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jenny here! :)
i am not the author of this story. as part of my
public humiliation-(g), i've have been "ordered"
by the author to post it myself !(it's quita an
honer to apear in a story by miss dewitt, and i
thank her)!
if you wish to drop a compliment to the author
about this story, feel free to do so at:
<dafneycdewitt@juno.com>
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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. She was
inpatient to escape the rain. Some idiot with
Ohio license plates had parked a bright red
Buick in her spot. She drove two blocks
before finding an empty space to park, and
was forced to run through the pouring rain.
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 never knew what to say.
Meeting new people was awkward. It made her
feel shy and inadequate.
"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 handle.
"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 with an apology.
"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 out loud,
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 freshly 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 freshly baked 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 overflowing, helpless
against the natural forces of her body.
Hot streams of lava dripped down the inside
of her thighs. 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 would form on the kitchen
floor like rain water. Only Jenny would know
it was something else. 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
Dafney C. Dewitt
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