her body as he kissed her, seemingly anxious to touch every part of her. Lucy yielded to his demands, and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back mightily.

After several minutes of this passionate embrace, Bruce pulled back from their kissing long enough to look into Lucy's eyes. "Lucy, I just don't understand you. You tease me beyond endurance with your beauty and our talks and then disappear despite my best efforts to woo you. Now you wait naked in my shower for me on Valentine's Day, as if in one of my fantasies, and I won't take no for an answer any longer. Today, you are mine."

Without waiting for an answer, Bruce bent down and picked her up into his arms, carrying her naked form towards his waiting bed. Lucy didn't even bother to respond, too afraid to destroy the magic of the moment. Her mind might have rebelled against him taking her, but it was the true desire of her heart, and it was in control now. Or better said, he is in control now. He laid her down on top of the blue comforter on the bed. His tie dangled down onto her breasts as he lifted himself to hover above her, face even with face, hips with hips. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, and Lucy again enjoyed the erotic sensation of her naked body pressed against his fully dressed one.

She could feel the effect she was having on him through his slacks as they pressed against the insides of her thighs. His kisses now moved down to her neck, luxuriating in the feel of her soft skin, then further down to her waiting breasts. Lucy let out an involuntary moan as his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking and caressing it with his tongue. Yes oh, even better than I had imagined she thought to herself as she arched her back to thrust her breast further into his mouth. His hand worked on her other breast, using his fingers to rub and caress and pinch her into a state of high excitement. Lucy reached down and ran her hands through his hair as his mouth continued its amazing work, then further down to his stiff collar and starched shirt, slightly damp from her showery wetness. He is my man, oh my god, I finally belong to someone "oohhh" his hips and chest pressed hard against her wet womanhood as he shifted his tongue to her other breast, clearly lost in the moment as he worked to touch and taste every inch of her and he to me.

Taking her exclamation as encouragement, Bruce slid further down her body, moving his face with deliberate purpose towards her open legs. His tie actually trailed up above him, the tip of it resting between her breasts. Lucy grabbed hold of it and rubbed the silk across her breasts, enjoying the sensual caress of that smooth fabric. She kept that up as his mouth worked from her pubic hair to the open folds of her pussy, and she pushed her hips towards him as his hot breath exhaled a mere inch from her waiting sex.