Sofia sat up and twisted her head back and forth. "I'm so stiff from doing homework. Do me a favor, and get on top of me and push the palms of your hands into my back, with as much force as you can."
"Like a massage?" Lisa asked sheepishly. Her heart sped up a little.
"Exactly," Sofia said, removing her t-shirt. Her breasts dangled freely, and Lisa saw that her nipples were indeed dark, almost black, about the size of store-bought chocolate cookies. She also had a belly button ring, and a small scar on her left abdomen. It looked surgical.
Sofia lay down on her stomach. "Just for a few minutes," she said. Her well-contoured ass - the very one Lisa had gawked at that morning - jutted upward like a rolling hill in a painting, the nightstand light shining on it like a sunset. Lisa looked at it; she could see the little goosebumps of Sofia's rich, dark brown skin.
Lisa got on top of Sofia. Her legs straddles Sofia's bottom. She started pushing her hands into Sofia's upper back. Sofia let out a groan. "That's niiiiice," she said.
After a few repetitions pushing her hands into Sofia's shoulders, Sofia said, "My skin's dry. Can you grab that lotion and put some on me?" She pointed to the lotion on the nightstand.
Lisa obliged. She grabbed the bottle of moisturizer, and squeezed a few drops on Sofia's back, rubbing it into her shoulders.
"More, please," commanded Sofia. Lisa added a bit more.
"No, I want a lot, Lisa. Get it all over me."
Lisa sat there for a moment. She realized she was sitting, in just a t-shirt, on this woman's ass. Her pussy was pressed up against Sofia's buttocks. The white lotion was contrasting with Sofia's tawny skin. She took the bottle, pointed it, and squeezed it, spraying Sofia's back with white lotion.
She could feel her pussy pulsating against Sofia's bare ass. Returning to the massage, she pushed her palms into the smalls of Sofia's back, upward to her shoulders. Then went back down to start over, and again. With each hand movement, her pussy - wet again, dammit - slid against Sofia's smooth ass.
Sofia let out another "Mmmmm," then said, "Let me turn over." Lisa lifted her leg up and Sofia rotated to lie on her back. Lisa watched her breasts bounce a little as she positioned herself. She had a desperate look on her face. Lisa looked down and saw that Sofia was rubbing her clit. She looked Sofia in the eye, who returned her gaze with an almost pathetic, puppy dog look, as if seeking permission or forgiveness.
Not sure what to do, Lisa sat there for a moment, mesmerized. She studied Sofia's body. Her breasts were jiggling furiously with the movement of her arm and hand as she rotated her fingers about her pussy. With her other hand, Sofia grabbed her nipple and squeezed it and let out a high-pitched "Ahhhhh..."
With a tone of desperation, Sofia begged, "Take the lotion....when I tell you, squirt it on me. Please."
Lisa looked around for the bottle - it was hidden under the covers but she grabbed it. She got on her knees over Sofia's leg and opened the cap of the bottle.
Sofia groaned helplessly. "I'm almost there....okay....do it now. Please, do it now."
Lisa took the bottle and, with a surprisingly devilish flourish, held it horizontally from her pussy, mimicking a dick, as she had done many times over the years with various items in front of her mirror. She turned her head to catch her silhouette on the curtains of the courtyard-facing windows. It captured the outline of her petite female frame: Lisa's head with her short, neck-length hair, her breasts, hanging freely, the parabola of her ass rounding out her backside. And from her pelvis, her hands gripped around a phallus-shaped bottle. She tilted her head back, as she remembered Gabriel had done, to complete the sexually ambiguous shadow image.
"Mmmm, now!" Sofia beckoned. Lisa squeezed the bottle firmly. A long, white string of lotion squirted out. Lisa had, in fact, used so much force that it hit Sofia in the face, as well as her breasts and tummy. In that moment, Sofia belted out a high pitched cry of ecstasy.
Lisa released and squeezed again, This time it landed on Sofia's stomach and near her bald pussy. She repeated the action a few more times, aiming the bottle like a fire hose in different directions across Sofia's body. Some got on her arms, some on her thigh. During the frenzy, Sofia curved her neck and head upward, convulsing furiously and squealing girlishly. Her breasts shook wildly.
Once the moment subsided, Sofia relaxed back into the bed. She opened her eyes, though some lotion was on her eyelid. She let out a laugh, and began rubbing the lotion into her skin wherever she could. Lisa sat quietly and watched, unsure what to say or do.
"Phew," Sofia sighed. "Okay." As she started to move, Lisa got off her leg and Sofia sat up. "I need to go to sleep." She slipped on her t-shirt and walked toward the door, but turned around and walked back to the doe-eyed Lisa, still kneeling on her bed with the bottle in her hand.
"Have a good night," she whispered, kissing Lisa on the forehead. Then she left the room and closed the door.
Lisa sat there for a moment, bewildered. What just happened? For a moment, she felt angry, almost used. Then she reflected some more and decided not to judge. She lay back in bed, where Sofia had just been. On her bottom, Lisa could feel the wetness Sofia had left on the bed sheets...it cooled and tingled her skin. She stared at the ceiling, thinking about what she'd just seen, and as well, what she'd just done.
She was still wide awake. With that, Lisa got up to go to the bathroom - and to borrow Sofia's hairbrush.