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This story is the fifth part of a longer piece in which an erotic event draws two very different young women together, talking sex and getting each other off on role play during a long, overnight bus trip. Only when they meet three weeks later do they kiss.
Fate has been unkind to both young women, and bi-girl exhibitionist, Erica needs loving care. It's all a new experience for Jaimie, so they take things very slowly. In this episode, Jaimie joins Erica in the tub for a sensuous bathing session.
If you'd like to know how Erica and Jaimie began their friendship, you can find the earlier "Erica" chapters in 'Lesbian Sex'.
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"Oh, honey-babe... oh, hon," murmured Erica between kisses. "You're doing good there. You'll have me well in no time."
She flicked the tip of her tongue along Jaimie's upper lip as they met in another kiss, then pulled away a little, looking her in the face. She was panting, clearly aroused by the experience.
"Sweetness," she began, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. "That bath sounds like a mighty fine idea to me. When I do, I want to come to you nice and clean."
"And I want to come to you Erica. I know that now," Jaimie murmured into the blond curls. "It's time I filled that tub - for both of us."
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Once again, Jaimie left their motel room to hunt for important requirements. Within the limits of their present situation, she wanted to make bath-time with Erica a beautiful experience, and it occurred to her to inquire at reception for bath oils and candles. She was in luck. The manager had been more than willing to supply her needs with a special basket of bathroom delights all gift wrapped for such occasions - obviously a little money spinner along with the few souvenirs he had on sale. He tipped her a wink as he passed them over the counter.
"You girls have fun with those," he grinned. "There's everything you need in there excepting the rubber ducky." He laughed heartily at his own joke.
Jaimie heated the bathroom and began to fill the tub, keeping occupied by lighting the candles while she waited. The room looked wonderful, lit by a dozen lights, the original six now reflected in the large mirror over the vanity. Two of the candles were perfumed with ylang-ylang and patchouli, their vapors combining with the rising steam and making the whole atmosphere warm and intoxicating.
It was only when Jaimie realized that Erica may not be the only one immersed in the deep water that she remembered to turn off the faucets. It was time to collect the patient.
Erica was napping as Jaimie drew back the covers and disturbed her. She sat up lazily and allowed Jaimie to guide her to the bathroom wearing only her panties, bra and white tee. Her fluffy blond hair was a mess, but to Jaimie it was wild and beautiful.
Still not feeling very strong, Erica stood next to the tub, putting herself in Jaimie's hands, and it was then they both noticed a curious fact that hadn't reached their attention earlier: they were roughly the same height. Without those ridiculous heels, Erica wasn't tall in the least. Together, they were both quite average. The main difference lay in their proportions. The length of Erica's well-shaped, athletic legs was her most striking feature, a contrast to Jaimie's more curvy body.
Realizing this fact at the same time, they laughed and hugged lightly. Erica gasped. She was still slightly sore. Gently, Jaimie took her hand and smiled. She kissed her friend on the lips again. Erica was ready to be undressed.
"Go on," breathed Erica. "I'm your doll, remember. Undress me now. Play with me."
Play? How? Jaimie was unsure.
"You mean...?" she tested Erica. Did she want Jaimie to make love to her? Did she expect a full-on pussy eating experience?
At this stage, Jaimie was capable of neither. Totally ignorant of what was expected in such circumstances, she made the decision to go with her instincts. Technically she knew about 'eating pussy', but to her that term was just a pair of words spewed out with boring frequency in the various forms of media.
As yet, they had no real meaning in her life, as none of her boyfriends had volunteered their oral services in that direction. Kieren, of course, had been more into receiving a good blow job or giving her good hard fuck than wrapping his tongue around her clit.
At this moment, Jaimie's instincts told her loud and clear to be caring and gentle as she prepared her friend for the tub. She bobbed down. Looking up at Erica, she took hold of the waistband of her dark pink panties. The green eyes above said 'yes', so she gradually slid them down... and down... all the way down those long legs.
There it was, before her - that baby-girl, shaved pussy of the photos. It was a beautiful sight - the first time Jaimie had ever seen another girl's pussy at close quarters. And what a view! Her eyes were barely six inches away from this example of perfection, the long labia hanging neatly between the silky softness of her inner thighs. She felt a longing to kiss it.
