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Chapter 2--The Ondine Experimentation

Amy paused a moment as she drew back the shower curtain. Penny was standing under the showerhead soaping herself, eyes closed in what looked like pure relaxation as the hot water coursed over her. Amy could still hardly believe that only a few hours ago she had been fantasizing about her best friend being in the shower with her, and now here she was.

Penny was using Amy’s loofah (much to Amy’s delight), and long streams of bubbly soap ran down her breasts and incredible abs, over her mons and down her long, long legs. She seemed to be unaware that Amy was watching her as she soaped her breasts, and she brought her hands down between her thighs to wash away the sweat and sex from the night’s exertions. Her hand stopped for a moment, and with her eyes still closed she began absentmindedly rubbing her clit in slow circles.

Amy gawked and pulled the shower curtain closed. Penny’s eyes opened wide; it almost seemed as though she had forgotten where she was for a moment and just now came back to herself to see Amy standing there watching her. At first she jerked her hand away from the joining of her legs, but then smiled lustily and returned to playing with herself. Her eyes drifted closed again as as she turned around to rinse her front off.

Without speaking Amy took the loofah from Penny, lathered it up and quickly soaped her own torso, starting to feel heat rise in her abdomen yet again. “Here, let me wash your back,” she said quietly, and there was no protest from Penny.

Amy took the loofah and began washing Penny’s back, starting with her rippling shoulders and tracing wide, lazy circles downward, her free hand following just behind the loofah to revel in the silky smoothness of Penny’s flawless bronzed skin. Slowly, gradually she worked her way down the length of Penny’s back; how was it that her bestie had a long torso and such long legs? Amy sighed to herself briefly at the unfairness of the genetic lottery; however much she loved her own body (and she did), she couldn’t help that she had always thought of Penny as the embodiment of the ideal female form. When she reached her friend’s rounded, muscular buttocks and began soaping them, a gentle but unmistakable exhalation of air escaped from Penny. Is she ready for more? Amy wondered. She knew that she herself was.

Amy shook the loofah off; there was plenty of soap running down Penny’s back. She took one round, plump cheek in each hand and started a firm massage, working her way up and down, and to the sides. She directed the soap from the small of Penny’s back down between her cheeks and then her fingers were touching Penny’s starfish. Penny gasped slightly and pulled forward, but Amy moved toward her and pressed her own soapy torso to Penny’s back, drawing her close until there was no space between them. Penny ceased any resistance as Amy’s hands slid around to the front and she was at Penny’s breasts again, molding, shaping, pressing, teasing out nipples that had retreated into the areolae under the warm water.

She felt Penny go completely loose, and she wasn’t sure if Penny did it intentionally or if it was just happenstance, but the curves of their bodies aligned perfectly; Penny’s ass was pressing backward and downward, nestled under Amy’s soft belly so that it pressured Amy’s smooth mound, and the feeling was both agonizing and delicious. Penny was gently undulating, increasing that tantalizing pressure; whether she was doing it on purpose or just in unconscious reaction to her own body’s needs Amy wasn’t sure, but decided it didn’t’ matter.

She slid her left hand downward in between their soap-slicked torsos and found the cleft between Penny’s cheeks and began a firm, insistent-yet-soft push inward with her thumb. This time Penny sighed audibly, and before Amy even realized what was happening her thumb entered Penny’s ass. Penny gasped loudly. The soap provided just enough lubricant for Amy to slowly, inexorably slide her thumb all the way up to the hilt inside Penny and she gently began fucking her, the fingers of that same hand finding their way to Penny’s perineum and pressuring it, massaging it in tune with the motion of her thumb. Amy squeezed the flesh between them now, everything feeling instinctual and right as Penny started to shudder. With her other hand she reached around and found Penny’s clit and started massaging it in a tender, circular motion.

It’s like trying to pat your head and rub your belly at the same time Amy thought to herself, amused and simultaneously amazed at the cornucopia of new experiences that was flowing over her like an avalanche this evening. But she soon had the knack, and Penny’s pelvis was thrusting back and forth now, in slow syncopation to Amy’s thumb-fuck as Amy kept her other hand firmly pressed onto Penny’s clit. She was now pressing downward onto the top of Penny’s hood, feeling the nub underneath begin to swell. She pressured it hard until it felt like it wanted to escape; she encapsulated it between her three middle fingers and occasionally rattled them rapidly from side to side. Penny responded fiercely, thrusting her hips forward in an atavistic attempt to further stoke the fire that was building in her.

