Two MMOM stories, one requested!
These are for tomorrow and Sunday's MMOM challenge, but I thought I would go ahead and post these today since now since sams_ceara requested the second one (she asked for Nadine/Miranda). So you guys get a sneaky peek at my MMOM stories! These are both part of the Taboo series (obviously), so they deal with Nick Bronwyn and her book of photos.
Title: Taboo: Handshake Deal
Self-Lover: OFC, Nick Bronwyn
Fandom: Original
Words: 1,217
Date: May 16
Note: Continuation of my story Taboo.
Summary: Nick gets her agent on-board with the book.
Loren poured herself a drink from the carafe on the bar. "You're asking for a shit storm here, Nick. I hope you realize that." She sipped the Scotch and leaned against the bar. The photos were spread out in front of her and she took the time to examine each one. "I mean, these shots are beautiful. But it's going to be called pornography. And it basically is."
"There's a fine line between art and porn, Loren. I'm being careful to stay on the right side of it. And if I cross over, well, that's what editors are for."
"It doesn't matter if it's the most artsy-fartsy thing on the planet," Loren said as she walked back to her seat with the drink in one hand, the photos in the other. "People will protest."
"Call it free publicity."
Loren rolled her eyes. "How are you possibly going to find models willing to take part in this?"
"Craigslist, online ads. Trust me. The modeling world is filled with women who want to be in this book. I'll probably have to turn some down."
Loren leaned back in her chair and turned the glass around in her hand. The photos were on the desk and she couldn't help but look at them again.
Nick smiled. "See? You can't stop looking at them. Sure, we'll get a couple of people into Barnes & Noble because of the controversy. But they'll buy the book. Trust me."
Loren pursed her lips. "You've never let me down before. I thought that Shoes of the World thing was ridiculous, but you proved me wrong there, too." She chewed her bottom lip and shrugged. "All right. Your name means something, publishers will take risks for a Nicole Bronwyn book."
"Great. Thanks, Loren." She bent forward to pick up her bag, and glanced across the desk at her agent. Loren had her head turned, eyes on the photos again. Nick hesitated with her hand on the strap of her camera bag and said, "Loren..."
Green eyes focused on Nick again. "Mm? Yeah. Sorry."
Nick touched her tongue to the corner of her mouth and tapped the camera case. "Would... you like to be in my book?"
Loren laughed out loud. "No."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"No! Absolutely not. Nick, I'm going to have to show these to publishers, who will be sitting across from me at the time. And you want to put in a photograph of me..." She made a vague hand gesture. "No thanks."
"I could disguise your identity. No one will ever have to know it's you."
"Until they look at the glossary."
"I'll list you as anonymous."
"I think you just want to watch me masturbate."
"I really, really do."
Loren opened her mouth, but couldn't come up with any actual words. Nick stood up and walked around the desk, sitting on the edge. She leaned forward and took Loren's hand. "Haven't you ever thought about it? Me and you? Come on, Loren." She guided Loren's hand into her lap and let it rest on her skirt. Loren looked down as if her hand was a separate entity.
"Nick, I-I don't..."
Loren leaned forward. She lightly brushed her lips over Loren's and across her cheek. "Looking at those pictures turned you on, didn't it? What were you going to do when I left the office?"
Loren cleared her throat. The honest truth was that she planned to go into the private bathroom attached to her office and get a little relief. The realization she had been so transparent embarrassed her... but it also excited her to know that Nick was currently licking her ear.
"We need to stay professional..."
"Do you want me to call you 'ma'am'?"
Loren shuddered and said, "No... but... lock the door."
Nick smiled and went to the office door as Loren picked up the phone. "Michelle, hold my calls, please."
Nick twisted the lock and turned, watching Loren stand up and slip out of her blazer. She draped it over the back of her chair, then undid her blouse and let the two halves gape apart. She wore a lacy cream-colored bra underneath, and Nick felt her breath catch in her chest. She started to walk back to the desk, but Loren stopped her.
"Get your camera."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I'm not promising you can use it, but... the idea is..."
