Blaire and Foster - A New Direction Pt. 01

I kissed her and asked her if I could return the favour and she looked away. Her cheeks turned red, so instead I embraced her and held her head against my bare chest so she could listen to my heart, still pounding wildly from her work on me. She still had not said a word, but I could tell, she wanted me too. I turned her over and sat across her hips, staring into her eyes as I took my time kissing her neck then looking at her face, then kissing and sucking gently on each nipple, then watching as her wall of fear started to melt, then I pressed my still wet vagina into her pelvis, I rocked back and forth, lightly pressing my body weight into her clit. She sat up, to kiss me, and I slid between her legs with one of mine, like a pair of scissors cutting closer and closer together. We held our chests together and pressed our lips tighter and tighter until I could feel her clit swelling larger and harder against my own. We rocked and breathed together, sweat dripping off our bodies, until I knew she needed me all the way. I reached my hand between us, slipping a single finger inside to see how close she was, my thumb was in a perfect spot to circle her clit a little harder and as her hips danced on me, I could feel her whole body release, her head fell back and her body shook in ecstasy. Her voice finally let go and she kept repeating, thank you, thank you, thank you...

I laid beside her body, with my leg over hers and my hand gently cupping her breast as she soaked in the joy she had come to know in my hands. I closed my eyes for one second, and when I opened them again, I was in a pool of my own sweat, tangled in my sheets hugging the body pillow my aunt and uncle had bought me before I had arrived. I realized it had all been a dream, but now I was determined that no matter what it took, I would have to pursue this feeling that had now birthed within me for this beautiful stranger.

I wondered if I should tell her all about my dream when I saw her next and see where the universe would lead...

Blaire

I woke up the next day feeling completely exhausted for some reason, as if I had run a marathon in my sleep. I felt far from refreshed but immediately Bella came to mind and made me look forward to the day. I couldn't wait to run into her, there was something so easy about our connection, and it felt like exactly what I needed in my life at this moment. I grabbed my wash kit to go grab a shower and clean up before breakfast.

As I entered the bathroom, I stopped and listened, quiet. I was alone this time. I went in the farthest stall and started the water. It was icy cold at first so I waited as it slowly warmed up. I heard the squeak of the door as what I could only guess was Bella coming in, unless it was the janitor here to do the cleaning.

"Bella, is that you?" I asked timidly.

"Oh, hey Blaire! Fancy meeting you here, again!" Bella replied in a playful tone, "I had the most intense dream last night that I woke up all sweaty, like I had done a triathlon. Normally I don't shower this often but had no choice under those circumstances." She started the water in the stall right next to mine and was obviously waiting for the water to warm up.

"That's so hilarious because I also felt like I had run a race in my sleep last night!" I replied with a nervous giggle at the end. There was silence for a second, then she cleared her throat.

"Oh really?" she began, then paused as if she was thinking about what to say next. "Can I ask what you dreamt about?"

"Ummmm, I don't think I did have a dream, or if I did I unfortunately don't remember it, but it must've been something pretty great!" I joked back, and again there was hesitation in her response. "What about you? What made you so sweaty that you needed another shower today?" I could feel the water finally getting to the right temperature so I stood under the stream as I waited for her answer.

Bella

Uncertain about whether to proceed, I paused. I valued transparency, but I barely knew Blaire. For all I knew she was a closeted Christian fundamentalist, the kind who persecuted women like me back home in Haiti. Maybe she had a serious boyfriend, or had a heteronormative, fairy tale plan for her life and I would be nothing more than a friend. Did I really want to fuck it by exposing the feelings that were growing inside me?

On the other hand, what about if she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, like wanted me in the way she had me in my dream last night. Did I really want to wait any longer to hold her for real? What do I tell her? Argh, I'm taking too long, say something Bella, she's going to think you're weird.

"Oh, ummm, it was nothing big..." I was lying, and now if I tell her for real, she's going to think I didn't think being with her was a big deal, fuck, I have to calm down... "Well, I mean, it was like pretty intense. Like an intense and sexy dream..." I couldn't help but start giggling after saying the words out loud. The water had finally warmed up so I stepped in under the spray and hoped it would drown out my awkwardness.

Blaire

Wow, a sexy dream. I haven't had one of those in a while, maybe since that first time I had fucked Professor Foster in his office after my interview. I was so horny that day, I went home, masturbated twice and still ended up having a dream about him later after I went to bed. I wonder who was in her dream?

"Cool," was all I could spit out. I had no idea how to respond, but as I stood quietly under the water, I couldn't help but to start thinking about yesterday, her soft chocolately skin being covered in rivers of water that flowed over her nipples and down past her... I made a small groan as the thought of her in the next stall aroused me. I wonder if she heard me. Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing, hopefully she couldn't hear anything with the steady spray of water on the tiled floor.

Bella

I stood under the spray glad she hadn't tried to dig any deeper into my dream story, but now we were standing naked, so close to one another and neither of us seemed to know what to say. I couldn't help but imagine what her breasts looked like with water rushing over them, and did she have any hair down below or was she smooth waxed? I felt my pulse increasing and instinctively put my hand between my legs to work things out quickly when I heard a small groan from Blaire's stall. I knew that sound, it was one of arousal. I couldn't help but start stroking my clit a little harder, as closed my eyes, wishing I could be in there with her. I pursed my lips shut, so they wouldn't give me away, but I needed release more and more by the second.

Breathlessly, I paused for a second, then spoke towards the wall, "Blaire, my sexy dream last night was about... you..."