“Nothing. I’m just getting ready for the showers. I’m sweaty.” I made a face. I wasn’t really that stinky, but I was trying to play it off.
Of course, she saw right through it. She glared at me. “Come on, Kai. You won’t even look at me. You’ve been kinda weird all day too, and you were a little mean to the ball out there. What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t. How could I look her in the eyes after what I saw? She was going to think I was such a perv. Just standing in the shadows, watching the woman I love touch herself. Ugh! I sounded like a predator to my own ears.
“I… last night, I was going to get water, and I saw you in your room. In your bed. You were…” I couldn’t say the words.
“I was what? Sleeping? Did you watch me sleep? Is that why you’re being so weird?” She smiled, so I knew she wasn’t put off by that idea, which was a whole other conversation we should probably have.
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t watch you sleep. You weren’t sleeping. You were… touching yourself.”
I wanted to throw up just talking about it. For a long while, she didn’t say anything. She just stared at me with wide eyes. I crossed a line, for sure. It wasn’t like it was intentional; my body was frozen with shock.
I didn’t think it was my imagination that she opened her mouth as if she was taking in a breath. I also didn’t think I imagined her licking her lips. But maybe I did.
Finally, she brought up hands to sign. “Did it make you uncomfortable, Kaia?”
“What?” My brain wouldn’t process her question.
She took a few steps closer, and I gulped, trying not to move. “Did it make you uncomfortable? To see me touch myself like that?”
I shook my head, so glad I didn’t have to speak. “No. It’s your body. You can do whatever you want with it.”
This conversation was making me uncomfortable, though. Seeing her enjoying her own body made my knees weak. Talking about it made my stomach weak. My face was on fire, turning the darkest shade of red. She stood there, unmoving, looking at me. Waiting for me to say more? Waiting for me to do something?
“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, finally getting me out of my thoughts.
I didn’t answer that. She didn’t need to know how much I enjoyed it despite myself. I toyed with my lip, taking it between my teeth.
Her eyes trailed down to my mouth, watching me fidget. The air was hot and the tension was thick. I didn’t know what to say or do. I wanted to step closer and grab her. I wanted to pull her to me and take her own lips between my teeth.
I cleared my throat and pointed to the showers. I needed to get out of there before I did something I’d regret. “I’m going to go… take a shower.”
“That’s a good idea. Me too.”
I nodded and turned to head for the showers, when she took off her shirt.
She was wearing a white sports bra, and I couldn’t help but stare at her nipples peeking through. I really loved boobs, and my brain knew that, causing me to look at them no matter what. She noticed, too, and smirked when she bent down to take off her shorts.
Why was she doing this to me? Was this all in my head? It had to be. She had no clue what I felt for her. If she did, she would’ve waited until I was gone before she undressed.
Once her bra came off, I swallowed. Good lord! Her boobs were so perfect. The tattoo I’d fantasized about touching so many times looked as if they held up her breasts perfectly.
I tried and failed not to let my eyes travel down the rest of her body. I almost fainted, seeing her perfect pussy for the first time.
My eyes lingered there for only a split second before I moved them lower to the floor. If I kept looking, I’d start wondering how it felt or tasted, and that was not a thought I needed to have with her standing right in front of me.
She still hadn’t moved. She was letting me stare at her, but why? Finally, I forced my eyes back up to hers. She was watching me watch her, heat in her eyes. What was going on?
I didn’t have time to question it before she licked her lips and headed for the showers.
I bit my lip. Surely she knew I’d watch her walk away. Her ass was so round and perfect I almost bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. Iwas so turned on that I needed a few seconds to gather myself before I walked to the showers.
I turned on the water as cold as it would go until my body was calm enough for me to take a normal shower.
“Holy fuck!” I mouthed to myself. I had to get it together. I had to leave the shower and pretend that I wasn’t soaking wet because of my best friend. I had to go on like nothing was wrong. I couldn’t let her see that whatever she was unintentionally doing was affecting me.
I was able to gather myself long enough to finish my shower and get dressed. I was just putting my shirt over my head when she walked out of the showers. I thanked whoever was listening that her body was covered in a towel.