"Appealing?"
"Just get the camera, Bronwyn."
Nick grabbed the camera out of the bag and sat on the edge of Loren's desk. Loren sat down in her chair, glanced toward the door, and spread her legs. She ran her hands over her bare stomach, glanced at Nick and the camera, and said, "I've never really had a voyeurism streak."
"Technically, you're being exhibitionist. I'm the voyeur."
"Just take the pictures, Nicole."
Nick brought the camera up and snapped a picture.
Loren pulled her skirt up her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings. She glanced at the photos on her desktop as she moved her hand under the edge of her skirt and touched herself. She sighed and closed her eyes, settling in against her chair.
Nick bit her bottom lip and watched, running her eyes over Loren's body. For years, she had fantasized about Loren, but she never made a move. She was worried about crossing that line from professional to personal. She had been burned far too many times and had to break contact with too many business partners because sex got in the way. But maybe this time...
She snapped another photo.
Loren's eyes opened on the flash. "I'm not doing this all by myself, Nick. Come on. Tit for tat."
Nick licked her lips. "I can't... I mean, with the camera, I--"
"Chicken?"
Nick arched an eyebrow and put the camera aside. She slipped off the desk, unfastened her pants, and pushed them down to reveal her underwear. She wore a pair of men's boxer briefs, with a convenient flap in the front. She perched on the edge of the desk and put one foot on the edge of Loren's chair, placing it between Loren's spread legs. Nick worked her hand into the flap of her underwear, raised an eyebrow, and said, "This isn't going to be a race. We're going to take this nice and slow, all right?"
"Fine with me," Loren said. "As long as we can get some hard and fast later."
Nick grinned and closed her eyes as she touched herself. "I'll bring my camera." She grunted quietly and exhaled, shaking her head. "So... do we have a deal?"
"Sure," Loren said. "But... let's shake on it later."
The Fifth Photograph:
A close-up of a woman's hands, one thumb hooked in the waistband of a skirt. The lacy cup of a bra is visible at the top of the photo.
The Sixth Photograph:
A long length of thigh, a skirt pushed up and out of the way to reveal the top of a stocking. A hand pushing the skirt out of the way, the fingers lost in shadows.
The Seventh Photograph:
A woman standing in front of a window, backlit by the setting sun. She's wearing a white blouse, unbuttoned, and nothing else, facing the camera though we can't see her face. Her body is slightly turned to show that her right hand is between her legs.
Title: Taboo: Advertising
Self-Lover: OFC - Nadine Butler
Fandom: Original
Words: 1,470
Date: May 17
Note: Note: Written by request for sams_ceara. Continuation of my story Taboo.
Summary: Nadine is no stranger to controversy, but this is beyond the pale.
The late afternoon sun was shining through the window, cut by the Venetian blinds, illuminating the den with its dying light. Nadine sat in front of the computer in her boxer shorts and a T-shirt, occasionally fanning herself with a nearby envelope. The air conditioner was on the fritz; they were going to have to get someone out to take a look at it. She blew air up over her face, plucked her hair away from her sweaty forehead, and shifted in the seat.
She navigated away from the KELF website and idly scanned the front page of CNN. Nothing of interest there, so she wandered over to eBay to check on Miranda's auction. A ceramic hedgehog, about the size of a honey jar, standing on his hind legs and wearing a straw hat, overalls, and a pair of eyeglasses. Nadine didn't see the appeal, but Miranda found it cute. Miranda was still the high bidder, so Nadine didn't have to do anything.
Next up was Craigslist. She hummed along with the radio, currently playing old-school Aerosmith. She tapped her bare foot on the carpet and went to Craigslist. Every Monday, she liked to share some of the weird, wacky, and just plain weird things that people put up on the site. It wasn't necessarily mocking the weird; sometimes she would pick things like "Wanted, cheap infant clothes" and see if there was anyone listening who could help.
