Intentions - SF9 (20 page)

"Does that inhibit your enjoyment?" Ryan asked.

"No, actually it enhances it a little," Jamie admitted. "You've taught me how to enjoy guilty pleasures, Babe. That's been your gift to me."

"Those are pretty good gifts," Ryan decided, giving Jamie's hands another squeeze. "The gifts that keep on giving."

"Uh-huh, and I'm gonna give generously tonight. Fasten your seat belt." Her breath was hot where it caressed Ryan's skin, and the taller woman could feel her partner's heartbeat begin to thrum a little more rapidly against her back.

Jamie's hands began to knead Ryan's breasts, letting the firm tissue slide through her hands as the gel created millions of tiny bubbles. Ryan could feel her partner's hips begin to twitch, her body expressing its needs. Soon the sensations overtook the taller woman, and she began to moan softly, in time to the stroking. "Ohhh, Jamie, this feels too good," she gasped. The delicious sensation of her partner's breasts rubbing against her back as her own were played with was making her feel out of control, and she tried to scale back so their friends didn't hear them.

"Let it feel good, Baby. Don't fight it." Jamie had scooted down as low as she could in order to be able to nibble on Ryan's neck, and she could feel her partner's hips start to sway under the warm water.

"We can't, Honey," she moaned. "This will never work."

"Sure it will," Jamie soothed, assuming that she was referring to being overheard. "Just relax and enjoy my touch."

Ryan's head started to shake but Jamie's hand slid under the water, distracting her thoroughly as it parted her flesh and began to tease her most sensitive place. "Unghh," Ryan grunted as the gentle fingers began to stroke her. "No, really," she moaned, pulling Jamie's hand away. "It doesn't feel good under water."

"What? Why?" Jamie asked, never having attempted the act herself.

"Washes away the lubrication," Ryan insisted. "Water just doesn't work. Trust me. I've tried…numerous times."

The blonde's mind raced, unwilling to halt the intimate contact. "Maybe you just haven't been using the right lubrication," Jamie said, her eyes dancing.

Ryan decided to relax and let Jamie experiment. "I'm game for whatever you've got cookin'. You've rarely had a bad idea."

"I'm not going to let a little water stop me from loving you, Ryan. It'll take a bigger obstacle that that!"

Jamie took the shower gel and squirted it from Ryan's neck down to mid-thigh-as far as she could reach. Wetting her hands, she started to massage every part of Ryan's body, her hands gliding over soft flesh made softer still by the slick gel.

"Oooh, your muscles feel all tense," Jamie murmured. "You worked hard tonight, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I did," Ryan admitted. "This feels so good. I feel so pampered and cared for."

"You are cared for," Jamie assured her. "I care for every little cell in your luscious body. You're my life, Ryan."

"God, it's such a short time to feel so completely and thoroughly known," she said in wonder. "I feel like you know me nearly as well as I know myself."

Jamie gently corrected her. "No, that's not true. I've got a long way to go before I know you as well as I want to. Luckily, we've got years to explore each other."

"Our whole lives," Ryan said, smiling softly as she watched Jamie's hands probe each of her stiff muscles. "Oooh, that's a sore one," she said when the searching hands began to work on a muscle high up on her inner thigh. "Wow…feels great." Ryan moaned softly as Jamie's fingers probed a little higher, trying to keep her sounds of pleasure to a minimum.

"Relax, they can't hear us. Don't give them another thought. They're probably wrestling around on the bed already."

"Good point," Ryan gasped, surprised by a very impudent touch. She finally tossed one long leg over the side of the tub to allow for better access.

Jamie's fingers slid between her legs and started a very erotic massage of her most hidden flesh. A lavish application of the shower gel had Ryan moaning in tandem with the pressure, letting her head drop back against her partner's shoulder. There was something extremely sensual about being enveloped in Jamie's warm, wet embrace while determined fingers stroked her body into a frenzy. The slick touch was deliciously maddening, and she knew she needed some release as soon as possible. "Come inside, Jamie," she whispered. "Let me feel you come inside me. Oooohhhhh," she moaned as her partner's other hand slipped under a muscular thigh to satisfy her request. Her hips began to pump, sloshing some of the water up the sides of the tub. "Aaaah… aaaaah….ahhhh! Yes!!" she cried as Jamie gently pushed her over the edge, the smaller woman delighting as goose bumps broke out from the tip of Ryan's toes to the top of her head. She shivered violently, but Jamie was sure it was not from the cold.

