Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 06

"But you leave the hair above," Kalyani said, touching the landing strip of pubic hair above her pussy. "Why is that?"

She chuckled, trying to ignore the thrill that casual touch brought out in her. "Some guys like a totally shaved pussy, but I think it's kind of creepy myself."

"I understand," the young Dalit replied, her face still showing confusion.

Desirée scrambled to her feet. "Now it's your turn."

She picked out a fresh razor and pumped a fresh dollop of foam onto her palm. "Lift your arms." She then spread the foam across Kalyani's underarms, matting the silky hairs plastered to her wet skin.

"Hold the skin taut," Desirée instructed, trying to disguise the strain in her voice. Her own fingers pressed the soft flesh of her roommate as she shaved Kalyani's pits. It was an incredibly intimate act: her face was close to Kalyani, inhaling the scent of clean, healthy body, her fingers feeling the heat from her roommate's voluptuous breasts. She could feel Kalyani's breath on her face, the tension singing in the air as the wickedly sharp razor carved swathes of smooth skin, removing both body hair and foam from her armpits. At one point, Desirée's finger brushed Kalyani's nipple; they both gasped from the contact.

"Allow me," Kalyani said when Desirée knelt to apply foam to her roommate's legs. "This must be very difficult for you."

"It's all right," she protested. "I don't want you hurting yourself. I'll be fine." She smiled reassuringly at her friend.

Shaving Kalyani's legs was marginally easier, but Desirée's gaze kept straying to the wet pussy, just inches from her face, with its mat of dark, curly hair. She could feel the hard muscles of Kalyani's thighs twitch under velvet soft skin. Once the foam had been shaved off, Desirée ran her fingers along each leg, to ensure that all the hairs had been removed. She took her time, telling herself she was being thorough. Kalyani watched her friend do this, her eyes dark with sympathy. The scent of Desirée's arousal was heavy in the humid air.

"You," Desirée blushed again when she was forced to clear her throat. "You'll need to sit down and spread your legs so that I can shave you there."

"I understand." Kalyani gently squeezed Desirée's shoulder before sitting down. She then spread her legs, resting them on the lip of the shower, her hands clasping her thighs just below her knees. She was now completely exposed, open to her friend's sight.

Desirée reached for the shaving foam. "Do you want a strip like mine, or something else?"

Kalyani thought for a moment. "I would like it all off, please," she finally said.

Trying to think platonic thoughts, Desirée rubbed more shaving lotion onto her friend's mound, making sure it was completely covered. Feeling her friend's hot breath on her face (or was it another blush?), Desirée then took the straight razor and, pulling on the soft skin to keep it taut, shaved off part of her pudenda.

Only Kalyani's breathing betrayed any tension as Desirée shaved her most intimate parts. She closed her eyes briefly when the razor slid close to the dark lips of her pussy. Desirée knew what she was doing, and not a drop of blood beaded the chocolate skin. Her fingers however twitched whenever they came in contact with Kalyani's folds and the Dalit flinched when Desirée's thumb brushed the hood of her clit.

It was finally done, and Desirée leaned back with a sigh of relief. "How does that feel?" she said, smiling nervously.

"It is very strange," Kalyani replied, running her fingers over her bare pelvis. "It feels very different and–"her breath caught, "and very sensitive as well."

"That's one of the advantages," Desirée said, deliberately not looking at her roommate caress herself. Even dunking her head under the shower didn't relieve the heat in her face. "Now, we should–"

"Wait." Kalyani caught her wrist. "You are in torment."

"I'm fine," Desirée said, flushed with embarrassment and desire. "I just need to–"

"It is the poison," her roommate said, placing her palm on her friend's plump cheek. Desirée shuddered with the contact and a fresh flood seeped from her pussy. "You are in pain, my friend. You are going mad with desire. Let me help you."

"I shouldn't . . . please . . ." Desirée didn't resist as Kalyani gently pulled her down. Tears ran down her face from embarrassment, even as her body cried out for Kalyani's touch.