She wrote down a few items, and then surfed over to the w4w forum. It was a gag she and Miranda started a few years ago, going to the classified area to see if they could recognize anyone they'd slept with in the past. She clicked, and scanned down the list of woefully grammar-deficient people. She saw a listing with "(Squire's Isle)" as the location and clicked on it.
"Looking for women to take part in an intimate photo session. Must be 25 years or older. Nudity not necessarily required. Photos will be included in a book of photos. Contact Nicole Bronwyn for further information. The entire process will be discrete."
There was an email address and a phone number. Nadine was still chuckling over the post when Miranda came in from outside. Her jacket was gone, her blouse hanging limp against her body. She fanned herself with the newspaper and said, "Hey, Dean. AC still busted?"
"Yeah."
Miranda went into the kitchen and Nadine heard the refrigerator open and close. "Hey, babe? Come here a second."
Miranda came out of the kitchen and stood behind Nadine's chair. She pressed a cold bottle of something against Nadine's neck, and Nadine hissed through her teeth. "Mm, yeah..." She licked her lips, pressing harder against the blissful coolness. She pointed at the monitor. "Why do I recognize that name?"
Miranda read the entry and chuckled. "If you want naked pictures, I can take naked pictures." She kissed Nadine's ear. "I don't recognize the name." She left the bottle with Nadine and straightened up. "I'm going to take a cold shower. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Okay," Nadine said. She rolled the bottle over her chest, touched it to her cheek, and called over her shoulder, "Maybe we could ask Mama and Daddy if we can spend the night with them. Just until the house is habitable again."
"Sure, if you want."
Nadine decided she would wait and see how hot it was when the sun finally went down. Her parents were doing a good job of accepting her and Miranda as a couple, but she didn't want to force it down their throats. She uncapped the bottle and took a drink, still looking at the intimate photography post. She picked up the phone, chewed her bottom lip, and finally dialed the number.
#
Nadine tapped on the fogged glass of the shower door and stuck her head in. Miranda had one hand against the wall, leaning forward, aiming the detachable showerhead over her shoulder. The water washed down her back, over her ass, and Nadine momentarily forgot why she'd come into the bathroom. Miranda looked at her, blonde hair darkened by water, and said, "Coming in?"
"Uh, I wasn't planning on it..." She smiled and closed her eyes as the cool air hit her. "God, it feels good in there, though..."
Miranda sprayed the shower door, and droplets splashed onto Nadine's face. She caved and backed away, quickly stripping out of her T-shirt and sweats. She put her glasses on the sink, and then climbed into the shower and pressed against Miranda's back. "Oooh, you're freezing." She wrapped her arms around Miranda's waist and held her close.
"I hope you weren't just drawn by the thought of cold water."
"No, this is nice, too," Nadine said. She kissed Miranda's shoulder. "I figured out who Nicole Bronwyn is. It's Nick Bronwyn. Amy's old girlfriend."
"Oh! I remember her. She's the one that Amy and Kate...?"
"We don't know that."
"Sweetie," Miranda said. "You've seen the three of them together."
"You live in a pornographic world," Nadine said. She took the showerhead from Miranda and aimed it at herself. "I called the number on the Craigslist ad. Turns out 'intimate photos' means pictures of women masturbating."
Miranda laughed. "You're kidding."
"No," Nadine said, giving the word a few extra syllables. "Apparently it's very artistic."
Miranda had turned to face Nadine, and now she took the shower head and aimed it lower. "Did you sign up?"
"I've had enough sexual controversy, thank you," Nadine said. She closed her eyes as the cool water washed over her legs. "But I told her to email me when the book was available. I thought maybe we could read it together."
"Oh?" Miranda said. She ran her hand over Nadine's breasts.
Nadine guided the shower head between her legs and said, "Would you like to see a picture of me masturbating? Would it turn you on?"
"Oh, yeah," Miranda said. She and Nadine shuffle-stepped a bit, their feet tangling together in the bottom of the tub, and Miranda pressed against Nadine's back. She kissed Nadine's neck and closed her lips around Nadine's ear. Nadine groaned and Miranda whispered, "Touch yourself for me."