Jaimie looked up again at the green eyes. Erica was smiling down at her, but she didn't look well.
"You're hooked on pussy now," she teased, ruffling Jaimie's hair.
They laughed as Jaimie stood up.
'Hooked on pussy'. It sounded like a strong statement but Erica was still far from strong. Jaimie led her to the toilet and steadied her as she lowered herself onto the seat. Together they waited as Erica shivered with sudden cold and released a long, hot stream of urine, tears springing to her eyes with the effort. It was such an intimate moment to share - a privilege in fact - an invitation to further closeness, and so unexpectedly erotic. The pleasure of this bonding was way beyond Jaimie's experience. She almost forgot to pass Erica some toilet paper.
Still seated, Erica raised her fragile arms and Jaimie pulled her tee up over her head and dropped it onto the floor. Next was her bra, a tiny mesh creation patterned in pink and red roses. As Jaimie reached round to undo its hook, Erica, naked and vulnerable, her long, nipples erect with the sudden chill, leaned forward and buried her face between the larger breasts before her, briefly reaching out for Jaimie's nurturing soul.
Jaimie held still for a moment unwilling to break the magic. She wished she could say, 'oh honey-babe' the way Erica did, but it just wasn't her natural way.
Sitting back after a few seconds, Erica reached up and twisted her blond curls into a knot, high up so they wouldn't get wet in the bath. Her weak little smile indicated she was ready.
Erica was shivering slightly as she stepped toward the tub and Jaimie helped her in. When she lay back, submerging her body beneath the hot, perfumed water, her smallish breasts floated, breaking the surface tension and giving the appearance of gleaming, voluptuous domes, their dark areolae and pierced nipples softening in the warmth. The two gold rings caught the light.
"Jaimie," wheedled Erica in a cute, little-girl tone.
Jaimie jumped at the unfamiliar sound of her name.
"Can I really be your doll today?" she wheedled. "Like you said?"
"Of course," replied Jaimie with a smile.
"And will you be my mommy for now? Take care of me? Just for today?"
Jaimie was surprised once more. This further request must have been inspired by those moments Erica had spent buried against her breast.
"If that's what you'd like, then yes," responded Jaimie.
"Mmmm, that's nice then," said Erica, settling lower in the water with a happy expression on her face. She continued.
"That means you can bathe your big dolly, but there's no need to get your clothes wet while you do it. Your dolly wants you to bathe naked."
"Huh?" Jaimie was perplexed. Erica was naked already.
"You know - be like me. Naked."
Jaimie was still wearing her clothes. She'd put her long skirt back on when she went out to see the manager. This wasn't the first time Erica had asked her to remove clothing, but at least this time they were in a private place. She decided to play along with Erica's game. She leaned down and brushed a stray blond curl aside.
"Tell me my dolly babe," she tried, trying to imitate her friend, "What would you like your mommy to take off first?" The words were not her own, but she thought Erica might like them.
"Mmmm..." said Erica, pretending to think. "Your skirt. I like to see my mommy naked from the bottom up."
Jaimie pulled the tie at the waist and slipped her skirt down her shapely legs.
"Now baby, what's next?"
"Mommy, I think you know. Can you guess?" Erica was teasing.
Jaimie slid her panties off and kicked them into the corner.
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In the privacy of this warm bathroom, perfumed as it was with sensual essences, Jaimie didn't mind at all that Erica was staring at her light brown bush.
"Come a little closer mommy," said Erica. "Let your dolly see."
She looked.
"You're actually not very hairy at all, are you?" she said, fondling Jaimie's fluffy mound. "It's all out the front. Not much below, and nothing beyond the pubes. Your legs are beautiful."
She smiled, clearly delighted with the sight that met her gaze.
"Turn round for me mommy. I like to see your bare ass below your tee."
Jaimie turned. Erica reached out with a wet hand and gave her a little pat on the ass cheek. Those curves looked so cute in contrast with the little top. Even Jaimie knew that, and it made her feel hot.
"Now your tee, mommy - and take it nice and slow so I can take my time watching. No! Wait!"
Jaimie looked for directions - for the change of plan.
"No. You know how to take your bra off underneath a t-shirt. Mommy, I want to see you do that."
