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Subject: {ASSM} Shower Club, Chapter 3:  Crossing the Line (ff oral exhib femdom)
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Shower Club, Chapter 3:  Crossing the Line (ff oral exhib femdom)

by omnivore

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Shower Club, Chapter 3:  Crossing the Line (ff oral exhib femdom)

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"What!??!" I yelped.

"Lick me.  Now."  Suddenly there was a steel to Tyler's voice that hadn't
been there before.  It wasn't like it scared me precisely, it wasn't
anything creepy like that.  It was just a voice that was so certain, so
utterly in control, that it felt like a force of nature somehow.  It would
not be denied.  Before I really realized what I was doing, I was on my knees
in front of her, my head half turned to keep the water from the
still-running shower from hitting me right in the face.  I hesitated, and I
felt her hands touch my hair, then drift lightly down to my shoulders, where
she ran them back and forth in slow, gentle swirls.  The tingling where her
fingertips brushed my skin was like an electric prickling cascading down my
body, bringing every part of me to attention almost like I was one giant
erect nipple, or an enormous clit, engorged and sensitized and crying out to
be stroked.

What was I doing?  Even when I had thought about possibility four, the
chance that Tyler might have wanted to somehow continue what had started the
night before, I had only let myself consider the possibility of the type of
mutual voyeurism that we'd started with.  Actually doing it in the same
shower stall had been a big step, and somehow I'd been blocking out the
thought about things going further.  I turned my head, and looked through
the falling droplets at the small triangle of her pubic hair, the soft notch
of her lips underneath, and her already erect clit poking out between the
two.  I'd never been this close to anyone's pussy before, even my own, and I
stared at it in fascination, at the water beading on the hair, at the subtle
shadings of pale pink on the exposed flesh.

What in the world was I doing.

Tyler spoke.  "C'mon, Liz.  Get to work."

I blinked the water out of my eyes, glanced up at her face looking down at
me, licked my lips nervously with the tip of my tongue, and started to lean
forward.  I'd certainly never had my face between another girl's legs
before, but I'd had my own pussy ineptly eaten by two of my last three
boyfriends, so I thought I had a pretty good idea of what was involved, and
what not to do.  As my face got closer and closer to Tyler body, I slowly
closed my eyes and pursed my lips for a kiss.

I started by planting dozens of delicate, moist kisses all over her lips,
pubic area, and upper thighs.  I kept my lips pursed tightly together, and
as I got closer and closer to her clit I felt her shift against the wall,
trying to open her legs further.  I tentatively stuck my tongue out just a
short ways, and lightly licked up the line where her thigh met her crotch,
first on the right, then on the left, then stuck it out a little further and
licked long and slow directly on her slit.  I finished with my tongue
positioned directly on her clit, and flicked it few times, quickly before
pulling back.

I held my face a few inches from her, and lightly blew air directly at her
clit.  I heard her breath catch, and her right hand clutched tightly at my
left shoulder.  I leaned forward again, and the only way that I can describe
it is that I basically began deeply french kissing her pussy.  I was using
my lips and my tongue as much as possible, roaming all around her pelvic
area, first rapidly flicking her clit then sucking it in hard while my
tongue swirled around it.  I slowly and deliberately stroked my right hand
up her right leg, starting at the ankle, and when it reached the top of her
thigh I swiftly jammed two fingers up inside her, gently nipping her clit
with my teeth at the same time.  That time she actually yelped, just a bit,
and I smiled with my face pressed into her red curls.  I continued to kiss
and tongue and suck her clit, occasionally pulling out the fingers inside
her to brush them along between her slit and her asshole when I switched to
light kisses in the area of her bush.  I kept this up for five, maybe ten
minutes, and other than the noise of the shower, the rasp of Tyler's
breathing, and the soft, wet sounds my lips and tongue were making against
her flesh, there wasn't a sound.