Just then a loud roar came from across the hall and they both stiffened; it sounded like vintage video game night was getting raucous. The two paused unintentionally, a bit of nervousness entering the equation and threatening to sour it.

“Don’t worry,” Amy reassured her again. “The door’s locked.” Penny seemed to relax just a bit.

“Hey, I just realized that you never made me cum tonight. I did for you!” Penny said suggestively. She craned her neck backward and favored Amy with a dazzling smile, eyes heavily lidded with desire.

“Right,” said Amy, returning Penny’s smile. She stopped rubbing Penny’s clit, teasing her a bit. “I guess now you know what it feels like,” she said.

“Don’t be mean now,” Penny almost whispered, and Amy took her hand from Penny’s ass and held Penny’s head firmly while she kissed her from behind. The water coursed over both their faces as their lips met at this awkward angle, tongues teasing through one another’s lips. Amy was holding Penny’s face, and she could smell the faint musk on her thumb which had just been inside Penny’s nethers. Now she knew what Penny had been talking about earlier in the evening: it was a good smell. Entirely different from the smell of Penny’s slit; muskier, more ripe, but equally intoxicating.

Penny made as if to turn around to better kiss her friend, but Amy gripped her firmly and wouldn’t let her move. There was something of dominance in this position, Amy decided; that holding someone firmly and not letting them turn around, while yet having access to all the delightful parts of her body gave Amy a dizzying sense of power. It seemed to Amy that her muscles grew taught and full of strength of their own accord at this new realization, and Penny ceased trying to turn around, as if in quiet capitulation to Amy’s unmistakable body language.

Amy started to be overcome; this had been her dream for so long, actually: Penny naked, submitting to her will. Penny’s body seemed to become more responsive. Both were completely in synch now and their desires led them down the same path, as if they were communicating on a non-verbal but deeply understood level.

Amy now squatted down, took the middle and index fingers of her right hand and slid them into Penny’s pussy, which was now lubricious and tight, grasping Amy’s fingers as greedily with her vagina as her rectum was now grasping Amy’s thumb, which had slid effortlessly back inside her. Amy was fucking her more intently now: there was a regular rhythm, a more insistent and forceful thrusting. Amy never pulled any of her digits out as she worked Penny over; she kept them tight to the hilt and thrust from there, and Penny was uttering vague, almost indiscernible, animal grunts and groans, her eyes closed, legs spread just enough to allow Amy access. Amy thrilled at feeling the thumb of her left hand and the fingers of her right each in a different orifice of her beautiful best friend’s body, the digits of the one hand so achingly close to those of the other, massaging from the inside that thin strap of flesh that kept them so tantalizingly separated.

Now Penny moaned and Amy had an out-of-the-blue urge to taste her. Finally, she thought, and she pulled out of Penny, who exhaled in what sounded like disappointment. Amy pulled back a bit and spread Penny apart. Penny was no longer even pretending to resist; she bent forward and thrust her ass backward so that Amy had a perfect view—and unfettered access.

Amy took a moment to enjoy that view, that beautiful, puckered pink eye winking at her from between the splendid mounds of Penny’s bottom. The soap had all rinsed away and there it was, bright, beautiful and beckoning; twitching just slightly it seemed. In anticipation? Amy wondered. There was something that looked almost like a little ridge of paler flesh trailing below Penny’s hole toward her taint—is that from anal sex? Just what do she and Leonard get up to? But then Amy found that thinking about Leonard threatened to totally kill the moment, and she set that question aside for later. This was all so new to her, and she wasn’t going to ruin it by thinking about Penny’s husband in any way, shape or form. At this moment, in this place, Penny was hers—undeniably, inarguably hers. The water channeled between Penny’s buttocks and coursed over her anus as Amy took Penny into her mouth.