Nadine aimed the shower head at herself and gasped as the cold water began to pulsate against her sex. She turned her head and found Miranda's lips, kissing her before breaking away with a grunt. She felt Miranda's hands on her hips, her breasts against her back, and her toes curled against the smooth floor of the tub. "This isn't going to take very long..."
"That's okay," Miranda whispered, her breath warm on Nadine's ear.
"Were you doing this before I came in?"
"Mm-hmm," Miranda whispered. "I was thinking about you. All covered in sweat, half-dressed. It's like my fantasy came true." She ran her hands over Nadine's breasts and circled her nipples with the tips of two fingers. Nadine made a quiet, shrill squeak, and Miranda chuckled.
Nadine pressed back against Miranda, who braced herself against the shower's back wall, and she thrust her hips against the nozzle. A few seconds later, she regained control of her body and ran the spray over her stomach and breasts. She handed it to Miranda, who wet down Nadine's hair and ran her fingers through it. "I like short hair," Miranda whispered. "No fuss, no muss."
"Do not cut your hair," Nadine said.
"Are you going to wash it for me?"
"Okay."
Miranda smiled and kissed Nadine's neck. They spent the next few minutes actually bathing, sharing the soap and shampoo before they reluctantly returned to the sauna that was the rest of the house. They put on fresh pajamas, wet down a few paper towels in the sink, and retreated to bed. They lay on top of the blankets and spooned, but not too close because body heat only made things worse.
"I'll stay home tomorrow and wait for the guy," Miranda said.
"Okay," Nadine said. She kissed Miranda, and then said, "Would you really have been okay with me being in that book? People gawking at me touching myself?"
Miranda shook her head. "No. That's just for me."
Nadine smiled. "You're damn right it is." She kissed Miranda again and took one of the wet washcloths, draping it over Miranda's forehead. "Goodnight, baby."
"Night."
Nadine tucked herself against Miranda's side, temperature be damned, and kissed her shoulder. Miranda was right; being in that book would just make her feel weird every time she saw it in the store, and it would make her wonder just who in her life had seen the pictures and knew.
But she was definitely going to order a copy as soon as possible. She smiled and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of Miranda's shampoo as she drifted off to sleep.
Title: Taboo: Handshake Deal
Self-Lover: OFC, Nick Bronwyn
Fandom: Original
Words: 1,217
Date: May 16
Note: Continuation of my story Taboo.
Summary: Nick gets her agent on-board with the book.
Loren poured herself a drink from the carafe on the bar. "You're asking for a shit storm here, Nick. I hope you realize that." She sipped the Scotch and leaned against the bar. The photos were spread out in front of her and she took the time to examine each one. "I mean, these shots are beautiful. But it's going to be called pornography. And it basically is."
"There's a fine line between art and porn, Loren. I'm being careful to stay on the right side of it. And if I cross over, well, that's what editors are for."
"It doesn't matter if it's the most artsy-fartsy thing on the planet," Loren said as she walked back to her seat with the drink in one hand, the photos in the other. "People will protest."
"Call it free publicity."
Loren rolled her eyes. "How are you possibly going to find models willing to take part in this?"
"Craigslist, online ads. Trust me. The modeling world is filled with women who want to be in this book. I'll probably have to turn some down."
Loren leaned back in her chair and turned the glass around in her hand. The photos were on the desk and she couldn't help but look at them again.
Nick smiled. "See? You can't stop looking at them. Sure, we'll get a couple of people into Barnes & Noble because of the controversy. But they'll buy the book. Trust me."
Loren pursed her lips. "You've never let me down before. I thought that Shoes of the World thing was ridiculous, but you proved me wrong there, too." She chewed her bottom lip and shrugged. "All right. Your name means something, publishers will take risks for a Nicole Bronwyn book."
"Great. Thanks, Loren." She bent forward to pick up her bag, and glanced across the desk at her agent. Loren had her head turned, eyes on the photos again. Nick hesitated with her hand on the strap of her camera bag and said, "Loren..."