Suddenly Tyler's voice rang out, not exactly shouting but far from a
whisper.  "Oh, that's good.  That's really good.  I think you might have
done this before, you little slut.  You didn't come back because you wanted
to share a wank, did you, or to beg me not to tell anyone?  You came tonight
because you wanted me.  You wanted me so bad that you were willing to risk
humiliation or blackmail to have me.  That's okay, I don't mind.  In fact, I
'd say I'm definitely enjoying it."  Suddenly she drew a deep, long,
shuddering breath.  "In . . . fact . . . it's . . . quite . . . amazing . .
.. " She trailed off as the orgasm hit her, and it must have hit hard,
because she actually slid down the wall behind her, her legs shaking
dramatically, eyes tightly closed, until she was seated on the shower floor
facing me.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, appraisingly.  I slowly leaned towards
her, lips slightly parted, keeping my eyes on hers.

"You want to kiss me, Liz?" she asked, quietly.

I nodded.

"Then ask."

I managed to squeak out, "May I kiss you?" in a barely audible voice, and
she paused, slowly and deliberately, staring at me squarely.

"Of course," she said, smiling, and as I closed to press my lips to hers, I
felt my nipples brush hers as our breasts came together.  We kissed for what
seemed like a long time, exploring one another's mouths and teeth and lips
and cheeks and ears and eyelids with our mouths and tongues.  I nestled in
between her thighs, and rested my head on her shoulder, slowly stroking my
fingers up and down her other arm, occasionally moving in to tentatively
explore those magnificent breasts.  Tyler pressed her lips against the top
of my head, and hugged me close to her as the water, no longer hot but still
reasonably warm, continued to wash over us.

We probably only sat there like that for a few minutes, but it was
incredibly comfortable and strangely timeless, and seemed to stretch on for
hours.  And then we heard the door.

"Oh shit!" I whispered frantically, every muscle in my body suddenly tensing
up as I prepared to jump up and run.

"Shhhhh.  Just wait a sec," Tyler breathed.  We listened together, and heard
the sounds of a stall door slamming shut, and locking.  Tyler stood up, and
pulled me up with her.  She put her hands on either side of my face, and
looked deeply into my eyes.

"I want her to see you," she said, quickly and intensely.  "I want you to go
out there, right now, into the other side of the bathroom, and be standing
naked in front of one of the sinks brushing your hair when she comes out of
the stall.  You can pretend to have been startled by the flush, if you want,
but you have to make sure she gets to see ALL of you, front and back before
you cover yourself or duck back in here to get your robe.  Now go."

There it was again, that steel in her voice.  This time I summoned enough
resistance to stutter out a quick, "But . . .," although I didn't really
resist when she put her hands on my shoulders, spun me around, and pushed me
out through the half-open curtain.  She gave me little slap on the rear as
she pushed me along, and behind me I heard the water slow to a trickle and
turn off, then after a few seconds turn back on again.  Even though I was so
nervous that my entire body was prickling with goose pimples, I hurried out
to make sure that I was in place when the other girl came out of the stall.
I grabbed my brush from where I'd left it on the shelf, and positioned
myself right in front of the only stall door that was closed, trying to use
the mirror to watch from the corner of my eye without being totally obvious
about it.

It turned out that I didn't have the chance to pretend I was startled by the
flush, because the girl must have been from one of those water-scarce areas
where people are trained not to flush "unless necessary," if you know what I
mean.  I guess this night it wasn't, because before I had a chance to really
mentally prepare myself for it, she opened the door and walked right out for
a dead-on view of my naked butt.

It was a sophomore named Kate, a cute, short Asian girl from California who
I had spoken to a few times and who was in one of the singing groups I had
tried out for.  I hadn't thought it would be someone that I actually knew,
but then again I hadn't really thought about it at all!  I could tell from
her expression in the mirror that she was startled to see me there in my
birthday suit, because even though you occasionally get a glimpse of another
girl's body in the bathroom, it's usually just a quick glance in the shower
area.  I quickly spun around, careful not to let my natural instincts take
over and cover myself.

"Oh, Kate, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone else was in here, and I just got
out of the shower."  My fingers were almost twitching, I was so eager to
bring an arm up over my breasts, to cover my crotch with my other hand . . .
but I resisted.  "My bad, let me grab my towel."

"Oh my, Elizabeth - I mean, Liz. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean . .
She kept darting her eyes to the right and left, trying not to look like
she was looking at my body but totally unable to stop from looking at it all
the same.  I felt a new and strange sort of power in my nakedness, and
enjoyed it for a few seconds.  "Anyway, just . . .um, sorry."  For a moment,
neither of us moved.

