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A story of lesbian humiliation.
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A Wet Day (c) September 1998 by Dafney Dewitt

Jenny stabbed her key into the door.  A thunderclap
sounded in the distance as rain poured down from an
angry grey clouds.  She was forced to park two
blocks away and run through a drenching downpour
because some idiot with Ohio license plates had
parked a bright red Buick in her parking spot.

Out-of-breath, angry, and soaking wet, Jenny stood
just inside the apartment she shared with her lover,
Alex.  Her feet frozen in place, she looked down at
the small pools of water forming around her wet
shoes.

Something was wrong.  The apartment smelled like a
bread bakery.

A blond woman's head popped out from behind the
kitchen door.

"Hi, my name's Susan!"

Jenny clung to the front door knob without speaking.
She was struck speechless by the unexpected
appearance of this stranger.

"You must be Jenny.  Alex, told me all about you."

Jenny managed to mutter a reply, "You must be a
friend of Alex."

It sounded so dumb.  Of course, she was a friend of
Alex. How else would she have gotten into the
apartment?  So Alex had told Susan all about Jenny. 
That did not sound good because Alex had never told
Jenny anything about Susan. Jenny felt betrayed.

Susan flashed her a quick smile.

"You can let go of the door knob now.  I promise not
to bite."

Jenny looked down at her hand, squeezing the door
knob in a hard, white knuckled grip ready to swing
the door open and flee.  Susan's smile made her feel
foolish. Sheepishly, she let go of the door.

"You from Ohio by any chance?" asked Jenny trying
hard to appear intelligent.

"That's right," answered Susan brightly, "I must
have parked in your spot."

Jenny used her fingers to brush the dripping strands
of hair hanging in her face behind her ears. 
Irritated by Susan's smiling face and feeling like a
soaking wet fool, Jenny rushed past her using a
blurted apology like a battering ram.

"I gotta get this wet stuff off," she mumbled
heading straight for the bathroom.

In the safety of the bathroom, Jenny wasted no time.
She stripped out of her wet clothes and jumped into
the shower. The hot spray of the shower melted away
her anger.  It made her feel warm and safe.

Damn good looking, Jenny thought.  No doubt about
it.  Susan-from-Ohio was trouble. Younger too.  Alex
would compare.  Jenny-Susan, Susan-Jenny?  Which one
would she want?  Jenny knew the answer.  It would be
Susan.

Thinking about Alex excited Jenny.  She slipped her
fingers between her legs touching herself. It felt
good.  Rubbing.  Touching herself.  Feeling her
knees start to buckle with desire, the shower
drumming against her body, Jenny felt a wave of
pleasure rising inside her.  Just a bit more and the
wave would submerge her in a foamy torrent of
turbulence. She waited for the wave to crest. She
waited for it to come crashing down.

Suddenly, Jenny screamed.

The shower water had turned ice cold.

"Shit!" she yelled, "Fucking bitch!"

From behind the bathroom door, she heard Susan's
muted voice.

"Oops!  Sorry, I turned on the dishwasher."

Susan turned the dishwasher off, and the shower
warmed up again, but not Jenny.  The moment was
lost.  Frustrated, she stepped out of the shower
and dried off.

With one towel wrapped around her head like a
turban, and another tucked around her breasts,
Jenny padded into the kitchen to confront Susan.

"You're just in time," said Susan removing a
freshly baked loaf of bread from the oven.

The smell was delicious.  Jenny's stomach grumbled.

"I thought you might be hungry.  So I cooked up a
quick dinner of stuffed pork chops, corn, gravy,
mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread."

"It smells wonderful," Jenny admitted outloud, but
inside she was cursing.  Susan not only had killer
looks, she could also cook. Jenny had never learned
how to cook.  The entire kitchen was warm with the
scent of home cooked food.

Susan lifted the apron over the top of her perfectly
coifed hair revealing an unwrinkled flower print
dress.

Little Miss Homemaker, thought Jenny.  She looked so
cool. Little Miss Homewreaker.  She did not look
like someone who had just cooked up a complete
homemade meal for two.