Green eyes focused on Nick again. "Mm? Yeah. Sorry."
Nick touched her tongue to the corner of her mouth and tapped the camera case. "Would... you like to be in my book?"
Loren laughed out loud. "No."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"No! Absolutely not. Nick, I'm going to have to show these to publishers, who will be sitting across from me at the time. And you want to put in a photograph of me..." She made a vague hand gesture. "No thanks."
"I could disguise your identity. No one will ever have to know it's you."
"Until they look at the glossary."
"I'll list you as anonymous."
"I think you just want to watch me masturbate."
"I really, really do."
Loren opened her mouth, but couldn't come up with any actual words. Nick stood up and walked around the desk, sitting on the edge. She leaned forward and took Loren's hand. "Haven't you ever thought about it? Me and you? Come on, Loren." She guided Loren's hand into her lap and let it rest on her skirt. Loren looked down as if her hand was a separate entity.
"Nick, I-I don't..."
Loren leaned forward. She lightly brushed her lips over Loren's and across her cheek. "Looking at those pictures turned you on, didn't it? What were you going to do when I left the office?"
Loren cleared her throat. The honest truth was that she planned to go into the private bathroom attached to her office and get a little relief. The realization she had been so transparent embarrassed her... but it also excited her to know that Nick was currently licking her ear.
"We need to stay professional..."
"Do you want me to call you 'ma'am'?"
Loren shuddered and said, "No... but... lock the door."
Nick smiled and went to the office door as Loren picked up the phone. "Michelle, hold my calls, please."
Nick twisted the lock and turned, watching Loren stand up and slip out of her blazer. She draped it over the back of her chair, then undid her blouse and let the two halves gape apart. She wore a lacy cream-colored bra underneath, and Nick felt her breath catch in her chest. She started to walk back to the desk, but Loren stopped her.
"Get your camera."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I'm not promising you can use it, but... the idea is..."
"Appealing?"
"Just get the camera, Bronwyn."
Nick grabbed the camera out of the bag and sat on the edge of Loren's desk. Loren sat down in her chair, glanced toward the door, and spread her legs. She ran her hands over her bare stomach, glanced at Nick and the camera, and said, "I've never really had a voyeurism streak."
"Technically, you're being exhibitionist. I'm the voyeur."
"Just take the pictures, Nicole."
Nick brought the camera up and snapped a picture.
Loren pulled her skirt up her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings. She glanced at the photos on her desktop as she moved her hand under the edge of her skirt and touched herself. She sighed and closed her eyes, settling in against her chair.
Nick bit her bottom lip and watched, running her eyes over Loren's body. For years, she had fantasized about Loren, but she never made a move. She was worried about crossing that line from professional to personal. She had been burned far too many times and had to break contact with too many business partners because sex got in the way. But maybe this time...
She snapped another photo.
Loren's eyes opened on the flash. "I'm not doing this all by myself, Nick. Come on. Tit for tat."
Nick licked her lips. "I can't... I mean, with the camera, I--"
"Chicken?"
Nick arched an eyebrow and put the camera aside. She slipped off the desk, unfastened her pants, and pushed them down to reveal her underwear. She wore a pair of men's boxer briefs, with a convenient flap in the front. She perched on the edge of the desk and put one foot on the edge of Loren's chair, placing it between Loren's spread legs. Nick worked her hand into the flap of her underwear, raised an eyebrow, and said, "This isn't going to be a race. We're going to take this nice and slow, all right?"
"Fine with me," Loren said. "As long as we can get some hard and fast later."
Nick grinned and closed her eyes as she touched herself. "I'll bring my camera." She grunted quietly and exhaled, shaking her head. "So... do we have a deal?"
"Sure," Loren said. "But... let's shake on it later."
The Fifth Photograph:
A close-up of a woman's hands, one thumb hooked in the waistband of a skirt. The lacy cup of a bra is visible at the top of the photo.
The Sixth Photograph:
A long length of thigh, a skirt pushed up and out of the way to reveal the top of a stocking. A hand pushing the skirt out of the way, the fingers lost in shadows.