"You have done so much for me," Kalyani soothed. Desirée moaned when their breasts touched, Kalyani's soft mounds sliding across her aching nipples. "Allow me to help you in return."

"It's too much," Desirée moaned. "I can't . . ."

"Ssshhh. It is never a burden to help a friend." Kalyani lowered her to the shower floor, cradling her in her arms like a baby, brushing her sandy blonde hair away from her face. Desirée's violet eyes stared up at her, humiliation dissolving into lust. Her fingers stroked Kalyani's chocolate skin, her thumb brushing Kalyani's wet breast.

"Besides," Kalyani smiled nervously. "If it is my fate to become a harlot, I must learn to be the best harlot I can possibly be." She lowered her mouth, leaving soft kisses down Desirée's breasts and belly.

Desirée cried out softly, surrendering to her body's need. This felt very different from her previous experiences. Her first boyfriend, Doug Masters, didn't have a clue what he was doing, figuring that simply sticking his cock in her pussy would send her into paroxysms of delight. The Asmodii renegade Meljahza had been about dominance, bending Desirée to her will so that she could commit the ultimate violation. Ssurhuk-T'at was highly skilled and gentle, but he was teaching as much as he was caressing. But Kalyani was helping a friend, knowing that her touch would help Desirée recover from the Asmodii venom still coursing through her veins.

Kalyani's touch was tentative – she wasn't sure what he was doing – but she was gentle and attentive, closely monitoring her friend's reactions, concentrating on a particular part of Desirée's body if she realized her friend liked it.

Desirée shuddered and moaned when Kalyani's fingers slid along the inside folds of her labia. She arched her back when Kalyani's tongue tentatively touched her clit, a sudden orgasm rippling through her taut body. It was quick and sudden, but she still wanted more. Kalyani, realizing Desirée's need, kept licking at her clit, her fingers prising open the soft lips of her pussy, her wet hair a curtain on Desirée's thighs.

Desirée reached for Kalyani's leg, pulling it toward her. A large part of her was incapable of lying back and letting her friend pleasure her; she needed to return the favour, to help Kalyani feel as good as her friend made her feel. Kalyani resisted for a moment, looking back at her Desirée, not sure what she wanted.

"Trust me," Desirée whispered. Kalyani relaxed, letting Desirée pull her hips toward her waiting mouth. Her fingers caressed Kalyani's thighs, feeling the silken flesh over hard muscle. Kalyani's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her fingers at Desirée's pussy slowed, became spasmodic. Desirée eyed Kalyani's dark pussy, running her fingers along the folds, watching the shower water mix with her pussy juices, making jewel sparkles in the smooth skin above her sex. Kalyani's clitoris was emerging from its hood, dark and engorged.

Even in her need, Desirée was still nervous. She had never had sex with another woman before. She didn't know how it would taste, if she could pleasure her friend the way Kalyani was pleasuring her. Then, quickly before she changed her mind, she lifted her head and kissed Kalyani's pussy, her tongue swirling the hard nub, the tangy taste of her juices washed away by Desirée's saliva.

Kalyani squealed in shocked pleasure, her head rising. Then, remembering herself, she went back to eating Desirée's pussy, attacking it more aggressively, making little mewling sounds. Responding to the pressure of Desirée's hands and mouth, Kalyani shifted her position until her thighs were on each side of Desirée's head in the classic 69 position. Her hands clasped Kalyani's buttocks, pulling herself up so that she could feast on the wet opening above her, running her tongue along the slit, burying it inside her pussy before withdrawing it and sliding back to suck on her clitoris.

Although Desirée had never been with another woman before, she had masturbated herself enough times that she understood what to do with her friend. She could feel a current of electricity running from her own pleasured pussy, running from her hips to her breasts, rubbing against Kalyani's taut belly, up her neck and into her mouth and reaching through to the clit she was stimulating. Water cascaded down from the shower, mixing with the sweat that coated the gasping, thrusting teens. Their whimpers of pleasure echoed off the tiled walls.