It was such a new sensation; Amy hardly knew where to start. She licked at first, as innocently and intently as a child licking an ice cream cone. Penny dropped her lower back, arching her belly downward to open herself up even more to Amy. Amy lost all focus toward anything but what was in front of her. It was more heavenly, she decided, even than when Penny had done it to Amy earlier in the evening. Now she pressed her mouth as hard as she could in between Penny’s buttocks, forming suction as she eagerly began to French-kiss her. Surprisingly to Amy, Penny’s sphincter opened and before she knew it her tongue was actually inside Penny, not just licking at the surface. Penny was groaning now in what sounded like desperation, and Amy herself was starting to feel the edges of her consciousness grow fuzzy with desire. She realized that she wanted Penny to cum now probably as much as Penny herself did.

All of a sudden, Penny said “Jesus I have to pee. All that wine! Sorry Amy, but with you tickling my butthole and the shower and I’m about to cum and all…lemme get out real quick. I have to take care of this or I’ll end up pissing on you.” Penny giggled.

In a flash Amy remembered her fantasy from earlier in the evening when Sheldon had come into the bathroom to pee, and before she knew it, she said in her deepest voice: “Well that would be a waste. Just let it go now. I want it on my face.”

“Amy, you have to be kidding. There’s no way I can pee on my best friend’s face! You are such a weirdo!” She grabbed the shower curtain and made as if to leave.

“I don’t think you understood me. It wasn’t a request. Let me have your pee.” Amy could hardly believe herself, but she grabbed Penny by the hips and pushed her back against the shower wall. Penny laughed and started to squirm. “Goddammit Amy I’m serious!”

“So am I.” Amy indeed felt deadly serious now. This was what she wanted. Penny had been hers to command just a minute ago, and she would be damned now if she was going to let this blonde goddess get out of the shower without Amy getting what she wanted.

“Oh for…” Penny trailed off. For her part, she could hardly believe what had already happened this evening. Sure, she and Amy had gotten naked before, but this hardcore, intense, deeply emotional sex was something new. She had fooled around with any number of girls in her life, but in a sudden shocker she realized that what was happening with Amy, here, tonight, right now, was the best sex she’d had in years; maybe some of the best ever. Things had been so rote with Leonard for so long she’d forgotten what it was like to have great sex…and now it was Amy she was having it with?

The implications began to stagger her. Still, she had to admit to herself, implications or not, she wanted this to continue, in no small part because she really wanted to cum, in fact she was breathing heavily, feeling light-headed--overwhelmed with the need for an orgasm--and for some reason that she couldn’t quite fathom at the moment, she needed Amy to be the one who brought her there…

“Hey. Yoohoo…down here. Though you had to pee…” Penny looked down to see Amy, soaking wet, runnels of water coursing down her pale, curvaceous form, dark brown eyes shining with desire and a look of serious intensity on her face. Penny smiled to herself at the realization that a Nobel Prize laureate was on her knees on the shower floor begging—no, she wasn’t begging, she was commanding—Penny to piss on her face. Goddammit I really have to go.

A thrill coursed through Penny. Take-charge Amy was really doing it for her, but despite that (or was it because of that?), Penny wasn’t so sure that she was ready to cede dominance that easily. After all, she was the one with the immaculately toned body of an Amazon goddess, supremely confident, a veteran of countless sexual adventures of every kind—Penny was the one everyone wanted, and she knew it. She also knew that she was being supremely arrogant in this moment, but then again, she’d always known that about herself, and whether it was a flaw or not was immaterial--she wasn’t about to bother herself with philosophical considerations. Right now she was reveling in it. The alpha-female in her took over and, in a tice she knew what she had to do—knew what Amy really wanted from her even if Amy might not. Well I’m gonna show her.

“Fine. You want it? You got it,” she said, and her eyes flashed as she reached down, roughly grabbed a handful of Amy’s wet hair and yanked her head up to Penny’s crotch, stuffing her pussy into Amy’s mouth.

Amy was so shocked that for a second she didn’t know what to do. What had just happened? She thought she was in control of the situation—in fact she had been up until a second ago. She wasn’t ready to give in either, quite yet. Still, her lust for Penny was the overriding factor right now, and she began eating Penny out savagely. She pushed Penny back against the shower wall and licked furiously, sucking Penny into her mouth, forcing her tongue up underneath the hood and lashing the swollen nub therein. God Penny’s clit was so big…and right now it was more turgid than Amy had ever known it, squirming under her tongue like a greedy leech, bloated with the blood of Penny’s desire.

