The Bi-State Area

Chapter 53: Playing Around *

"Is this your idea of getting me to unwind?" Cassie asked as she and Cassie stood in the bathroom.

"Psshh, what’s wrong with my idea? Taking a bath and forgetting your worries is the best way to unwind."

"And you plan to take a bath with me? Do you think we can both fit?"

Cassie pointed to the tub. It was definitely not big enough for two grown women.

"It’ll work. Trust me."

Cassie shook her head and turned to go back out. Stacey grabbed her hand.

"If it doesn’t work, I’ll admit I’m wrong, and I won’t force you to wear the dress."

Cassie looked at her, skeptical. Stacey raised her chin, blinked her eyes rapidly, and attempted to be innocent. Cassie sighed.

"Fine. You get one chance. If I don’t like this, I’m leaving."

Fifteen minutes later, the mood had been set. Stacey had lit candles, some type of vanilla and rose scent.

Stacey had entered the bath. She lay there with the foam lingering on her skin. Cassie sank into the tub after.

"Damn, your ass looks good from this angle."

Cassie snorted, flicking a handful of foam towards Stacey.

"Ridiculous," Cassie retorted.

She put up her hands in surrender. "I’m only saying it because it’s true. Your ass looks amazing."

As they both lay in the tub, Stacey against the rim and Cassie in her arms, Stacey began to pour water on Cassie’s hair.

She reached for the shampoo before Cassie could protest. Stacey used her fingertips and rubbed slow circles in Cassie’s hair.

Cassie relaxed against her. "Ohhh," she breathed, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.

Cassie clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with embarrassment.

Stacey paused, then laughed. "Did you just moan? From having your hair washed?"

"Shut up."

Stacey laughed softly, then pressed her fingers deeper into Cassie’s hair.

"Now I feel like we might be in a porno."

"We aren’t," Cassie replied flatly.

Stacey scoffed. As she pressed her fingers into Cassie’s hair, she heard the low sound again.

"Mm-hmm. See? I heard you again."

This time, Cassie didn’t say anything. Stacey finished washing her hair.

"My turn," she said.

They changed position, and the water sloshed around them. Cassie’s eyes caught sight of Stacey’s breasts, and she swallowed involuntarily.

They had been friends for years. She’d seen Stacey’s breasts more times than she could count. But seeing them now was something else entirely.

"You’re staring," Stacey said.

"Nope."

"Sure, I’ll believe you." And with that, she settled between Cassie’s legs.

Cassie worked her hair into a lather. She mimicked Stacey’s circular motions.

"Oh god." Stacey’s head fell back. "Right there. Right fucking there."

Cassie rolled her eyes and pretended she didn’t hear.

"Mm-mm, don’t stop," Stacey moaned.

Cassie didn’t know why she didn’t stop or hit Stacey or something to stop her ridiculous acting. Instead, she kept massaging.

Small sounds escaped Stacey. Every one of them locked onto Cassie’s body and made her tingle. When she finished washing her hair, Stacey turned.

"Your turn again."

Cassie looked at her quizzically. She didn’t answer.

Her soapy hands landed on Cassie’s shoulders, sliding down her arms and back up again. Then down Cassie’s chest, rubbing around the breast and under the swell of it and up to her collarbones.

Cassie shivered. "Stacey, what are you doing?"

"Helping you take a bath," she replied like the answer was obvious.

She cupped Cassie’s breasts, deliberately using her thumbs to sweep over her nipples. She massaged on the pretext of washing. Then she pinched.

"Oops," Stacey whispered when she heard Cassie release a breathy moan.

"Stacey, stop it." Cassie attempted to sound serious, but her ragged breathing betrayed her.

"Stop what?"

"You know what you’re doing."

Stacey rubbed against her nipples a few more times before she stopped.

"Okay," she replied. "Now you do me."

Cassie ignored the heat radiating off her body. She ignored the way her body shook and the fact that she felt her core tighten.

She reached for Stacey’s shoulders.

"Nope," she guided Cassie’s hands down, past the waterline, and rested her hand on her thigh. "Start here."

Cassie’s hand paused. "Are you serious, right now?"

"Deadly serious. It’s just washing up; what’s the issue?"

Cassie huffed, but didn’t say anything else. She rubbed circles on Stacey’s thighs. She worked her way from her thighs to the section where her thighs and hips meet.

Stacey’s head tipped back, and she sighed. Cassie continued upwards, completely avoiding Stacey’s massive breasts.

Just as she touched her shoulders Stacye spoke, "You didn’t get the tits; they need to be washed too."

Cassie’s hand stopped moving. Seeing that Cassie’s hands didn’t move, Stacey took it upon herself to place them there.

She held Cassie’s hands against hers, lathering, massaging, rubbing. She used Cassie’s fingers to pinch her nipples.

As soon as Stacey let go, Cassie’s hands flew off, like she was burned. Stacey turned, her mouth inches from Cassie’s. Cassie looked at her; those green eyes looked ready to devour her.

Then she felt it. Stacey’s lips against her. Soft. Tender.

Cassie pulled back. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you unwind."

Stacey gave another kiss, a small peck. Her fingers found Cassie’s nipples, and she pinched. Cassie moved to push her away, but Stacey wouldn’t budge.

This time, Stacey kissed her full on the mouth, no more teasing. Cassie gave up resisting and kissed back. Their tongues met. Stacey made a sound and pulled Cassie closer.

Stacey’s hand slid down Cassie’s body. Her fingers brushed through the trimmed hair and found her clit.

Cassie’s hips snapped forward.

Stacey pulled back. "You’re wet. Like, really wet." She grinned.

"It’s the soap in the water."

"Hmm, I believe you."

Cassie, face red, reached for Stacey’s breasts. She kneaded and played with her breasts in hopes that Stacey would stop asking questions. They both knew what it was.

After saying what she did, Stacey slid two fingers inside Cassie. She moaned at the sudden feeling. Stacey curled her fingers, finding her G-spot, and Cassie released an embarrassingly loud moan.

Seeing Stacey grinning at her, Cassie became bold. She shouldn’t be the only one feeling like this.

Her own hand plunged underwater, reaching between Stacey’s thighs and sliding through her pussy lips and pressing into the entrance.

Stacey rolled her hips.

They moved together, hands working under the water. The water in the tub moved in waves with each of their thrusts and grinds.

Cassie and Stacey were so focused on each other, they didn’t realize how loud they were being.

"Turn around," Stacey said, her voice breathy.

"What?"

"Turn around. I want to see that massive ass of yours."

Cassie turned a little lust-drunk. She didn’t think about what Stacey wanted to do. Her hands held the edge of the tub. She arched her back and displayed her ass to Stacey.

She felt two hands cupping her ass cheeks and spreading them.

Stacey reached for the shower head. Water washed over Cassie’s ass. She shivered when she felt the water touch her swollen pussy.

It didn’t last long before the water shut off. Then, Stacey’s mouth found her from behind.

The feeling was sudden; Cassie couldn’t help but moan. She felt Stacey’s tongue everywhere. It flattened along her entrance, darted inside her, rubbed circles on her clit, all while Stacey’s hands spread her ass cheeks wide.

"Stacey- Stacey..."

Cassie reached behind her and pushed Stacey’s face harder against her. She could feel she was about to cum. She ground her pussy against Stacey’s face until she came.

The sounds were shameless and loud.

She was still shaking when she turned around. She caught Stacey’s face and kissed her. She tasted herself on Stacey’s tongue.

"My turn," Cassie murmured.