While Beka lay back in her bed watching the action on the screen, she heard the door behind her swish open.
It was Trance.
"Beka, are you okay?" she said. "I heard moaning all the way out there! I though you were in pain!"
Beka only looked at Trance, mouth agape. She'd been caught red handed.
"Uh, I'm okay, thanks Trance," she said.
Trance then looked at the screen and the two women, and realized where the moaning was coming from. She moved closer to the screen and sat down next to Beka on the bed.
"Oh," said Trance. "What's that?"
"Uh, it's a..... a film........"
"What are they DOING said Trance. Is that woman actually licki....." Ironically, Beka realized Trance truly has no idea what she's watching. Beka does not want to freak her friend out and send her running by telling her it's a naughty movie! So she comes up with something ingenous:
"It's a..... what they used to call a National Geographic special.... on the grooming habits of American women!"
"Really?" Trance says, looking at the screen with wonder and interest in her big brown eyes. "Why don't they just bathe?"
"Because........... well, they've bathed and everything, but they have to make absolutley sure everything is clean, that's why they're doing that." Beka laughed nervously. She felt her underarms begin to moisten uncomfortably. "Getting at those hard to reach little niches."
"Wooow," she says, "I never heard THAT before. But isn't a bath good enough?"
Beka smiled at Trance's innocence. "Well Trance, let's just say, it's like us girls brushing each other's hair. I mean, you don't need to braid my hair, but you do it. I don't need to do your nails, but we're girls, right? It's what we do. Except, these two decided to go about a more....intimate grooming ritual."
"Oh! That's so sweet!" said Trance. "But I don't get it......why are they moaning so much?"
"Because it feels good. You know, the way a hot bath feels good, or a massage feels good.... it's the same with what they're doing. It just happens to feel really good."
"Ahhh. Wow, I didn't know American women used to do this. It's very sweet!"
The two women sat their watching as the blondes caressed each other, using their pink lips and teeth to nip at this or nibble at that. The minutes went by as the scene rolled on, nothing censored, soft music in the background.
Beka started to feel guilty watching this with her, and telling her this bolony. Her heart pounded, as the intensity in the love scene escalated. Trance by contrast was relaxed, looking at the film, smiling.
Then she asks Beka, "Have you ever done that with your friends?"
"Oh hell no," said Beka, "Not every woman wants to do that. Only women who, um, love and appreciate the body want to engage in that kind of intimacy. I mean, they have to know each other really well."
"So, you've wanted to do it?"
"Huh? Oh, well, yeah, I've wanted to try."
"So why haven't you ever done it?" said Trance, a curious look on her face.
"It's a, very intimate."
"But I thought you said it was just like brushing hair."
Damn. Now Trance and her inquisitive mind, cornering her! Like talking to a little girl.
Beka said, "It is.... and it isn't. I mean, look at them, they're cleaning each others...... niches. It's almost like sex."
"But it's not techinically sex, is it?"
"Um, no."
Just then one of the women moaned loudly, repeating the word "yes" several times and making demands.
"Gosh!" said Trance. "That looks like a lot of fun. I'd love to try it."
**No, no way Trance just said that** thought Beka. She inhaled through her mouth and tried to relax, but couldn't. Her friend's innocence turned her on in ways she didn't know she could be turned on. Beka looked sideways at Trance's lovely profile, at her smooth, candy violet skin, her big, oversized lips. Her eyes dropped to Trance's large full mounds, and for the first time she was curious to know how they would feel in her hands. She wondered what they would look like if she opened up her shirt.
Beka looked away from Trance before she caught her, and looked towards the screen again. There was a craving in her hands.... hey felt empty.
"So um," said Trance. "You and I know each other. Wanna try it?"
"What!...........?"
"The ritual?"
Now Beka choked on her own saliva. Trance pat her on the back until the coughing subsided, although the shock didn't subside.
Beka inhaled and turned to her friend.
"Trance, maybe..... some other time."
"Are you okay? You look nervous!"
"I'm okay. But, I think I should go get some things done."
Trance pouted just sligtly. "Okay. Later!" Trance got up and stepped out of the quarters.
As she walked along the metallic floors of the Maru's corridors, she stopped at a handrail and thought, Why would Beka get so worked up over a cleaning ritual? Hmm, what are the possibilites.............. Trance then trotted off.
........to be continued................