Desirée's fingers slid inside Kalyani's pussy, causing it to buck against her hand. Kalyani's whimpers changed to full on moans, the movement of her hips became harder, more galvanic. She was so close to completion, and a part of Desirée was wondering if they were going to achieve that rarest of goals: simultaneous orgasm. She could feel her own building inside her, rising to that point of no return.

"Mmm, mmm, " Kalyani raised her head, her entire body locking up. "Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh!" She collapsed against Desirée, muscles no longer able to support her weight, moaning incoherently, cum spraying out from her spasming pussy, drenching Desirée's face. Desirée, realizing that Kalyani was too far gone to continue, reached down to fondle her own clit, to try and bring herself to completion. She could feel Kalyani's hot breath against her thighs, the moaning turning to pants.

It took a few moments for Desirée's clit to respond to the new sensation but she could feel the slow climb beginning again, the feeling building within her body. It was harder and deeper again, the temporary lull only making the peak higher and harder. Desirée knew this next orgasm was going to be a monster; she could feel it in every fiber of her being. Her hips lifted to meet it, biting her lower lip to stop from screaming.

A hand pushed Desirée's fingers away. Kalyani's lips wrapped around her pussy again, tongue lashing the engorged clit. Desirée tilted her head back, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. The tension was unbearable, rising even higher. Her body quivered with the force that was preparing to shoot through her, wondering if it would split her apart.

The dam burst. Desirée's taut body convulsed in an earth-shattering orgasm, her hands white-knuckled on Kalyani's hips while her friend's mouth sucked in her juices. Desirée's hips jerked away from Kalyani, flopping on the shower floor, rolling over to curl up in the fetal position, ragged breaths filling her lungs as if they had forgotten how to breathe. Her overheated body could feel Kalyani's press up against hers, wrapping around her. They lay spooned together, the shower still sluicing down upon them.

Desirée opened her eyes. She didn't know how long she had been there with Kalyani pressed against her, but her muscles needed to stretch. She sat up, the water still coming down on them. Kalyani sat up as well, her green eyes questioning.

"We should finish what we were supposed to do," Desirée said simply, reaching for the green bottle of epilatory fluid. Kalyani nodded.

Slowly, carefully, not sure if her muscles could support her weight, Desirée smeared the lotion under her armpits, along her legs and along the sides of her hips, careful to keep it away from her pussy. She then spread it on Kalyani, equally as careful not to get it anywhere sensitive.

She could feel a mild burning sensation from the lotion as it worked under her skin; according to the instructions on the bottle, that was normal. The two teens endured it stoically, knowing that they would never have to shave again.

Five minutes later, they rinsed the lotion off, sending the green liquid down the drain. Then, legs still trembling, they stood up, turned off the shower and dried off, preparing for bed.

"Desirée?" Kalyani asked while her friend was finishing brushing her teeth. "What are we now?"

The sandy blonde looked in the mirror to see Kalyani's reflection. The Indian woman was wearing her as a dress, tied above her cleavage. Her long hair was brushed down her back.

Desirée put away her sonic tooth cleaner after running her tongue over her incredibly clean teeth; her electric toothbrush had become obsolete. "We're best friends," she said, tightening the knot in her blue silk dressing gown. Her hair had been tied in twin braids for sleeping. "We're roommates and, if we study hard enough, we're going to be Guild courtesans."

Kalyani smiled. "Yes, we will be best friends always." They hugged, the tension leaving the room, Desirée feeling her friend's smile against her cheek. They held each other for several seconds then parted, still smiling. They left the bathroom together, the light winking off when the sensor realized there were no longer beings in the room. The two went to their separate beds, Desirée setting the alarm for 0600. Kalyani pulled off the towel before sliding between the sheets, her nude body gleaming in the light.

Desirée slipped on a t-shirt and panties before sliding into her own bed. She then rolled over and turned out the light, plumping her pillow to make it more comfortable. She then burrowed under the covers, preparing to sleep.

"Good night, Kalyani," she said, yawning. "Sleep well."

"Good night, Desirée," Kalyani's voice was warm but sleepy. "My friend."

Desirée smiled in the darkness before sleep claimed her.