Penny’s eyes went wide: she gasped once, went rigid, and started to cum. She let out a long, distended wail like a banshee keening a wake, and to her surprise (and before tonight she would have thought there were few if any surprises left for her in life from a sexual standpoint), she began to piss in the middle of her orgasm. Her thighs were trembling furiously as she bucked and moaned, heedless of who might hear her, and a hot stream of urine emanated from her, splattering off of Amy’s chin as she arched her hips forward. She grabbed Amy’s head and held her even tighter to her pussy, so that Amy didn’t dare stop, and that was the last conscious action she took as a white-hot sun came to full blossom in the galaxy of her body, obliterating all thought.

Amy herself was dizzy…so excited she could barely breathe, she felt the warm stream of Penny’s urine splatter on her chin and run down her neck and chest. Her scalp hurt where Penny had both hands full of hair, yanking her head forward rhythmically, but it was a good hurt. Other than that Amy remained focused like a laser beam on one thing and one thing only: making sure that she did everything Penny needed to have the strongest possible orgasm she could. She grabbed Penny’s hips to pull her even tighter into her mouth and felt the glorious dimples in the side of Penny’s glutes as Penny subconsciously tensed them in order to thrust her hips forward, as she continued to pant and all but scream in her delirium. Finally, gradually, Penny’s hold relaxed a little and she was (mostly) silent as she occasionally spasmed, each aftershock a little less intense, and as Penny became able to see something other than stars she slowly sank down until she was on the balls of her feet, the only sound in the room the stream of hot water pattering against flesh and porcelain.

Amy was reluctant to disengage, but Penny sinking to the bottom of the tub made it impossible for her to maintain contact. Her knees were killing her so she scooted back, stuck her feet out and then rotated on her bottom so that her back was against the shower wall and her feet were draped over the sides of the tub. She was ridiculously horny again, but much like Penny she was in a sort of daze. She was disappointed that Penny’s urine stream had shut off almost as soon as it started—that had been an incredible thing for her to experience, and she felt almost sad.

She couldn’t feel that way for long though. Penny was still crouched on the balls of her feet, legs spread wide, eyes closed and face flushed bright red as the water largely overshot her. Amy had kicked the shower curtain aside and Penny shut off the water to prevent the bathroom getting soaked. Without even thinking she began to drain the rest of the contents of her full bladder.

Amy reached over and put her hand underneath the stream, and Penny looked down with a smile. She stopped peeing (much to her discomfort), and slowly stood as Amy feigned a moue and put her fingers in her mouth to taste the last drops of Penny falling from them.

Penny was back into the moment now, and remembering her desire to give Amy what she really wanted, she took in a commanding tone again.

“Sit up. Scoot your ass back.” Amy did as she was told, and Penny stood up, straddled Amy’s legs, and sat right down on Amy’s shins as they sat propped on the edge of the tub so that she and Amy were facing one another. Penny spread her legs wide at the knees, the balls of her feet gaining purchase on the scratchy, faded yellow ducks for traction (and here she smiled inwardly at a brief flash of memory from the distant past), heels against the side of the tub. She balanced herself with her left arm, reached down with her right hand to spread her labia apart, and, pausing for a brief second to enjoy the look of reverie on Amy’s face, relaxed and let go.

This was a brand-new experience for Penny too. A bright yellow stream jetted straight forward and splattered into Amy’s face with audible force, causing her friend to gulp in shock. Penny eased back on the pressure and the stream took on a beautiful rainbow arc, shooting up into the air and coming down directly onto Amy’s face. Almost impossibly, it seemed to Penny, she began to feel the warmth of desire rising in her again, but the overriding urge right now was her need to pee. She found to her satisfaction that she could control the speed and volume of the flow, changing the parabola of the arc. She giggled and had fun with this; now splattering it against the wall behind Amy’s head, now tightening down so it spattered right onto Amy’s face, a little more until the stream ended up pattering into a pool that formed around Amy’s navel. So much pee! She didn’t know how she’d managed to hold it for so long, but here it was now, and there seemed to be no stopping it.

