The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 6, Chapter 5)
PART SIX: TIJUANA, MEXICO

Chapter 5

We had just enough time for a leisure shower between having carried all of the Chavez paintings up to our hotel room and going out for some evening fun with our friends.

Bette was so high on energy generated from her art discovery that she was ready to run a marathon race or better yet, ready to take it out on me with extraordinary passion under a very hot stream of water.

I do not know why showers turned us on so much but this particular one certainly topped all the others. We had bought a mesh bag of sponges in a shop that afternoon and we put them in the shower with us. They were all colors, shapes, sizes and textures.

I picked up one of the softer, bigger, porous ones and lathered it with a lavender scented soap. I held it in both hands and rubbed her body with it slowly as the water sprayed on both of us. I started with the front of her neck and went all the way down to her toes. Then I turned her around and did her backside from her head to her feet, languidly, sensuously, lingering over the curves of her bottom as I kissed the back of her neck.

When I finished, Bette took the sponge out of my hands and dropped it. She selected two smaller ones, one for each hand and turned me so that the spray of water was plummeting my back. Her target was my breasts. She caressed them with the sponges. She ran each sponge over my nipples and kissed them with her open month, letting her tongue tease the tips. Then she gently pushed me toward the wall, letting her sponges drop and placed her bent arm up against my shoulder-span, kissing me amorously.  Kisses overlapped kisses. Our mouths pushed hard against each other; our tongues touched and tasted with familiarity.

I reached for a bottle of shampoo and uncapped it, as the kissing continued. I doused her hair with a generous amount of the contents and then my own. She began to rub it into my scalp with her fingers and I did the same to her. We cleaned off all the impurities from the outside world, including anything that may have been lingering from those sad little shacks in the poorest part of town. I shuddered at the thought of it, as we allowed the water to rinse it all out of our hair.