Just for fun ;-) It's very dirty so don't read it if you prefer "vanilla" stories. Let me know if you like it and suggest anything you'd like me to wr...te about.Marie xYou called me at work and asked me to meet you later, and told me to look especially good since you had a special night planned. I wore a black mini dress over black seamed stockings held up by a retro six-strap suspender belt and could barely walk in the high heels I had on. We ended up at a friend's house for a little party.. Naturally, my brain gave me a question: If the water felt that good on my (not overly sensitive) nipples, how good would it be directed onto my now throbbing clit?Leaning against the wall, I rested one foot against the opposite wall, holding my labia lips open to the spray. The water hitting my little nub felt good, but not quite good enough. Taking the shower head out of its holder, I dropped to a squat with my knees spread wide. (Burlesque classes had helped with poses and flexibility.). ”“Oh!”“Right! Oh.”“Sure, I’ll go with you. I will go with you anywhere you want me.” She chuckled.“Will you follow me into the restroom?”“If that is your desire.”“No!” She was laughing. “I think you really would.” I nodded.“Let’s head to the clinic. We can talk about Melissa and Paul on the way. There should be a way to help get them to communicate better.”We left the cafeteria holding hands as always. I said, “We at least know what the problem is. What is your read on Melissa? Would she. I didn’t see anger, or hate, or rage of any kind. I wasn’t even sure if I saw him, the way he usually looked. He wore a kind of look of recognition on his face which made him appear different than the man who was my teacher. Yet the same dark brown eyes and ruffled, if not more messier hair, stared back at me. I imagined he’d raked his hands through his hair agonising over my story over and over.“Did, err…” my voice croaked. “Did you phone my father?”I expected the answer to be yes. I knew it.