Soft and Smooth

It seemed only fair to tease, after all, given how Katie herself liked to dress. Her miniskirts and short-shorts put Emma over the edge most nights, and she would go to bed early in order to spend an hour alone with that leggy imagery, her fingers, and the fantasy of her roommate's thighs wrapped around her face. And what had once been mere sponging of her underwear on her cheeks, nose, and mouth now became a finger-painting masterpiece of long, glorious whorish decadence. Fucking her pussy with two fingers and a thumb on her clit, she'd dredge up as much of her own lubrication as possible and smear it on her cheeks like rouge, reveling in the musk as she coated her upper lips and nose with her wetness as well. Sometimes, when Katie was asleep, or not home, Emma turned on some old videos that had been lying around of Katie as a younger woman, at a wedding or something fancy. Emma paused it at a moment when her roommate was looking directly at the camera, and proceeded to fuck her cunt and then her mouth with both hands, imagining how hot it would be if younger Katie was actually looking at her, watching her. It certainly made her come extremely hard to imagine it was Katie's juices drenching her, but even without that image she fucked herself to countless orgasms just knowing she was walking around the apartment with slutty girl slowly evaporating off her face, even if that slutty girl was only her.

Emma didn't admit she was out of control very often, but it became harder and harder to deny. She figured something was going to crack soon, and she would likely be out a roommate as well as a friend (or perhaps not! her pussy kept insisting. even if she doesn't swing that way, maybe she'll keep you on as her sex toy! Sigh. Down, girl!).

For this Friday evening out, she had already dabbed herself with her own "perfume", freshly made, and then put on her make-up over her new organic moisturizer, so when she did herself up in as classy and pretty a face as she could muster she could smell cunt underlying her foundation makeup and get a quick erotic charge on every breath. All of her faux-1960s girdles and whatnot were in her laundry pile, so she'd contented herself with a modern but still vaguely practical garter-belt... the straps were wide and the clips were steel and if she popped a garter... well, that just might be an excuse to have Katie help her to re-attach it. Her eyes crossed slightly at the idea and she considered how to go about getting that to happen without seeming too obvious. She knew, though, that she was too scared to let that happen. Not tonight, she thought. Maybe not ever. She drew on her stockings and then put on her classy but sassy knee-length dress, complete with not-too-overt slit up the thigh and perhaps-yes-too overt plunging neckline. She gazed at herself once more in the mirror, licked her lipstick shinier, and switched off the light in her bathroom.

Katie had already started without her, sitting in the living room with a glass of Shiraz in her hand, looking slinky and seductive in her little black dress, her heels crossed, anklets dangling. Emma found her eyes caught by the jeweled pendants around the other woman's chains, tinkling against the fuck-me-pumps, and she couldn't help but follow them up to where those shapely gams disappeared under her skirtline. Katie handed her the bottle and when asked if there was another glass she shrugged in embarrassment at the oversight and indicated no one would be offended if Emma drank directly from the source. "I'm in no rush," Katie indicated.

"'Kay!" responded Emma. More time for me, less time for the guys. The unworthy guys, she insisted, looking her roommate up and down once more. "How was your day, today?"

Katie shrugged and sipped the wine. "Ih. Grad school still not my favorite. I think I should have called it quits after senior year and just went and got a real job."

"But you're totally working in your field!" Emma retorted.

"So are you, but you're raking in the cash while you're doing it. I would kill to have your budget."

Emma was dismissive... "It's not that big a deal. Trust me, your tastes will expand to fill your budget no matter how large it gets."

"I dunno. My tastes are pretty intense already."

Emma had to be silent at this because while the comment was surely not meant as an innuendo, her pussy insisted on treating it as one. Traitor! she howled internally at her lady-bits.

"I mean, I do all right with what I've got, but..." Katie indicated herself with a grandiose, no-doubt wine-enhanced gesture.

"You do more than all right. The guys are gonna love you in that LBD tonight."

"Thank you. Truly. But you're the work of art, here. Or... craft. Or science. I don't know what it is you've got going on over there, but the effort you're putting in is putting the rest of us to shame."

"That has nothing to do with my budget."

She laughed aloud. "Fair enough. It must be something else. Something inside."