Amy had at first been shocked. The salty stream hit her right in the eye with the force of a Super Soaker squirt-gun and it stung like crazy! Not for the first time tonight her life felt like it was in slow-motion. She was in some sort of zen-state, able to simultaneously pay attention to everything that was going on. A stream arced out from Penny, and Amy noted that it wasn’t cylindrical like she might have expected. Instead it was a flat stream that twisted itself multiple times into an uneven double helix, until after the peak of the arc when it splintered into a series of a hundred pearlescent saffron drops raining down onto her.

There was a look of girlish glee on Penny’s face as she altered and diverted the stream at will. Amy could see deep into Penny’s twat now; she’d seen the outside over the years; her fingers had been inside many times, and more recently her tongue, but she had never seen into her friend this way before: the pulpy, bright pink folds of flesh disappearing back into darkness, the urethra fountaining towards her. She opened her mouth in bliss and let some pool inside her…at first it had been strong- smelling but the longer Penny went on, the more it mellowed out until now it was just a pale jet of diaphanous golden fluid.

Amy swallowed a little bit and found it mildly salty and so exciting. She was so ferociously horny now that almost before she knew it her hand was rubbing the pearl in her cleft furiously—she so wanted to cum!

Penny found that she did too, and took her left hand from off the tub and began to rub her clit intensely from side to side as she managed to still carefully direct the stream onto Amy. Talk about multi-tasking! Shit, I’m talented, she laughed inwardly, but she knew she was going to cum again soon, and her stream was about to dry up. As another orgasm started to course through her—fierce and sharp, but not as intense as the one Amy had given her a few moments ago—she heard Amy start to gasp, felt Amy’s legs (she was still sitting on them) twitching beneath her own buttocks, and she held off the pressure, letting the last good squirt build up for the briefest of seconds.

Right as Amy cried out and came—hard--she arched her back, her ass rising from the tub floor with a squeaky tub fart from the suction at the small of her back, only to crash back down in a loud wet slap! She was still frenziedly rubbing her own clit in the middle of her orgasm when Penny gave an aspirated chuff as she peaked and let go with the last of her contents and a swift, wet stream jetted straight forward, spurting onto Amy’s face with an almost indignant splat. Amy’s eyes were closed as she moaned softly and finished cumming. They both giggled simultaneously in the roseate afterglow of their orgasms as their hands gradually slowed and stopped.

“Wow. I have a feeling we really know each other well now” said Amy, in a call-back to Penny’s comment earlier in the evening. A great big cackle burst out from Penny, and her face was red with what seemed like embarrassment.

“Yeah I guess you could say that. I never knew you were such a freak Amy,” she said, sticking her tongue out and biting it between her teeth.

Amy laughed again as the wetness covering her began to cool. “Yeah, what’s up with this? I wanted you to pee on me when the water was on…now I’m gonna get all sticky and smelly!”

“P-hah!” Penny blurted out. “Look at poor Amy—got what she wanted but didn’t want what she got!” With that she bore down and, amazingly, found some more inside her and another short, sharp jet shot out of her, hitting Amy right in the eye. “How do ya like them apples?” She asked, laughing, and then she splurted the last of her piss onto Amy’s belly.

Amy was in the midst of an uncontrollable throe of laughter. “Oh that’s it! Get down here!” Before Penny could react, she grabbed Penny’s arm and pulled her bestie down onto her urine-slicked body. Penny shrieked as Amy sat up, wrestling her to the floor of the tub.

“Ow!” said Penny. “Jesus Amy, you’re gonna bruise me up!” She was sitting on her ass now as Amy stood up, her big rear end facing Penny directly below her. She leaned forward, pulled her cheeks up and slightly apart, and let go a strong, steady stream right onto Penny’s shocked, upturned face.

Penny spluttered and put her hands up, but Amy laughed and maneuvered herself so that it no longer mattered what Penny did with her hands; she tried to block it by putting her hands directly into Amy’s twat but it was coming out so hard that it just started spurting everywhere—out of the tub and onto the floor, walls, toilet, mirror. Amy saw this but not only didn’t she care she actually found it erotic—powerful, even, to see fluid from her body hosing down the room. Covered in urine as she was, the strong smell filling the air, she found that pissing on Penny was one of the most strangely liberating experiences of her entire life. Penny was so arrogant, so cock-sure and downright narcissistic at times, and here she was, helplessly getting hosed down by Amy’s piss.