"Relax, Love, just lie back against me. I've got you," Jamie murmured, rocking Ryan in her arms until the last bits of stress left her muscles.

"Oooh," Ryan groaned softly. "That was such a good idea. I can feel every bit of stress leaving my body-going right down that drain." She was still shaking, but she managed to sit up and turn the hot water on full-force. Settling back against Jamie's chest again, she asked, "How do you always know what I need, even when I don't?"

"I love you, silly. I know you intimately."

"That's true," Ryan sighed. "Guess what I want now?" she asked lazily.

"I know the answer to that too, Buffy, but you're not going to sleep in here!"

The pair emerged from the bath nearly a half-hour later, to the amused gazes of their roommates. "Night," Ryan mumbled, falling into bed with a thud.

"G'night, Ryan," Jordan said, and Mia echoed her.

"Good night, you two," Jamie said, unable to suppress a big yawn. "Stay up as long as you like. It won't bother us."

Mia had an impish look on her face, and as Jamie got under the covers she said, "I would remind you to say your prayers, but you apparently did that already."

"Huh?" Jamie mumbled sleepily, snuggling up against her lover.

"Why else have you been crying, 'Oh God, Oh God, Oh Sweet Jesus'?" Mia asked innocently.

The extra pillow from their bed was hurled so quickly that Mia didn't get a chance to duck. Luckily, Jordan's quick reflexes saved the smaller woman, preventing full-scale warfare from erupting between the feisty roommates.

Both Jordan and Mia were weary of sitting on the uncomfortable chairs, but there was only one other option. Mia finally brought up the topic. "I'm gonna go put on something to sleep in, okay?"

"Sure. Good idea," Jordan said, looking fairly composed.

Mia decided to put on a pair of sweat pants, but since it was warm she decided on just a T-shirt as a top. Jordan shot a quick look at her outfit, then went into the bath and emerged in a matching ensemble. Mia climbed in first, trying to stay fairly close to the edge to give Jordan some physical and emotional space. They lay facing each other, speaking very softly so as not to wake Ryan; Mia had explained to Jordan that it would take more than soft speech to wake Jamie.

"Are you sure that you can put up with me while I get comfortable with this, Mia? I know this must seem like kindergarten to you."

"Hey, don't put yourself down like that," Mia chided. "Yes, we're going slower than I'm used to, but that's not a bad thing. Having to wait for something you want is sometimes very rewarding." Brushing her fingers along Jordan's cheek she said, "I think it's going to be worth the wait. You had me throbbing soooooo hard last night. You are quite the little kisser, you know," she said, placing several soft ones on Jordan's lips, just to remind her of her talents. "And your breasts are really a turn-on for me. Every time we're together, I just want to get my hands on them and give them a good squeeze."

Jordan batted her big blue eyes at Mia and whispered, "Wanna squeeze 'em now? If I faint, I'm already lying down."

Mia considered the offer, letting her gaze slowly wander down the long body. When her eyes lifted, Jordan was staring at her intently, giving her a hopeful, desire-filled look. She knew it wasn't wise to start playing with each other too intimately since Jordan was stressed enough with just her in the room, never mind Jamie and Ryan. But she didn't want to dissuade her attempts at intimacy, so she decided to play a bit, keeping it low-key. "I don't want our roomies to hear us," she whispered, "but that's not the kind of offer I'm willing to pass up." She smiled broadly at the blonde, noticing Jordan's body start to grow tense as she waited for the touch.

"Have you dreamed about me touching you this way?" she asked softly as her hand reached out to cup the weight of Jordan's full breast.

