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Robyn's Roommate, Part 2
After we arrive in the bathroom, I turn to Robyn and eased the strap of her tank-top down her shoulder. I bend down to kiss her shoulder, leaving a trail of tiny butterfly kisses up her neck to her ear until I latch on to her earlobe with warm lips and a hungry tongue. I make my way back down to her collarbone and lick in circles along its length as I reach for the hem of the shirt and pull it up over her head, stopping along the way to caress her breasts, so much smaller than my own. I adore her, adore making love to her, because we are the same, even though we are different. It's like making love to myself in a strange way, luxuriating in my womanhood, but better, because I can never look into my own eyes, see the desire there, the lust, the trust. She removes her shorts, and we enter the shower. The water is warm, running down my back as she soaps her hands, and then massages my neck and back in long strokes. I turn to her and kiss her. She is so gentle, so sweet, and I just want to hold her. The water drips off her nose, streams down her breasts. She is Aphrodite of my bathroom, I tell her, and she laughs. I pull the head of the shower out of the bracket and bring it down to dance across her mound, using my other hand to open her to the spray. Her laugh slides into a moan as she steadies herself with a hand on the wall. Her pink slit is too enticing, and I drop the showerhead and kiss her there, softly, then more firmly, until I slide my tongue up and down the slit. I am holding her tightly, each hand grasped around a pink cheek, massaging her ass as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She becomes wet in an unexpected gush, and I make a tentative foray with one finger, adding another. She is so wet, so soft. The feeling is lush, abundant, and I begin to taste her in earnest, sucking on her clit like a babe at the breast. She begins her ascent, telling me by pressing her sweet pussy to my lips and in the mumbled words that finally end in a mantra of "oh yes...oh please...oh yes." I circle her clit with my tongue as she gets closer, and when she grabs the back of my head, I pump my fingers harder, faster until I feel her tighten against them as she shouts out her orgasm, celebrates it. We rinse off once again, return to my bed, and lay near each other under the fan, lazily caressing whatever we can reach.
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