The Seventh Photograph:
A woman standing in front of a window, backlit by the setting sun. She's wearing a white blouse, unbuttoned, and nothing else, facing the camera though we can't see her face. Her body is slightly turned to show that her right hand is between her legs.
Title: Taboo: Advertising
Self-Lover: OFC - Nadine Butler
Fandom: Original
Words: 1,470
Date: May 17
Note: Note: Written by request for sams_ceara. Continuation of my story Taboo.
Summary: Nadine is no stranger to controversy, but this is beyond the pale.
The late afternoon sun was shining through the window, cut by the Venetian blinds, illuminating the den with its dying light. Nadine sat in front of the computer in her boxer shorts and a T-shirt, occasionally fanning herself with a nearby envelope. The air conditioner was on the fritz; they were going to have to get someone out to take a look at it. She blew air up over her face, plucked her hair away from her sweaty forehead, and shifted in the seat.
She navigated away from the KELF website and idly scanned the front page of CNN. Nothing of interest there, so she wandered over to eBay to check on Miranda's auction. A ceramic hedgehog, about the size of a honey jar, standing on his hind legs and wearing a straw hat, overalls, and a pair of eyeglasses. Nadine didn't see the appeal, but Miranda found it cute. Miranda was still the high bidder, so Nadine didn't have to do anything.
Next up was Craigslist. She hummed along with the radio, currently playing old-school Aerosmith. She tapped her bare foot on the carpet and went to Craigslist. Every Monday, she liked to share some of the weird, wacky, and just plain weird things that people put up on the site. It wasn't necessarily mocking the weird; sometimes she would pick things like "Wanted, cheap infant clothes" and see if there was anyone listening who could help.
She wrote down a few items, and then surfed over to the w4w forum. It was a gag she and Miranda started a few years ago, going to the classified area to see if they could recognize anyone they'd slept with in the past. She clicked, and scanned down the list of woefully grammar-deficient people. She saw a listing with "(Squire's Isle)" as the location and clicked on it.
"Looking for women to take part in an intimate photo session. Must be 25 years or older. Nudity not necessarily required. Photos will be included in a book of photos. Contact Nicole Bronwyn for further information. The entire process will be discrete."
There was an email address and a phone number. Nadine was still chuckling over the post when Miranda came in from outside. Her jacket was gone, her blouse hanging limp against her body. She fanned herself with the newspaper and said, "Hey, Dean. AC still busted?"
"Yeah."
Miranda went into the kitchen and Nadine heard the refrigerator open and close. "Hey, babe? Come here a second."
Miranda came out of the kitchen and stood behind Nadine's chair. She pressed a cold bottle of something against Nadine's neck, and Nadine hissed through her teeth. "Mm, yeah..." She licked her lips, pressing harder against the blissful coolness. She pointed at the monitor. "Why do I recognize that name?"
Miranda read the entry and chuckled. "If you want naked pictures, I can take naked pictures." She kissed Nadine's ear. "I don't recognize the name." She left the bottle with Nadine and straightened up. "I'm going to take a cold shower. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Okay," Nadine said. She rolled the bottle over her chest, touched it to her cheek, and called over her shoulder, "Maybe we could ask Mama and Daddy if we can spend the night with them. Just until the house is habitable again."
"Sure, if you want."
Nadine decided she would wait and see how hot it was when the sun finally went down. Her parents were doing a good job of accepting her and Miranda as a couple, but she didn't want to force it down their throats. She uncapped the bottle and took a drink, still looking at the intimate photography post. She picked up the phone, chewed her bottom lip, and finally dialed the number.
#
Nadine tapped on the fogged glass of the shower door and stuck her head in. Miranda had one hand against the wall, leaning forward, aiming the detachable showerhead over her shoulder. The water washed down her back, over her ass, and Nadine momentarily forgot why she'd come into the bathroom. Miranda looked at her, blonde hair darkened by water, and said, "Coming in?"
"Uh, I wasn't planning on it..." She smiled and closed her eyes as the cool air hit her. "God, it feels good in there, though..."
