"Even your cunt is soft and delicious," Joyce muttered. "Jeez, you've got equipment in places where I don't even have places. And you don't even use it."
Joyce was kneeling as she carefully washed her roommate's pussy. Lorraine was being carried along on a wave of fire as Joyce's fingers probed and explored her hot slippery cunt-flesh, rolled and tormented her aroused clit. Joyce brushed over her piss-hole, explored the gates of her cunt.
Lorraine had a sudden overwhelming urge to pee. Before she could control it, she felt the first hot, stinging trickle. "Look out," she croaked as the flood burst from her twat.
"Ooops," Joyce responded as the yellow flood poured over her hands and arms. "Oh, well. It'll wash off"
"I'm sorry," Lorraine apologized groggily.
"That's okay. Nurses are used to getting pissed on," Joyce said casually. "Kind of kinky, really." She went back to washing her roommate's pussy.
Lorraine trembled.
"Oh, missed your asshole," Joyce muttered. "Beg pardon, your anus."
Excitement surged through Lorraine. A hard, soapy finger touched her asshole! Her ass cheeks clenched at the probing touch.
"Damn it, don't shit on me, too," Joyce grumbled.
"I won't," Lorraine managed to groan. "Oooooh!"
"Like that, huh? Well, so do I, sometimes," Joyce muttered.
Lorraine wanted to beg Joyce to do anything she wanted, but her fear of being thought a lesbian made her throat knot.
Joyce probed into the hot, slippery tunnel of Lorraine's cunt, and Lorraine was engulfed by waves of fire.
Joyce pumped her thumb in and out of Lorraine's streaming twat. "Might as well explore all avenues."
Lorraine relaxed as a soapy finger probed her asshole, twisted slowly into her tight bung, bored up into her shitter. Lorraine tipped her head back. A finger hit her clit. Lorraine convulsed as an electric jolt ripped along her nerves.
A finger pumping in her asshole, a thumb in her cunt, and her clit being rolled against her pubic arch, Lorraine was in heaven. She was grunting and whining as her pleasure soared. She felt the flame of her orgasm blossoming through her body, felt her cunt flooding, her asshole spasming. The signs of her coming had to be obvious. But Joyce showed no sign of dismay.
"That's it, that's it," Joyce murmured. "That's my girl."
The pleasure faded, and Lorraine's exhausted muscles relaxed. She slumped wearily as the finger left her ass, the thumb slithered out of her cunt. Her pussy-lips closed.
Joyce got to her feet. "Let's get the soap off you. How do you feel?"
Lorraine thought a minute. "Horrible."
They got out of the shower.
"You fall apart and I got to work harder," Joyce muttered as she rubbed Lorraine briskly with a towel. "God knows, no one else would cover for me the way you do."
"You cover for me, too," Lorraine said as they stood naked in the small bathroom.
"Here, take these," Joyce said, giving Lorraine two aspirin, a vitamin pill, and a stomach mint. "What a long lunch break!"
"I haven't had lunch in days," Lorraine said sourly.
"Come on, let's go in the bedroom," Joyce exclaimed. "Jeez, I wish they'd get the air conditioning fixed! Thank God it isn't too hot." She pulled down the covers on her bed. "Lie down while I get some goodies. Then we'll talk."
Lorraine lay down on Joyce's bed. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk. But her resistance had been sapped by the events of the past few days.
Joyce came back in the room with an ashtray, tobacco pouch, and cigarette papers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully rolled two cigarettes.
"Here," she said, handing one to Lorraine.
"I'd rather smoke my own."
"It's grass, dummy," Joyce snorted. "It'll help your hangover. Lemme use part of the pillow."
Joyce's shoulder and upper arm pressed against hers. Out of the corner of her eye, Lorraine could see the alert buds of Joyce's tits, the gentle mounds of her small tits.
"Take a deep drag and hold it in," Joyce ordered, lighting Lorraine's reefer. "Then give it to me.
"What's the other one for?" Lorraine asked. She felt a strange lightness surge through her as she exhaled the faded blue smoke.
Joyce's eyes were closed. She handed the weed back. "For when this one is done," she answered. "Oooooh, that's good."
For a while all the two naked women did was just smoke.
As the second reefer passed back and forth, Lorraine told her roommate about what had happened since Stern's fondling had released her pent-up lust. Without thinking about it, Lorraine let her leg rest against Joyce's.
"I'm falling out of bed," Joyce complained, easing her arm around Lorraine's neck.
"Sorry," Lorraine apologized, lifting her head and slipping her arm under Joyce's back.
"It's okay," Joyce said. Her forearm brushed Lorraine's soft tits, made her tits burn and harden. "So, you were horny-which is understandable- and you did something about it."
"But with patients," Lorraine groaned. "And kids, at that!" She sucked in smoke and felt herself floating higher.
"Huh, wish I had the chance," Joyce said blurrily. "I wish Stern felt that way about me. Or Mansfield, even." Joyce snorted. "At least then I might get fucked once in a while. With the damn night shift and all the overtime, I haven't had a date in months. And, as for getting fucked, forget it. For someone who used to get fucking regularly, it's really hard. If it wasn't for my hand, I'd be climbing the walls."
"You masturbate?" Lorraine asked. If she hadn't been so stoned, she would have been shocked.
"Hand job after hand job," Joyce answered. "But it isn't the same as a cock, or even a tongue. Shit, and I thought you were horny and kindly brought you off in the shower."
"But it didn't do anything for me," Joyce sighed. "Except leave me hornier than ever. Handing the half-smoked reefer back to Lorraine, she reached down and stroked her brown-fuzzed pussy.
Lorraine sucked in a lungful and held it until her head was swimming. "Doesn't seem fair," she mumbled as she exhaled.
"No," Joyce agreed. "You owe me one."
"But I don't have a cock," Lorraine observed.
"There's a vibrator in the drawer," Joyce answered, motioning toward the bedside table. "And, you've got hands and a tongue-if you're willing to use 'em. If not, I'll just do myself."
Joyce's fingers were gently tickling Lorraine's tit, making it squirm and burn.
Lorraine's head felt like a balloon full of helium. The reefer scorched her fingers as she took one last drag. She held her breath. Joyce inspected the roach and stubbed it out unhappily. "I wanted that last drag! And I think I'll get it!"
She lifted herself, rolled toward Lorraine.
Lorraine felt lips touch hers and jerked with surprise. Then, as a wave of pleasure burned through her, she let Joyce pry her lips apart. The smoke in her lungs seeped to her mouth, was drawn from her by Joyce's sucking mouth.
Lorraine's lust blazed higher and higher. Joyce's hand began stroking her hard tits pressed against Lorraine's soft, cushiony ones, and a slender, graceful leg sneaked over her thigh. A pussy was rubbing Lorraine's thigh as her own cunt pressed Joyce's leg.
Lorraine took the marijuana smoke back from Joyce as the kiss went on and on. Lorraine explored her friend's mouth with her tongue. Lorraine liked the feel of Joyce's slender body on hers. Joyce was slowly and languidly rubbing her twat on Lorraine's thigh. Lorraine's hips were humping as she moved her thigh in response to Joyce's need.
Joyce at last broke the kiss, lifted her head and looked at Lorraine. "The vibrator?" she asked desperately.
"Anything you want," Lorraine answered. "Anything."
Joyce reached over to the table. "Yeah, well, I won't ask you to piss on me now, since it'd get my bed wet. Sometime I'd like to try it again, though."
Somehow, it didn't seem crazy. Lorraine felt an irresistible desire for her roommate. The marijuana and booze had swept away her inhibitions. She was ready to do anything, anything at all.