"Not sure I get what you mean, girl." But she kinda did, truth be told. She was rutting all the time and absolutely on the prowl. Something inside my underwear, maybe.

"I mean the way you move when you walk, those seams... if I was more into women I'd totally be trying to get in your panties." She arched an eyebrow in Emma's direction.

More into? In as casual a tone as she could muster, feigning drunkenness and giggles, she took the risk: "Have you ever...?"

Katie finished the last of her drink. "I have. But it was a long time ago." She licked her lips and Emma stared raptly at her tongue. "I enjoyed it, but I do prefer men. It would take a very special situation to get me to do that again."

"I see." She silently squirmed in a way that felt very good. "What was it like? I mean, um, what did you do?"

Katie smirked, grabbed the bottle from Emma's unresponsive hands, and poured another swig. "Surely you can imagine for yourself."

"I do. I mean, I can. I mean..."

"You want to know what it's like to eat out another woman's pussy?"

Did she ever! In all the moist, quivering detail. She tried hard not to glance down at where her roommate's shapely legs emerged from the dim recesses of her miniskirt as she recalled the feel of them on her cheeks and chin. She didn't want to push it too far and risk losing the current success of this conversation. She kept it light, all the while feeling that her words still rang false. "Oh, is that what you did?"

The blonde nodded and swallowed. "Oh, yeah. It was a little wild the first time. I was nervous and took a while getting around to business, so to speak. She had the most beautiful pair of legs, and I stared at them and smoothed my hands over them for the longest time. She laughed at me and told me I was getting warmer, but not yet hot."

The same could not be said for Emma, whose thighs were rubbing against one another beneath her skirt as her sodden panties squelched almost audibly. She gulped down more of the bottle and felt certain she was flushed. "Go on," she croaked.

"Well, I didn't want to disappoint her, so I kind of plunged in from then onward. She was wearing a skirt with no panties—I thought that was terribly naughty at the time—and I finished kissing her thighs and put my mouth right on her pussy. I almost lost it, then. I was, like, enveloped in her—cunt-taste, cunt-smell, cunt-heat. Her moisture drooled onto my nose and chin, my senses all filled with her. You know how your pussy smells and tastes, right?"

Emma looked blank and didn't know how to respond. Did Katie definitely know, then? Had she smelled Emma's slutty juices all over her face one morning, or had she seen her at night in front of the TV or in the bathroom? She was terrified... but the image of Katie watching as she smeared sopping panties on her face and neck made her eyes roll back as she pressed her thighs together, and pressed again. "Uh huh. Sure. Right."

"Every girl does! Well, this was totally different, I swear. You're used to the flavors and aromas of your own body, but hers was subtly...spicy—I guess she had eaten cinnamon or something— and exciting! I went kinda rabid and started getting really in there, you know, sticking my face into her snatch, barely coming back up for air, and every time I did breathe I breathed her." Katie shuddered at the memory. "It was quite an experience."

Emma, at the words and the imagery of "in there", had climaxed quietly into the back of her fist, pathetically attempting to conceal it as a long, drawn-out yawn. She didn't think Katie was fooled. "I can tell." Katie herself looked very agitated, now, and Emma wondered if she was aroused. Aroused enough to let her...? "That's... fascinating," she said, re-crossing her legs and placing the back of her heel on the coffee table, allowing her skirt to rise up unconscionably. Well, it had worked on Colin...

And Katie was not lost on the view, as was evident by her lingering glance downward at Emma's too-exposed thighs. Was she showing stocking tops? Emma certainly hoped so, and tried to subtly adjust her seated position to make sure of it.

Katie breathed deeply, her breasts straining at her blouse, then grabbed another swig of her beer and looked at her again with something—hunger, perhaps? Or was Emma just reading too much into this discussion of... eating? She returned her gaze to her roommate's face. "I can't believe you haven't tried it yet."

"What? Tried... you mean, with a girl?" She laughed awkwardly. "Why in god's name would you think that?"

"Just a vibe I catch from you." You know, the "smearing your cunt-soiled underwear on your own face" vibe.

Emma guffawed awkwardly and replied, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno, Em." Katie's eyes were locked on her own. "You're flirty with me, anyway, and you dress all hot, even if you're not going out. And... well, I hear things sometimes."