Of course Jaimie knew how to do it. Most girls did. Turning toward Erica she reached behind and undid the hook at the back, noticing her dolly's admiring glance as her tee stretched tight over her breasts. Next she slid her hands up through each sleeve and found each strap, slipping them down her arms and over her hands. The final part of the exercise was to pull the entire bra from her body, and for this, Jaimie preferred to reach down through the neck of her tee. It was a like a magician's trick.
Without the bra, her breasts settled nicely behind the stretch fabric, and Erica could see the large nipples standing hard from the sudden friction. Now with her lower half naked and her top half in a state of obvious arousal, Jaimie was gasping in anticipation. Erica was ready with the next instruction. It was difficult to remember that she was unwell.
"Now mommy - that nice slow exposure of your luscious tits! I love that."
Erica could be so frighteningly direct, but Jaimie fielded the ball, so to speak. She was getting into the swing of this game. Her desires were taking over from her reasoning, and the steam and the heat and the perfumes were affecting her senses. With Erica lying in the water below her, her fluffy hair twisted into a knot and her breasts rising and falling through the water surface with every breath, Jaimie wanted so much to give Erica a show.
She thrust her pussy forward and crossed her arms, grabbing the hem of the tee the way girls do when they take off a sweater. Then she stopped. No, that was the quick way. She changed her mind and took hold of an area just below the neckband.
Little by little, with both hands, she slid the tee upward - slowly revealing her waist - her torso - arousing her nipples as the movement of the fabric teased them with its friction - revealing the lower curves of her breasts - surprising her erect nipples as they popped into view beneath the hem of the t-shirt - up - over her head, then off. Jaimie stood there on the rug, naked and waiting.
"Hon, you are so beautiful," exclaimed Erica, forgetting their game for a second.
She couldn't take her eyes off her friend's beautifully formed breasts with their generous nipples and large areolae. They were firm and smooth and shapely, and longing to be touched. An involuntary smile played at the corners of Erica's mouth.
Catching sight of the smile, Jaimie looked away for a second to hide her own. A flush of pleasure surged through her body - a feeling of pride that such a tiny observation could make her feel so appreciated. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror through the shine of the candles, her skin glowing gold behind their brightness. Erica was there too - part of the same golden reflection but lower down, in the background. The image made her feel a strong sense of two women together as a pair. She picked up the basket of toiletries and moved it closer to the tub.
"Lie back there," instructed Jaimie as she kneeled next to the bath, "So I can bathe my baby."
Still smiling, Erica lay back and closed her eyes.
Gently, Jaimie leaned over her and bathed her face with a fresh wash cloth, her own breasts falling forward and swinging against the tub with the slight effort. Then she picked up the fluffy sponge from the basket and lathered it with perfumed soap. With tender strokes, she massaged Erica's neck and shoulders, carefully lifting each arm and caressing every part with the sudsy sponge, moving downwards till she reached the delicate fingers and hands. She squeezed the sponge against their relaxed shape and massaged the muscles lightly with her fingers.
More boldly now, she approached each breast and softly pressed the sponge against the tender flesh there, taking the utmost care to remember her sensitive state. Constantly aware of her own state of arousal, she was taking things slowly, respectfully aware that her patient may not feel the same way at this time. As Jaimie massaged ever so gently, Erica sighed and murmured her approval, enjoying every new sensation.
Moving further down her body, Jaimie reached deep into the water and washed the girlish belly, her thighs and all round her pussy and hips and waist. She lifted her slim, shapely legs from the water one at a time, massaging the soapy sponge against her skin with a little more pressure so that her muscles would enjoy the hint of contact with her hands through the compressed softness.
Feeling privileged to be entrusted with her friend's feet, she spent time on them, soothing the tension away as she lathered them with extra soap and massaged them between her two hands.
While she performed this act of love, not once did the naked Jaimie feel cold in the steamy warmth of the scented room. Water was dripping from her arms and down her body each time she reached deep into the tub.
Erica was positively glowing - and it wasn't all because of the candlelight. There was something about the personal attention that affected her deeply.
"My mommy has forgotten my back," she murmured in mock aggrieved tones.
"Oh, my poor baby," Jaimie responded, playing along. "Has mommy forgotten something?" she cooed. "Never mind, mommy will fix everything for you."