Miranda sprayed the shower door, and droplets splashed onto Nadine's face. She caved and backed away, quickly stripping out of her T-shirt and sweats. She put her glasses on the sink, and then climbed into the shower and pressed against Miranda's back. "Oooh, you're freezing." She wrapped her arms around Miranda's waist and held her close.
"I hope you weren't just drawn by the thought of cold water."
"No, this is nice, too," Nadine said. She kissed Miranda's shoulder. "I figured out who Nicole Bronwyn is. It's Nick Bronwyn. Amy's old girlfriend."
"Oh! I remember her. She's the one that Amy and Kate...?"
"We don't know that."
"Sweetie," Miranda said. "You've seen the three of them together."
"You live in a pornographic world," Nadine said. She took the showerhead from Miranda and aimed it at herself. "I called the number on the Craigslist ad. Turns out 'intimate photos' means pictures of women masturbating."
Miranda laughed. "You're kidding."
"No," Nadine said, giving the word a few extra syllables. "Apparently it's very artistic."
Miranda had turned to face Nadine, and now she took the shower head and aimed it lower. "Did you sign up?"
"I've had enough sexual controversy, thank you," Nadine said. She closed her eyes as the cool water washed over her legs. "But I told her to email me when the book was available. I thought maybe we could read it together."
"Oh?" Miranda said. She ran her hand over Nadine's breasts.
Nadine guided the shower head between her legs and said, "Would you like to see a picture of me masturbating? Would it turn you on?"
"Oh, yeah," Miranda said. She and Nadine shuffle-stepped a bit, their feet tangling together in the bottom of the tub, and Miranda pressed against Nadine's back. She kissed Nadine's neck and closed her lips around Nadine's ear. Nadine groaned and Miranda whispered, "Touch yourself for me."
Nadine aimed the shower head at herself and gasped as the cold water began to pulsate against her sex. She turned her head and found Miranda's lips, kissing her before breaking away with a grunt. She felt Miranda's hands on her hips, her breasts against her back, and her toes curled against the smooth floor of the tub. "This isn't going to take very long..."
"That's okay," Miranda whispered, her breath warm on Nadine's ear.
"Were you doing this before I came in?"
"Mm-hmm," Miranda whispered. "I was thinking about you. All covered in sweat, half-dressed. It's like my fantasy came true." She ran her hands over Nadine's breasts and circled her nipples with the tips of two fingers. Nadine made a quiet, shrill squeak, and Miranda chuckled.
Nadine pressed back against Miranda, who braced herself against the shower's back wall, and she thrust her hips against the nozzle. A few seconds later, she regained control of her body and ran the spray over her stomach and breasts. She handed it to Miranda, who wet down Nadine's hair and ran her fingers through it. "I like short hair," Miranda whispered. "No fuss, no muss."
"Do not cut your hair," Nadine said.
"Are you going to wash it for me?"
"Okay."
Miranda smiled and kissed Nadine's neck. They spent the next few minutes actually bathing, sharing the soap and shampoo before they reluctantly returned to the sauna that was the rest of the house. They put on fresh pajamas, wet down a few paper towels in the sink, and retreated to bed. They lay on top of the blankets and spooned, but not too close because body heat only made things worse.
"I'll stay home tomorrow and wait for the guy," Miranda said.
"Okay," Nadine said. She kissed Miranda, and then said, "Would you really have been okay with me being in that book? People gawking at me touching myself?"
Miranda shook her head. "No. That's just for me."
Nadine smiled. "You're damn right it is." She kissed Miranda again and took one of the wet washcloths, draping it over Miranda's forehead. "Goodnight, baby."
"Night."
Nadine tucked herself against Miranda's side, temperature be damned, and kissed her shoulder. Miranda was right; being in that book would just make her feel weird every time she saw it in the store, and it would make her wonder just who in her life had seen the pictures and knew.
But she was definitely going to order a copy as soon as possible. She smiled and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of Miranda's shampoo as she drifted off to sleep.