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Day 3...
Okay...eyes opened, still a little groggy but...what's that sound? What's that noise I was hearing?
That was how I greeted our third day on the road.
Leaning up on my elbow, I realized that Marni's side of the bed was empty and, smart broad that I am, I figured the sound I was hearing was that of the shower.
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"Want some company?" I asked, opening the shower door, and stepping in.
"Just in time," Marni answered, handing me the soaped up wash cloth, "Do me, do my back," turning around after saying it.
I took my time, my sweet, delicious time, both of us making chit-chat while I soaped and washed her. This time though, when I washed between her thighs, I purposefully brushed up against her pussy.
And no, there was no 'Heat of the Moment' thing going on now, I touched her because I wanted to.
Rising after washing her feet and ankles, I turned her around and handed her the soapy cloth, saying, "My turn," turning around afterwards, anticipating her touch, wanting her touch.
She was thorough, soaping, washing and touching every nook and cranny of me. When she quickly ran the soapy towel between my ass cheeks, just brushing across my butthole, I felt a nice little tingle in my pussycat, surprising me, but not in a bad way. Turning me around, she said, "My front was already done, yours isn't."
Silently, with a hint of a grin, she soaped and washed me slowly, sensuously, making sure, in particular, that my titties were very, very clean. I was starting to feel the fires of arousal from her touches to me, from her gentle caresses of me.
But, we did nothing to douse the flames.
For my part, I wanted to tease myself, and her I guess, by not succumbing to those desires. Saving it, letting it build up throughout the day. Was I hoping for more sex with her tonight?
Probably, I remember thinking.
Was I really thinking this way about having sex with another woman?
Yep, I was.
What did it mean that I was feeling this way I wondered? Were there some hidden 'lesbian genes' that had been buried within me all of these years?
In the end, I'd decided that I was evidently hornier for sex with another human being than I thought.
We'll ride this pleasure train for as long as it continues to feel right, to feel good. Its all about the sexual release, nothing more sinister or mysterious than that.
Yeah. That's it. We'll go with that...
"Hungry, Jules?" Marni asked as she, like me, stood in her panties, sans bra, looking between the clothes in her bag and those hanging in the closet, trying to decide on what to wear.
"I could eat," I replied, finally deciding on shorts and a tee for clothing.
"Yeah, me too," agreed my travel-mate, "Why don't we grab some breakfast downstairs in the grill before heading out for the fifty-cent tour of Denver?"
"That'll work," I answered, shimmying into my chosen tee afterwards, the material tight across my ta-tas, accentuating their fullness. I rarely go braless, never at work for sure, but this day I decided to do just that.
Out of the corner of my eye as I was applying a bit of gloss and makeup, I noticed that Marni was sorta' eyeing me as she did the same, both of us standing in front of the large mirror in the bedroom of the suite. She had a small smile on her face, and a little twinkle in her eyes as she darted her eyes to the reflection of my boobies in the mirror.
Kinda' made me a little bit happy, yes, it did.
Lots of coffee and a little bit of a shared fruit plate met our need for 'food' that morning, both deciding that maybe we weren't quite as hungry as we thought.
She would drive we had decided since she was familiar with Denver and I wasn't, and tipping the valet gal-cute little thing, by the way-when she delivered the ride, off we drove.
It became quickly apparent to me as Marni drove us from one historical neighborhood through another that like Portland, Denver's citizens cherish their history, respect their heritage. The old, but immaculately restored, turn-of-the-century homes were pleasing to the eye, to the senses. The area known as 'Capital Hill', in particular, sucked me into its charm. The 'Molly Brown' house, the Governor's Mansion, and countless others, brought warm feelings to the heart, at least, for me they did.
She took us through the areas around DU, then into the foothills, through confines surrounded by the majestic stepping-stones of hogbacks and ridges that lead to Colorado's many majestic peaks. Shortly after noon, as we wended our way down the foothills from the quaint old mining town of Idaho Springs, we had decided that, by then , we were both hungry and in need of food and drink.
"What'cha hungry for?" Marni asked with a quick glance to me as she drove us down the curvy highway back into Denver's metro area.
"Well...since you asked, I was just thinking that a 'Dive-Bar' burger and an ice-cold beer was sounding just about right to me," I replied smilingly.
"Know just the place and its not very far from here," Marni said, stepping on the accelerator as the highway flattened out and the western edge of the metro came into view...
I, for the life of me, cannot remember the grille's name though Marni must've told me several times. But, they served a green-chili bacon-cheeseburger that was 'slap yo' mama' good!
We were finishing up our last bites of our food and the second of some seriously-cold Coronas, chit-chatting, enjoying the afterglow of a good meal.
"Well, we have a couple of choices from where we are..." Marni began to say when a voice stopped her cold, the sound and, familiarity?, draining the color from her face.
"Marni?...Marni, is that really you?
Turning towards the voice, my mouth stopped chewing, so stunned was I by the gorgeous woman walking towards our booth.
She was about my age I quickly judged, late twenty-something, and of mixed-race parentage, Afro-American for sure, with a 'hint' of Asian or Polynesian in her genes, but with crystal-blue eyes that seem to laser through you.
"Hi Beth," Marni replied with a quick glance towards me and with a tired smile on her face, "Yep. Really me."
"But, how? I mean, I thought you moved?" Ms. Drop-Your-Drawers Gorgeous was saying, her eyes darting quickly to me, a quick smile acknowledging me.
"I did," Marni began, then stopping, shaking her head with a wry, embarrassed grin," Shit, I'm sorry...Beth, this is Jules, my downstairs neighbor and friend...Jules, this is Beth, a friend from my days at DU."
At the mention of the word 'friend' there was something, I'm not sure what, that passed across Beth's face, her eyes flashing quickly and not in a good way.
"I moved to Portland, wound up living right above Jules, which is how we met," Marni continued, her fingers nervously tapping on our table, tapping in a way that made me think that this was not a 'meet-up' that she particularly cared for.
"Oh, I see," Beth said, her voice a bit nervous? Embarassed? Something, that was for damn sure, I judged.
"Please to meet you, Jules, is it?" Beth acknowledged holding her hand for me to shake.
"Julie, actually, but most call me Jules," I replied, taking her hand briefly in greeting.