Jaimie was really getting into this game now. Gently she took her baby by the hand and pulled her forward into a sitting position. Leaning down, she whispered into her ear.
"I need to get a little closer now," she breathed, stepping into the bath and slipping easily into the space she'd created behind her.
Lowering herself into the warm water with her legs either side of the slim body in front, Jaimie was careful not to disturb the water too much now that its level had risen inside the tub. She soaped the sponge again and gently massaged the slim back in front of her, moving her hand in little circles until she'd given every part its share of loving attention.
Erica was lapping it up. Invigorated by the gentle massage but enervated by the heat, she was feeling like a new person, relaxed but alive. She felt Jaimie rinse the last of the suds from her shoulders and turned round to look at her.
"That was beautiful, hon," she murmured. "You're bringing me back to life."
'Hon', she'd called her - Erica's favorite term of endearment. Their little game was over now, and Jaimie knew her friend was back with her again, almost her old self.
"Let's lie back for a while," said Erica, sighing happily.
As Erica slipped lower into the water, Jaimie could feel that female body sliding against her own until the curly blond head was heavy against her shoulder. The feeling was special as she felt her former patient nestling below her chin.
It was then that Jaimie began to feel very aware of where her own breasts were, rising from the water a little and pressed Erica's shoulders. Perhaps if she moved slightly she could work up some lovely nipple friction against those shoulders as they rubbed themselves against her firm round shapes. She tried it. Her nipples were already hard and they responded quickly to Erica's slightest movement.
Under the water their bodies seemed to lock together even better than before, and Jaimie could feel the other female waistline making snug contact with her pussy. Was it her backbone she could feel hard against her? No matter, she knew it was another source of secret stimulation if she moved slowly. It needn't lead to anything, but the feeling of enjoyment would be rather nice.
Erica must have had similar ideas about what to do with her time in the tub, but in a different way. She reached round and took hold of Jaimie's hand.
"Put it right here hon," said with a smile in her voice, pulling the hand round to her front and placing it on her breast. "You seem to know what to do already. Just take it nice and slow and have some fun back there. We don't need a routine."
A little embarrassed at being discovered so soon, Jaimie fought the feeling, reminding herself that she'd committed to this act with that phone call back at the bus station, then later with their kiss. She'd even said in words that she wanted to come to Erica. Maybe this was the time for it. Perhaps it really was OK to be doing these things. Erica had made a direct, physical invitation, and now it was time Jaimie made her commitment clear by responding in a physical way herself.
With her heart racing, she cupped Erica's small breast in her hand and gave it a light squeeze - almost like a 'how do you do' - a 'getting to know' kind of thing. She'd never held it before - never touched it. She'd never touched any breast but her own.
"It's OK babe," said Erica. "No need to be shy." And she reached for the other hand. "Now enjoy."
Nestling closer to her friend's hair she held Jaimie's hands to her breasts.
"Go with the flow. You know how I like it, and I can always help myself if I need it."
As the two of them sank a little lower in the water, settling there to enjoying each other slowly but in earnest, Jaimie was grateful for the distant sound of the bedroom radio to cover her lingering feeling of self-consciousness. Her fingertips began to explore those breasts cupped in her hands, feeling the erect nipples with their gold ornaments, squeezing and twisting them and pulling on them a little, stroking the top with little flicking motions. It was highly arousing to be able fondle another woman's breasts and to know she was giving pleasure.
Insisting its way into her heightened sense of pleasure, the fresh scent of Erica's hair rose with the steam in the air, inviting Jaimie to bend lower and bury her face in the buoyant curls, begging her to leave her a secret kiss. It was all part of being with a young woman like this, and she felt the privilege keenly.
She moved her breasts against Erica's body, hugging her companion even more tightly between her legs, pulling her closer onto her pussy. She could feel the friction of her ass against the bottom of the tub creating a wonderfully erotic feeling, the muscles tensing and relaxing with each little push, with each little thrill of contact.
It was just as well Erica held them both firm in the bath with her feet pressed to the end. Jaimie began to feel swept away by the complex sensory input of the moment - the warmth, the perfume and the candles - the fluffy hair, the skin slippery with soap - the knowledge that even now Erica was touching herself beneath the water.
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