"Hear...?" God, had Colin told her what she'd fantasized about?

"Porny things. Coming from your bedroom." Oh. Mortifying! But then why did the embarrassment of this conversation fail to take the edge off? Her recent orgasm seemed paltry and not enough to sate her right now. "And then all the time, you walk around smelling like... well, not cinnamon, anyway. Clearly you have an active sex life with a woman... I never assumed it was yourself. Or not only yourself, at any rate." Katie's eyebrow was raised and her lips shaped a smirk.

"I... didn't know you could hear that. You know, it's been awhile since Colin..."

"If two weeks is the new definition of 'awhile'."

"... and I... you know, everyone has needs. I'll... uh... try to keep the volume down."

"Now, what," Katie said, rising and stepping around the coffee table, "makes you think I want you to do that?"

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be disturbed... or get the wrong idea."

Katie sat down beside her on the couch, now. "Oh?" She put her hand on Emma's stockinged knee. "And what's the right idea, Em?"

"I... uh..."

"You know," Katie leaned in, nearly whispering now. "Your face already smells like pussy. Seems like it could be for a better reason, now, doesn't it?"

And without warning, Emma's mouth was on Katie's, attacking her lips with fervor she didn't know she possessed. She wasn't even sure who had kissed whom, just that lipsticks were shared and smeared and tongues were active. Katie's hand rose to Emma's cheek, gently caressing her and holding her there as she returned the affection. Emma was tentative, raising her hand to gently feel for Katie's breast through the blouse, but Katie, perhaps because of her prior experience, was much more aggressive and it wasn't more than a handful of seconds before she was stroking her roommate's sex through already-dampened panties. Emma moaned into the other girl's mouth as she felt the exploration, and parted her legs further in encouragement.

"Have you thought of this before?" Katie murmured knowingly into Emma's ear as her fingers teased at her clit. "You and me?"

"Mmmm hmmm," Emma admitted, all reasons for concealment having vanished with the advent of the well-manicured hand molesting her cunt.

"What did you think about?"

"Your..." the fingers were more insistent, now, sliding under the edge of the panties and into the sloppy mess that was her sex. "... your pussy..."

"Mmmmm... nice... And what about my pussy, hmmm?"

"Your pussy on... on my face."

"That's... a nice image, Em."

"You have no idea... I need it, Katie... Need to lick you. I touch myself about it all the time, imagine that when I taste myself I'm tasting you. Please..." Emma knew she probably sounded whiny and tried to keep it under control. "Even if it's just this once. I'll make it worth your while..."

Katie's eyes were glazed with lust or victory or something more, and instead of responding with words she leaned back into the corner of the couch and hiked up her skirt.

Those creamy thighs opening just for her, the prospect of her tongue, mouth, chin covered in Katie's wetness... Emma didn't need more of an invitation than that, and buried her face in her roommate's already damp and fragrant pussy.

With a juicy mouthful of cunt and a finger diddling her own clitoris, Emma wasn't aware of who came first that evening, but she would have bet dollars to dildos that she came the most often.

When Katie was satiated and pushed her new lover gently away from her sensitive areas, she let the other woman smear herself all over with slick pussy moisture from the new source. Face, hair, tits, even arms and legs were anointed with new perfume, and the heady aroma was driving Emma to distraction. Watching this demonstration for several minutes, it turned out Katie wasn't as satiated as she'd thought, though.

"C'mere, Em. You really should... have some more."

* * *

As the pale light of dawn crept in around the edges of the curtains, Emma felt Katie stir, lightly kiss her neck, and roll off the other edge of the bed.

"Remember, Em," Katie whispered in her ear before she left the room.

And the room swirled around her and the mists of the last months were swept away.

* * *

Her eyes were closed, but her mind was open. She didn't know how many times this had happened before. She didn't remember. She didn't care. She only knew she felt good and that the Voice made her feel that way. She breathed.

"Can you hear me, Em?"

"Yes."

"And you're still asleep?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel, Em?"

"Good. Warm. Sexy."

"Very good, dear. Do you remember what we talked about last time?"

Emma paused. "No."