Perfectly composed, Susan pulled out a kitchen chair
and motioned Jenny to sit down.

"Take a seat.  I'll serve you," Susan smiled.

Jenny wanted to hate Susan, but her body betrayed
her.  The food was delicious.  She found herself
asking for second and even third helpings. It had
been a long time since she had eaten freshly baked
bread.  It was delicious.  Alex had put Jenny on a
health food diet so she would loose weight.  It had
been a long time since Jenny had savored the taste
of mashed potatoes covered in gravy and real butter
melting into oven hot bread.  Jenny was in heaven.

After eating, Susan bounced up, taking the plates to
the sink, cleaning up.  She filled the sink with hot
soapy water and started washing the dishes by hand.

"Hey!" Jenny shouted, "You can use the dishwasher
now. I didn't mean to scream at you like that."
Jenny felt guilty. She felt terrible for hating
Susan.

"That's OK," answered Susan," I like washing dishes
by hand."

"Are you sure I can't help?" asked Alex guiltily.

"There is something." "What?" "Brush my hair out of
my face."

Susan turned her head to one side. Jenny looked.

A single strand of Susan's hair had fallen down over
her left eye.  She was not perfect. Jenny stood
behind Susan as she washed the dishes. Carefully,
she brushed the offending lock of hair back over
Susan's ear.

"That felt good," encouraged Susan.  "What?" asked
Jenny provocatively exhaling her hot breath into the
back of Susan's neck. "Don't move," insisted Susan.

Jenny had no intention of moving.  Susan pressed
back against Jenny's body.  Jenny responded by
grinding her towel wrapped pelvis into Susan's
buttocks.  Jenny lightly rubbed her breasts against
Susan's back.

It felt good. It felt right.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Susan
lifted her hands out of the hot soapy water and
turned to face Jenny.  She kissed Jenny lightly on
the lips undoing the towel wrapped around her
breasts.  Jenny felt Susan's warm soapy hands
caressing her.  It felt so right. Jenny closed her
eyes. She was afraid to look Susan in the face.
Afraid that the magic spell would somehow be broken
if Susan looked directly into her eyes.

Effortlessly, Susan pushed Jenny down onto the
kitchen floor.  Jenny's body seemed to floating with
her legs spread wide and the towel sprawled
underneath her. There were a few more quick kisses
and suddenly Susan was between her legs, licking,
and sucking with a hunger that took Jenny by
surprise.  Alex never went down on her. Alex never
let her raw emotions show.  Susan knew what she
wanted.  Her tongue knew what Jenny wanted.

Jenny moaned. It felt good. Oh, so good.

Jenny's body responded.  She started to flow. It
embarrassed Jenny. When she got excited, really
sexually excited, she flowed.  It was more then just
moist, Jenny got soaking wet. It both excited and
embarrassed her. And the more she thought about it,
the wetter she got.  Susan had turned on Jenny like
a water faucet, and she sucked up the fluids making
obscene gulping sounds.  Like an erupting Volcano,
Jenny felt herself over-flowing, helpless against
the natural forces of her body. Moisture dripped
down the insides of her thighs like hot streams of
lava. Susan could not keep up.  Jenny was pouring
out onto the floor.  The towel had slipped out from
under her bottom. There was nothing to soak up the
flood.  A slick, wet pool spread out on the kitchen
floor like rain water. Only Jenny knew it was her
love juices, not rain or water.  In ecstasy, Jenny
shook her head from side to side, her hands pushing
down on Susan's head, urging her to keep licking. 
Jenny heard the roar of blood rushing in her ears.
It was like the rushing sound of the ocean tide
being sucked out, to build a wave.  In a moment, the
wave would peak, the flow would reverse, and she
would be swept away.

It was distant.

The sound was so distant, Jenny thought it was
inside her head, a whispered cry from her
imagination trying to humiliate her. But when
Susan's tongue froze, Jenny's sense of reality
gradually rose to the surface.

There it was again. A voice from the living room.

"Hi, I'm home. Is anyone here?" shouted Alex,
slamming the front door and heading straight to the
kitchen.
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 A Wet Day (c) September 1998 by Dafney Dewitt
 
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