Northern Proposals by Julia P. Lynde Page B

against the wall. She reached for something.
    "Stand up straight now, Jade," she said. "You can keep a hand on the wall next to you for balance. Wet your hair. I am going to wash it."
    I pushed off against the wall and stood up straight then soaked my hair. I felt her hands, pushing my hair through the water, pulling my hair from my face. Then I leaned away from the water. I felt as she poured shampoo directly onto my head, and she used far more than she needed to. She giggled.
    Her hands felt amazing as she lathered up the shampoo and massaged it into my scalp. " Ohhh," I said, moaning. "Oh, that's nice."
    She spent a long time washing my hair. I felt the soap sliding down my body. Periodically she encouraged it, reaching around me to caress my breasts or tease my nipples. Every nerve ending in my body was alive, responding to her touch.
    "Do you understand what you're doing to me?" I asked.
    "Oh yes," she said. "I very much know what I'm doing to you." She kissed my shoulder. "I am wrapping you around my finger."
    I laughed. "Yes. Please don't stop."
    "Jade, you understand you're going to have lesbian sex tonight."
    "Good."
    "You understand there's a lesbian playing with you in the shower. Doing things to you. Turning you into a lesbian."
    I laughed. "I thought you couldn't make someone gay."
    "Were you a lesbian yesterday when you got up?"
    "No. Or. I maybe I didn't know I was."
    She let me think about it, but not for very long, because then her hands were roaming up and down my body, washing me a second time with the soap from all the shampoo she had used. She reached between my legs again, teasing me, driving me more insane with need.
    "Jessica, I don't know how much more I can take."
    "How much more of this?" she asked, flicking my slit with a finger. I jumped. "Or this?" she gently pinched my clitoris. "Do you want me to stop?"
    "No!"
    "Do you want more?"
    "Yes," I said, moaning. "More."
    She switched hands, reaching around with her left to tease my sex. Her right collected more soap, and then it was at my anus again. Her left flicked my clit. Her right tapped against the opening of my anus. Flick, tap, flick, tap.
    " Ohh," I said, my brain shutting down again.
    Flick, tap, flick, then her finger pushed very slightly inside of me while her other hand pinched my clitoris. I practically jumped out of my skin.
    "Jessica-"
    "Enjoy, Jade. Relax and enjoy. We're in no rush."
    Flick. Press. Slide a little deeper. Flick, pinch, and I was riding both of her hands, begging for more with my body.
    Then slowly she slid back out of me. I felt her fingers depart, but still her left hand continued to tease my engorged and sensitive clitoris.
    "Tell me if you liked that."
    "I did, Jessica.
    She gave me an especially good flick, sending shivers through my entire body.
    "Normally I'd finish you here in the shower," she said. "But you're not anywhere near worked up enough."
    "What?" I squeaked.
    "My turn," she said. She washed her hands under the water. "Rinse your hair."
    She took soap suds from me as I rinsed my hair. I imagine she was washing her hands. Well, one finger in particular. I started to blush.
    "Did you like it, Jessica?"
    "It's dirty."
    "Did you like it?"
    "It's dirty."
    "Did you like it? Answer my question."
    "Yes, I liked it. But now I'm embarrassed."
    "Don't think about that. Think about how it felt. Think about how much you enjoy what I do to you. I like doing it. I like it a lot. I like knowing it's especially intense. I like knowing it makes you feel more vulnerable, more like you belong to me. I like knowing you let me do it. I am going to do that to you. A lot. And it's going to get more intense, once I know you can take it. You're going to love it. You are going to melt in my hands. You won't be able to help yourself."
    "But-"
    "No," she said. "You enjoyed it. I enjoy it. I like claiming you, and invading you is part of claiming you."
    "But I don't think I can do that to you."
    "Good. I don't like it very often.