Seducing Sally Part 2

Faye – Chapter 2: Faye has a surprise for Sally

Even before I opened my eyes again I could feel that she wasn’t there, and when I did open my eyes and my vision cleared it was confirmed. I could have just stuck out my bottom lip and cried right then had I not heard the unmistakable sound of water. I knew it was not raining outside because my flat has windows, and so it must be the shower!

Either Sally is in there or I have a very self-conscious intruder.

Suddenly feeling elated that she was still in the flat I gathered my senses and stood up, I was still naked and feeling rather exposed with my long red hair tickling my naked lower back. I didn’t have time to get dressed though; I needed to confirm it really was the shower I could hear. As I turned towards the door, my knee grazed the neatly folded up duvet on the edge on my bed. The cover had been removed and my bathrobe was also missing, I was confused for a second but I ignored it and left my bedroom.

To get to the bathroom you have to walk through the kitchen. That was when I saw the washing machine was on and, sure enough, I saw the missing cover and a few other bits churning away in the water! How sweet is that? She is washing her own cum off my duvet, ever heard of a man doing that?

Fuck no you haven’t!

I noticed the clock said it was only 6pm so I had slept for less than two hours but I felt so refreshed. Unless that was just the excited little bad girl inside me giving me strength and urging me towards the closed bathroom door.

I tiptoed up to the door and gently opened it, then poked my head around the door. It was very steamy in there and I could see just make out the outline of Sally as she showered. I suddenly felt a rush of excitement about her still being here, this really is for real!

This would be like just the movies! I would sweep the curtain to one side and she would turn to me, smile and invite me in. With than in mind I stealthily reached up to it and quickly swept back the curtain and….

“HOLY FUCK FAYE! You scared the shit out of me!” Sally screeched.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry Sally,” I giggled at her. She was standing there armed with a bottle of shampoo in one hand and a scrunchy in the other.

“It’s okay,” she laughed. I was more than a little relieved to see that she saw the funny side so quickly.

“Sorry, I was just… eager,” I admitted. “When I woke up and you weren’t there I thought you might’ve…”

“Gone?” Sally looked down at me. “Oh, no Faye I wouldn’t just go, especially not after what we’ve done together, okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled and looked up. I was still amazed by her gorgeous body, and getting more than a little bit turned watching the water run all over her petite frame. Her skin looked so soft, the light shining on the water made it look like she was literally glowing. “Think there’s room for two in there?”

“I think so,” Sally smiled and held her hand out to me, and I took it and stepped in.

She positioned the shower between us and I pulled the curtain across; it was like being in a secret world where only the two of us existed. I finished closing the gap in the curtain and turned back to face her, as soon as I did she put her arms around my neck and pulled me under the shower and kissed me.

She pulled me closer so our bodies meshed together with my right leg between her thighs. I felt her pussy rub against my thigh as we kissed, so I added a little pressure for her and raised me knee between her legs, keeping hold of her for balance. I could tell she was enjoying it this from the hard panting I could feel on my lips. It was an amazing moment of heat, touch and seclusion. We kissed and hugged, our bodies slid over each other and I felt her hands in my long hair while we danced in an erotic tangle. I thought she wanted to get off right now but she stopped herself and relaxed against me.

Sally looked up at me and spoke softly, “I’m sorry I fell asleep, I couldn’t help it. I felt terrible when I woke up for being so selfish, what you did to me really opened my eyes, I’ve never felt that way with Steve and I really wanted to…return the favour but I…”

“Hey, it’s okay babe. We have plenty of time for you to…pay me back.” I winked as I said it and my hands brushed over her wet bum. Sally moved the shower away from us with a more serious look on her face.

“You mean… you’d want to do it again?” Sally asked cautiously.

“Of course, didn’t you like it?” I asked, suddenly concerned at the change in mood.

“Yes, yes I loved it, I mean… loved it; I just thought maybe it was a one-time deal.” She looked at her feet as she said it.

“No, why would you think that it was a one off?” I asked feeling a little uneasy.

“It’s just, I wondered if you’d done it because… I don’t know… maybe you felt a sorry for me,” she still looked down as if she was afraid to see the expression on my face. “To be honest, when you pulled open the curtain, a part of me thought you were going to tell me to leave!”

“Sally! No! Of course not, how could you think that?” I said a little more harshly than I intended. “I don’t make people feel better by sleeping with them, what kind of person would that make me?”

“Oh Faye, no I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…” she looked up at me with a hint of panic in her voice. “Please stop, I’m sorry.”

I regained my composure and looked at her; she looked so vulnerable hugging her boobs and shivering a little. I wanted to hold her but first I desperately needed to make her understand. I got hold of the showerhead and made the warm water flow over her shoulders to stop her shivering and I calmly spoke.

“Sally, I didn’t make love to you just to make you feel better. I…” I looked right into her eyes. “I did it because I love you. I have desperately wanted you in this way and every other way for years. What happened earlier was a dream come true for me and, I am truly sorry about what’s happened to you but I can’t ignore my feelings for you and…” I trailed off unable to put words to it anymore.

“Oh… Faye, I had no idea, come here,” she put her hands around my waist and pressed her warm body against mine. “I’m sorry, I’m so confused, but now know one thing.”

“What is that?” I asked her, staring into her eyes.

“I love you too,” as she said that, about 15 million butterflies in my stomach exploded.

“Really,” I asked her. “You really do?”

“I do, you’ve shown me a whole new side of me and I want to explore it more, and I want to do it with you… if that’s okay?” She looked so sincere and her hands locked around my back, it was a moment I would never forget. Unfortunately, I followed this perfect moment up with possibly the most pathetic sentence I have ever said.

“So,” (prepare to cringe) “You… uh, you want to be my girlfriend?” (Yep, I was suddenly an 8 year old again!)

“Yes,” Sally couldn’t help laughing as she watched my face contort in embarrassment. “Yes I want to be your girlfriend!” I smiled so wide my lips nearly ran out of mouth, and laughed like a maniac. Then regained my poise, more or less, and kissed her as if my life depended on it.

In the back of my mind, I wondered what kind of things she wanted to explore. My sexual fantasies were on hold for now. I just hugged her close and enjoyed the most intimate moment of my life, up until then at least.

Here is what you are thinking.

A woman is married for eight years, and then her husband leaves her. Then, the following day she becomes a lesbian and declares her love for another woman. How that could be possible? It is unrealistic and almost too easy!

I know this is what you are thinking because I was thinking the exact same thing. The love of my life suddenly becomes available and turns gay in the space of twenty-four hours? It was in the back of my mind even after she told me she loved me. How does a person change so dramatically? I desperately hoped this was not all some kind of rebound reflex.

As we finished up in the shower and got dressed it continued to puzzle me, and my unease must have shown on my face because a little while later while we were sipping our cups of coffee on the sofa she turned to me with a concerned look on her face.

“Faye… honey are you okay?”

“Yea, yea I’m good,” I told her unconvincingly.

“Are you sure? Since we talked and got out of the shower you’ve been awfully quiet, are you having second thoughts about this? Or about us being together like this?” She sounded worried.

“No, of course not, this is a dream come true for me. It’s more than I ever could’ve hoped for,” I blurted out. “I guess that’s why I’m worried.”

“Well, tell me what’s worrying you and we can talk about it,” she had her head cocked to the side with her damp hair framing her face, my god she’s beautiful.

“I want too, but…” I searched for the right words. “I don’t want you to get angry, or push you away.