Somehow I was now totally calm, and I leisurely reached out and grabbed my
towel off of the adjacent sinks, shook it out a few times, then carefully
wrapped it around myself.  I grinned ruefully at Kate, shrugged my
shoulders, and turned around to pretend to work on my hair.  Kate stammered
out another apology, quickly moved to a sink, washed her hands, and then
took off out the door without another word.

After a few seconds, Tyler came walking out of the shower area with my robe
in her hand, which she handed to me with a smile.  "Mission accomplished?"
she asked.

"Without a hitch!" I exulted.  "What a rush!  God, who knew that I was such
an exhibitionist!  I felt so in control for those ten seconds she couldn't
help but look at my body.  I might have been imagining it, but I think she
might have even been a little turned on."

"Oh really?" Tyler said.  "How good a view did she get of your butt?"

"I don't know, maybe a second or two, before I turned around, but I gave her
a lot more of the front," I said eagerly.

"Sure," Tyler replied, "But it's the rear view that's especially tasty right
now.  Look."

I dropped the robe, then unfastened my towel and let it fall to the ground,
while I turned my back to the mirror and twisted to look over my shoulder.
Right there, in the middle of my right cheek, was a red mark that was
obviously fingers and the top of a hand, from when Tyler had given me swat
as she urged me out of the shower.  At the time I hadn't really thought that
she'd hit me anywhere near hard enough to leave a mark, so the thought hadn'
t even crossed my mind, but I later learned the same trick, and it's all a
matter of precise timing and placement.

"Oh my god," I exclaimed.  "That's why she seemed more flustered than I
expected.  She must have seen it.  Oh, no!  It was this girl Kate, who I
actually know, oh my god, what's she going to think?"

"I wouldn't worry about it."

"YOU wouldn't worry about it?!  Of course not, she didn't see you with a
handprint on your ass!  How embarrassing!?  She'll think I'm such a slut.
She'll tell everybody!  Oh no, what if she tells everybody I was with
another girl?  What'll I do?"

"Okay, calm down.  Just relax.  First of all, you don't know if she'll say
anything or not.  If she was little turned on, like you thought, she won't
be able to talk about it without getting embarrassed herself, which would
then make people ask questions about her.  In fact, I'm pretty confident she
won't say anything to anyone.  Second, how bad could it really be?  Let's
face it, after what we just did I'd say that you are kind of a slut, I mean,
just did a whole of stuff together and we don't even really know each other.
Being a slut isn't necessarily a bad thing, it's just a word men use to
belittle sexually assertive and impulsive women.  Anyone that licks bush on
command has to meet that definition."

"And don't forget, we're in college now.  If someone whispers around that
you were spanked in the bathroom, the boys will all become interested in
you, and of the girls will start to wonder just who it was that in there
with you, since they know you're not dating anyone.  You'll totally be the
center of attention.  More than a few of the girls will be a little
intrigued by the possibility that it was another girl with you, and ALL of
boys would find that particular scenario irresistible, so you can't get hung
up about the lesbian/bisexual thing.  Let's face it, you're not about to
turn into some indiscriminate campus fucktoy because of this, so you get all
the intrigue and exotic appeal, with none of the corroborating evidence
necessary to really trash your reputation, whatever that means."

"Hell, if I were you I'd almost wish she did tell.  I'd think about going to
her and encouraging her to tell.  I'd even BEG her to tell!"

I laughed.  "Okay, okay, I get your point.  It's not the end of the world.
I think you were right about her not telling, though, she was definitely
more agitated than if she had just acquired some good gossip."

"Oh well, too bad. Don't worry about Kate for now, I'm going to be taking up
a lot of your evening and late night hours for a while.  I think we need to
spend a little time exploring this little partnership we've created here.  I
've
never met a little slut that took to showing off so quickly."

Again I wondered exactly how much Tyler had done this sort of thing before,
and started to feel just a bit nervous about what she might be talking
about.  She stepped in close to me, still totally and beautifully nude, and
took me in her arms, and kissed me.  I kissed her back, and let my questions
and my resistance slowly slip away.

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