“Oh my god Amy you’re so dead…” Penny began, but Amy maneuvered herself ever-so-slightly and her stream shot straight in between Penny’s hands and into her mouth. Finally Penny gave up, and actually turned her mouth upward, letting Amy fill her like a cup. Penny leaned back down onto her elbows and just lay there, eyes closed, letting Amy finish. Amy leaned forward, squatted and really bore down, in an ecstasy of sheer physical relief and something else that she wasn’t entirely sure about, but just as she finished, as strange as it was she felt a strong wave of affection for Penny surge through her. Who knew? She thought to herself. Who could ever have known?

When Penny finally capitulated, she felt a strange sense of exultation as she relaxed downward and gave up. With her mouth full she shut her eyes against the ferocity of Amy’s stream and reveled in the warm intimacy of the act. It felt somehow liberating to her too…this was all certainly brand-new territory, but despite her conflicting emotions she had one last surprise for Amy. After Amy finished and stood up Penny scooted back and stood up herself. She took Amy by the shoulders and turned her forcefully around.

“Gee Penny, I…” but that was all Amy got out. Penny still had a mouthful of Amy’s pee and she punched her cheeks from each side with her fists, squirting it out of her mouth in a loud raspberry of a splat, directly into Amy’s face with all the exuberance of a kid squirting her friend with a mouthful of swimming pool water on a warm summer’s day. She had a strange feeling as if an ancient memory of some type were trying to resurface, but then the sensation passed and she was back inside herself, enjoying this instant and nothing more.

Amy sputtered, shocked for a moment, and then just laughed. They were both laughing hysterically, and Amy took Penny by the back of the neck and pulled her tall friend’s head down forcefully for an impassioned kiss.

Such a strange sensation—the faint after-taste of one another’s pee lingering as their tongues met, the cooling liquid on their bodies heating up again as they pressed close, one against the other. The kiss ended and each woman pulled her head back a bit, looking searchingly into the eyes of the other: Penny into deep brown wells of emotion, Amy into those startlingly brilliant hazel-greens, the color of summer grass.

For once Amy felt that there was nothing between them—there was nothing outstanding, nothing left unsaid, no ghosts of unrequited love or lust haunting them. Just warmth and affection, an undeniable love. They held one another in that quiet moment, smiling gently, and Amy drew closer and lay her head on Penny’s chest.

“Oh my god Amy, this bathroom is covered in piss. And so are we,” Penny said suddenly. Another loud roar came from the boys next door, almost as if they were laughing or cheering in response to Penny’s statement.

“Good thing they’re being so noisy, otherwise they might have heard us,” Amy giggled.

“I know, right?” said Penny. “Come on; let’s get rinsed off and clean this place up.” Amy turned on the water and commenced to taking the second shower she’d needed that evening just to wash away the smell of sex. Penny stood waiting impatiently for Amy to finish; Amy thought it a little strange that Penny didn’t just get back in with her, but she could be a mercurial creature, especially when it came to how she acted toward Amy after one of their occasional sexual encounters. Amy felt a little cold inside as she handed the shower off to Penny, hoping that her bestie wouldn’t become distant after this.

With a sudden pain in her chest as she dried herself off, Amy understood how desperately she wished—no, needed—for this night to be more than just a random one-off. She hoped (and would’ve prayed, had she been a praying type of girl) for it to be the beginning of something bigger between the two of them.

She went to the linen closet and grabbed the rattiest old towels she could find, proceeding on to the irksome task of mopping up her own piss from the bathroom walls and mirror. Next time I’m keeping it in the tub, she smiled to herself secretly.

Penny was scrubbing the evidence of the night’s excesses off of herself, enjoying the hot water (and, she had to admit to herself, letting Amy do most of the work. It was after all Amy’s piss that was all over the bathroom.) Then suddenly the old memory that had been trying to surface earlier came to her fully formed, and she stood transfixed.

