Hunger, chapter 2
Sunlight streamed through the window. Sara blinked and sleepily rubbed her eyes, the white light intense enough to have
woken her from a deep sleep. She was tired after last nights exertions. Speaking of which...
She looked down to see Catherine still there, sleeping like a baby. Sara then realised that she wasn't wearing anything,
and neither was Catherine.
So, it really did happen...
She broke into a smile, took a last lingering look at Catherine and then went to make the coffee.
It was 10 o'clock when she made the coffee, and two hours later, Catherine was just waking up.
Sara had decided against waking her, so had covered Catherine in a blanket and shut the blinds. She had gone out to get
food for lunch, and left a note to tell Catherine this.
Though she had slept for hours, Catherine was still tired - not surprising, after what she and Sara had done the previous
night - and was glad she and Sara did not have work today, a rare coincidence. She stumbled lethargically through to the bathroom,
and it was at this moment Sara burst through the door, shopping bags in hand. There was a slightly awkward moment, neither
women knowing what to say, but Catherine broke the silence.
"I'm just gonna have a shower. Wanna join me?"
How could Sara refuse?
"Sure, I'll just put some stuff in the fridge and I'll be in in a minute."
Catherine grinned, wide awake at once and happy now that she realised that neither she nor Sara had regretted last night.
She left the door open as she entered the bathroom.
Hot water streamed from the showerhead, and Catherine relaxed, sticking her head under the water. Steam clouded the mirrors,
but Catherine didn't care. She needed a hot shower, and she was going to have one.
It wasn't long before Sara joined her.
"Want me to scrub your back?" Sara offered, producing a flannel.
"Yes, please," purred Catherine, turning her back to Sara. She involuntarily groaned as Sara ran the cloth over her back,
massaging the tight muscles in her shoulders and back. She let her head drop forward and the water run down her face as she
closed her eyes and relaxed under Sara's gentle touch. Once her back was done, Sara decided to move round the front. With
Catherine's back still facing her, she pressed her breasts against the slippery smooth skin and moved her hands up towards
Catherine's breasts. She kneaded them slowly, pressing ever further forward.
"Ahhh...," sighed Catherine, her nipples turning painfully hard under the water. Sara slowly moved down towards Catherine's
legs and started to rub up and down until she reached Catherine's slit. Her fingers now split the folds, searching for Catherine's
clit. Catherine was leaning against the wet wall now; her shaky legs unable to support her as Sara's ever eager fingers found
her weak spot. She could feel her legs start to shake and her knees buckle as her orgasm built, faster and faster. Just as
she was about to slip, Sara caught her, and sat her on the edge of the bath, so Catherine could sit against the wall. Sara's
well lubricated fingers worked faster as she kissed Catherine sensually. Catherine groaned into her mouth, unable to hold
the feeling building up in her stomach, starting to moan even more loudly as her orgasm hit.
"Shiiitt! Oh, fuck, oh, Sara don't stop". Sara claimed her lips to silence her with another kiss as she embraced her wet
lover. Her Catherine she thought to herself.
Suddenly she turned round to face Sara now, roughly grabbing her and kissing her with such intensity neither she nor Sara
had ever known.
Her hands moved down to Sara's ass as she continued to explore her lover's mouth with her tongue. Their slick breasts rubbed
together, exciting both of them. Catherine's need for Sara was insatiable, and she grabbed Sara's wrists, holding them above
her head against the wall. Once again, she went for a bruising kiss from Sara.
This new behaviour unsettled Sara slightly, but to tell the truth, she was getting rather turned on by the whole thing.
All rational thought disappeared when she felt Catherine's small thigh pressing urgently between her legs, opening them before
heading straight for her crotch.
Catherine had aimed just right. Her knee rubbed past Sara's aroused clit, before her thigh felt a different kind of wetness.
Sara gasped, her eyes opening in shock. She got out of Catherine's grasp and grabbed her wet hair, pulling her in for a passionate
kiss, pressing the smaller woman's body tight against her own. She felt Catherine moan into her mouth at the power of their
slow, indulgent kiss. It wasn't long before Sara was coming hard on Catherines leg, shuddering against the cool, slimy texture
of the wall behind her overheated muscles.
She reached behind Catherine to switch off the water, and grabbed a fluffy towel from the rail. Sara began to slowly dry
Catherine off. Not a word was said, but it was clear from the atmosphere in the room that no words were needed.