"Of course not, because I told you to forget. Excellent. But don't worry, you're doing it anyway, even if you don't know it, just like when I told you to put your mask back on. What I want to try tonight is to get you used to some new sensations. Important sensations which will become a part of your life. Are you ready for that, Em?"

"Yes."

"All right. I want you to touch yourself. In a sexy and arousing way."

"Okay." Emma ran her fingers up and down her arms, her sides, even her breasts and thighs.

The Voice was a little perplexed. "Em, dear, that's nice to see, and very sensuous. But there are parts of you that you're not touching. Parts that really want and need to be touched. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes," she replied in a quiet voice.

"Well, go ahead. We wouldn't want them to feel left out, would we?"

The Voice held good-natured amusement, and she felt terrible disappointing it. "I can't."

"Can't? Whyever not?"

"Only bad girls do that."

"Ha! Who told you that?"

"Mom."

"Hmmm... Tell me about that. What happened?"

"I was lying in my bed, touching my naughty spots, and it felt soooo good. Mom came into my room with laundry and saw me. Caught me before I could hide my hands." She stopped short in agitation at the memory. She breathed.

"Go on."

Emma gulped. "She said I mustn't play with my nasty cunt. That only whores did that, and that people would smell cunt on me and call me a slut."

"What happened then?"

"I asked her what a whore was. She slapped me and told me I had a filthy mouth, and then yelled at me a lot more. I hid under the covers until she went away."

"That's pretty messed up, Em. Your mom sounds like a cast-iron bitch. A frigid one, at that."

"Yes."

"Well, that explains a lot. So you haven't touched your 'naughty spots' since then?"

"No."

"Damn, girl! You're an educated woman, surely you know your mother was crazy. It's okay to touch yourself. Damn near required when you're not getting regular nookie. No wonder you're so uptight."

Emma was silent. She kept breathing.

"Well, we'll see what we can do to help you, then. Do you want my help?"

Emma breathed.

"You do." The Voice was insistent.

She did, then. "Okay."

"Good. Honey, the first thing we need to do is reacquaint you with your cunt."

Feminine fingers entered her for the first time in a decade. She squirmed around them in squishy pleasure, and they brought her closer to... something. Some edge she'd never crossed. She almost missed the rest of the Voice's words.

"Em, dear, there is nothing wrong with your cunt, or the smell of your cunt. Nothing. For that matter, there's nothing wrong with being called a slut, but we'll cover that another night. Here... oh, that damned mask's in the way. And I don't want you to wake up. Hmmm... Tell you what, Em. Tomorrow night, when you go to sleep, your mask will smell a little different. You won't be disturbed by this, you'll just breathe deep. As you're doing now. Breathe deep and enjoy. Enjoy the smell of cunt. Do you understand?"

"Breathe deep and enjoy." Her hips thrust upward against the hand that pleased her.

"Right. Enjoy what?"

"Enjoy the smell of cu... uhhh... uhnnt." The bottom fell out of her world and she surrendered to a shuddering, quivering ecstasy that started between her legs and flooded her brain.

Emma breathed.

"Nice. Perfect. This is going to be soooo rewarding. For you, too, of course, I mean. Oh, and this morning you'll get out of the house earlier than Katie does, and won't notice anything odd about that. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Stay asleep, Em, and don't remember any of this when you wake. Good night."

"Good night."

* * *

She remembered, now. Remembered putting the CPAP mask on the next night, noticing the unusual aroma, and finding it good, and unconsciously reapplying her own scent to it a few nights later when the barriers had been broken and she could and did finger herself. Recalled how the vibrator sizzled on her clitoris as the Voice whispered depraved urges in her ear: "Do you feel that naughty pleasure? And do you smell the heat of pussy? They are the same, Em: when you are smelling pussy on your face, you'll be intensely, insanely aroused. You'll want it more and more." Eventually, after nearly a week, the Voice gleefully enticed her to taste herself, to spend her days with extra facial "cosmetics", and to obtain an illicit thrill from doing so.

It didn't stop there, of course: within weeks the Voice had started in on her other behaviors: her compulsive masturbation, her brazen exhibitionism, and her fascination with the soft and smooth feel of Katie's legs. (At least now she knew where the phrase "leg slut" had come from.)