She remembered herself as a young girl. She couldn’t have been any older than 5. It was a family summer vacation; she thought maybe they were somewhere in Wyoming? There were mountains and a lake, and a campground, and tall trees, and she and another girl her own age were playing in the shallows of the water. There hadn’t been anyone else around; Dad was sleeping under the shade of a nearby tree with a beer in hand and mom was nowhere around.

She remembered thinking the girl with the long brown hair was pretty, (was her name Bethany?) and they played and splashed and giggled, and then their bathing suits were off and they were touching one another’s private parts (“hoo-ha,” Penny remembered the other girl calling it.) Then the other girl put her mouth on Penny’s hoo-ha and that had felt so strange and good. And then she peed on Penny and laughed, and Penny did the same and they both laughed. It was all very innocent—childish, exploratory, completely devoid of any guilt or feeling of wrongness—when in a flash her mother had come out of nowhere and grabbed her, spanking her bare ass and telling her how gross and disgusting she was, and then she threw Penny into the water to rinse off.

She didn’t remember much after that, but that sparkling summer day seemed as clear as if it had happened yesterday. Was that what this was about? Penny thought to herself. Was that why this—admittedly odd mode of sexual expression—seemed so ancient, so titillating, so right to her? Was that why this whole evening had felt…inevitable, once it had finally happened? Had she really been stringing Amy along all these years, knowing that someday a night like this would come? She…

“Penny! I said are you going to help me with this or what?” said Amy, looking slightly annoyed. Penny shook her head, coming out of her daydream. She shut off the shower and opened the curtain. As Amy handed her a towel, Penny saw in her brief flashes of that other girl from so long ago, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable being naked in front of Amy, and wrapped the towel around herself. Amy hadn’t done so—she seems so comfortable in her own skin, Penny thought, maybe even more so than me—but if she noticed Penny’s discomfort, Amy didn’t show it.

Amy had been mopping up the floors; wringing the towel out and then rinsing it in the sink. Penny went to work on the mirror and walls, wondering why she was feeling a new weirdness toward Amy so soon after their crazy, uninhibited evening. At one point Amy lifted up the towel and took a gander almost as though she were peeking up Penny’s skirt, and Penny slapped her hand away.

“Stop it, Amy. We need to get this cleaned up before Sheldon gets back.”

“Jeez. Touchy much?” Amy mumbled to herself, but as Penny looked down she saw that Amy was squatting over a magnifying hand-mirror she had placed on the floor.

“What are you up to now?” she asked. “Are you checking out your own beaver?”

Amy huffed in mock annoyance. “A.—Yes I am, thank you very much. And it’s a pretty nice one if I do say so myself; after all I didn’t hear any complaints from you tonight.” Penny rolled her eyes and smiled just a tiny bit.

Amy smiled back wryly. “And B.—I was actually looking more at my…” here she trailed off.

“Oh for crying out loud it’s your asshole Amy, you little prude. You can stick your tongue up mine but you can’t even say the word?” It came out a little more harshly than Penny had intended, but Amy didn’t seem to notice; she was spreading her cheeks with both hands and staring at the mirror intently.

“Let me take a look at yours again,” said Amy, with almost scientific dispassion. “I think it looks different than mine.”

“For Pete’s sake,” Penny began. “I think we’ve fooled around enough for one night; we’re really pushing it.”

“I’m not talking about fooling around. I just want a quick peek. Please, humor me.”

Penny rolled her eyes again but hiked the towel up over her waist and leaned forward over the sink. “Go ahead; peek away.”

Amy reached up and spread Penny’s cheeks. Not for the first time that night Penny had a strange sense that, although new, this felt strangely normal, and she had no shyness at Amy’s scrutiny of her hind end. Besides, she couldn’t blame Amy for wanting another look…she undid the towel and let it drop onto Amy’s face. No point in any pretense of modesty, she supposed, even if she were having an increasingly difficult time processing what had happened this evening now that her buzz was wearing down a bit and she didn’t feel so incredibly horny anymore.

Amy threw the towel aside and let Penny’s cheeks go, but she couldn’t resist giving them a sharp smack before she returned to her mirror. Penny squeaked and twitched a little, much to Amy’s satisfaction. A bright red handprint immediately welled up on Penny’s right cheek.