"Uh-huh." Jordan's voice was strained with tension, but her breathing was normal and her heart wasn't beating wildly like it had been the night before. "Even before you touched them. I just knew how your hands would feel," she murmured, with her eyes closed to allow her body to feel the touch without visual interference. "I was right."

Mia wasn't trying to excite the other woman so much as get her used to the sensation. She kept her touch light and delicate, just holding the flesh in her hand and hefting it a little to give her some gentle stimulation. Biting back a smile she remembered the first boy who had ever touched her breasts-feeling at the time like he was trying to knead some suppleness into a stiff piece of clay. She was determined that Jordan would never feel like a collection of body parts when she touched her, and she gentled her touch even more, just running the tips of her fingers across the flesh through the T-shirt.

The experiment was proving to be a success, with Jordan actually relaxing into her caress. She rolled onto her back and sighed as Mia's hand moved from one firm breast to the other, maintaining her relaxed pace and tender touch.

"Good God, this feels nice," Jordan moaned as Mia's blunt nails scraped across a puckered nipple. She reached up and pressed the small hand flat against her, increasing the pressure substantially as her breath caught in her throat. Mia could feel the blonde's heart begin to beat wildly, and she regretfully pulled her hand away from Jordan's firm grasp.

"We'd better stop, Jordan," she whispered, finding that her own voice was a little breathy. "I don't want to lose control tonight."

"It just sounded like a good idea at the time," the larger woman giggled. She was blushing gently, and Mia patted her cheek and returned her smile.

Her smile slowly faded as Mia looked longingly at the swells of flesh. "Can I have a rain check? They really look scrumptious, and there's all sorts of things I'd like to do to them."

"Sure," she agreed. Even though she knew she wasn't ready, she wanted Mia to know one of her secret desires, so she screwed up her courage and said, "I'd really like to touch yours one of these days, too." She paused a beat and added shyly, "I've dreamt about them, too."

Mia clasped her hands behind Jordan's neck and snuggled close, letting their breasts rub against each other through the soft, thin fabric of their Tshirts. "Anytime your little heart desires, Jordan. They're looking forward to it."

Jordan gave her such an adorably shy smile that Mia had to stop herself from pinching her cheeks, realizing that might actually offend the taller woman. Their faces were just inches apart, and as much as Mia was enjoying the view, she could see the fatigue on her friend's face. "You really look beat," she said. "Wanna break tradition and actually go to sleep?"

"Yeah," Jordan smiled, fighting a yawn. "Travel wears me out. I really should get some rest." She lifted her hand and delicately traced Mia's features, as if trying to memorize them. "I don't know if I can sleep with you so close to me," she whispered. "I've never slept with anyone before."

"No one?" Mia asked softly, rubbing her back.

"Just Ryan," the blonde chuckled to Mia's wide-eyed look. "I had a horrible nightmare when we were at volleyball camp, and she held me to put me to sleep. It didn't feel like this, though." Jordan nuzzled her face into Mia's neck and said, "I've never slept with anyone that I wanted to…have sex with. I never trusted anyone enough." Her head lifted as her clear blue eyes locked on Mia's. "I trust you."

"I'm glad," Mia sighed. "I promise that I'll never try to push you too far, Jordan. I'll be gentle with you." She brought her hand to Jordan's face and stroked it tenderly. "You're very precious, you know."

The blonde head shook slightly in wonder as she said, "I've never felt precious before. The people I've been close to have made me feel like they wanted me for my body or for their own pleasure. It didn't feel like I mattered-you know?"

"You do matter," Mia whispered. "Very much."

"I dated a guy last year that I almost slept with," Jordan revealed. "I liked him, and he seemed to like me." She chuckled a little as she recalled, "He was taller than I am, and blonde. He used to say that we had to procreate to keep tall, blue-eyed blondes on the planet."

Mia laughed as well and commented, "There aren't a lot of your species around. He might have been on to something."

"There's plenty of blondes in Sweden," she scoffed. "California sun isn't hospitable to my coloring. Besides, that didn't seem like the best reason in the world to be in a relationship with someone."

"So, what happened between you two? Why'd you break up?"