“It is different than mine. It’s like yours has a little tail below it, trailing off towards your perineum, and it’s more…puckered than I am.”

“Hah!” Penny gave a quick snort. “That’s because you haven’t had your ass-cherry popped yet. I lost my--uh, south entrance--virginity shortly after my regular virginity when I was fourteen. I went through a phase in my early twenties where I was a rump ranger, a real backdoor kinda girl,” she laughed.

“Well…you had your thumb and tongue inside mine earlier tonight,” said Amy, almost to herself, and she looked a little hazy as though she were lost in that recent memory.

“True…and I guess that’s a good start. But it’s not quite the same thing. It can be…interesting. Very interesting, in fact, especially if the guy knows what he’s doing. And the girl.” Penny turned around and hiked herself up so that she was sitting on the edge of the sink.

Amy sighed. “I don’t think Sheldon would ever do that. I can’t even figure out how to approach him about oral sex.”

“Well, you don’t have to wait for Sheldon if you want a little ass-play…” here Penny trailed off mysteriously.

“I don’t know what you mean,” said Amy. “Are you suggesting that I cheat on Sheldon?”

“Of course not, dummy. Although you’ve gotta admit what we did tonight really flirts with that line. No, I mean get yourself a toy. As I told you once before, big girls have dildoes. Some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life, I gave to myself. Just sayin’. That vibrator I gave you is nice, but you should woman up, go to the dirty store, get yourself a dildo, and give yourself a good old-fashioned mole-holing. Oh, and about Sheldon? Don’t ‘approach him about oral sex’; just go down and start sucking his cock the next time you two are fooling around. I’ve never met a guy yet that complained once I had his dick in my mouth.”

Amy blushed at the thought and stood up. “Well, I think we got it pretty clean in here. You ready to go home?”

“No,” Penny said. “Maybe it’s weird but I don’t feel like going over there and dealing with the guys when I’m all rumpled and without panties. I know they can’t actually do it, but it would feel like they’re reading my mind. You know I’m not the greatest at hiding my emotions.”

“Well, that’s fine. Just text Leonard that you’re hanging out over here for a while until the party’s over. It’s almost…” she stepped into her room to look at the clock “…1 am. I’m tired and want to go to bed.”

“Yeah. Right there with ya. I’m going to be hung over tomorrow. Glad it’s Saturday. Can I use your toothbrush?”

Amy yawned ridiculously wide, and found that the fact that Penny was so nonchalant about using her toothbrush was somehow one of the most intimate and satisfying things that had happened this evening. “Sure. I’ll find you something to wear to bed.” She went to her dresser drawer while the sound of her toothbrush buzzing in the bathroom provided a backdrop to her thoughts. She was so very tired: the booze and the sex and the swirling emotions. Suddenly she just wanted to lay down and sleep more than anything.

She went to her dresser drawer and pulled out two of her flowery, no-frills cotton nighties, tossing one to Penny as she slid one over her own naked skin. Penny eyed it dubiously but put it on, raising her arms above her head and giving Amy one last glimpse at her glorious breasts before she, too, let it slide down over her.

Penny examined herself in the full-length mirror. “Jesus, Amy, I look like Laura Ingalls Wilder,” she muttered, but Amy, suddenly intensely intoxicated at seeing Penny wearing one of her nighties, rushed up to her and pushed her down on the bed.

“I know. That’s the hottest you’ve looked all night.” Penny laughed as Amy softly kissed her neck, then pushed Amy off her. Amy got up and shut off the light in the bathroom, and the lamp in the bedroom.

Penny had lain down in bed, and Amy lay beside her. On a whim she put her arm around Penny, letting it rest in the curve of her waste as she pulled closer, spooning her. Penny didn’t protest.

Another roar of excitement drifted across the hall from the guys’ gaming marathon. “Did you text Leonard?” Amy said, feeling sleep coming on strongly.

“Yes.”

“My eye still tings from your pee,” Amy murmured through a yawn. Penny laughed and elbowed her.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” said Penny playfully.

“Night-night, bestie,” said Amy, who was asleep almost before she could hear the reply.

“Good night Amy,” Penny whispered, but it was actually a long time before she herself could drop off.
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The Awakening of Amy Farrah Fowler