The farther along Shay got, the more exciting the process became.
"It really is too bad this shower isn't bigger." She mused, and dropped the wash cloth again, but this time on purpose.
Lathering up her hands, Shay started along Dayle's collar bone, and ran her slippery hands along side the pretty blonde's breasts. Giggling as she watched the woman's reaction, and felt her own body respond in kind, Shay moved to the taut peaks that rested in the center of Dayle's perfect breasts.
"I like having my nipples played with...do you?" And before Dayle had a chance to respond, Shay's fingers began playing with the little buds. Tweaking, tugging gently, swirling her fingers around both nubbins, and the larger, darker parts of Dayle's breast, Shay was tempted to give up on the bathing entirely.
Turning Dayle very slightly, allowing the shower to wash away the soapiness, Shay turned the woman's body towards her again, and stuck out her tongue. Looking up at Dayle for a fraction of a second, Shay lowered her mouth and took one of the nipples between her teeth. Giggling, for no apparent reason, the tip of Shay's tongue began teasing the very tip of the nipple. Her other hand massaged the other breast, with an occasional flip of her thumb across the other nipple.
How it was that Shay seemed to feel the things she did to Dayle, in her own body, was nothing she chose to contemplate at the moment. She just knew that with more attention to Dayle's body, Shay would also be receiving pleasure...and orgasm...soon. The feelings were already beginning to show in that area between her legs, and she even felt her toes start to stretch in response.
Flattening her tongue now, Shay released Dayle's nipple from her teeth, and sucked it into her mouth, to lave with her tongue. A constant moan seemed to be coming from Shay now, as if she had to find some way to convey her blissful feelings, without words. For there was no way she wanted to let go of the marvelous mound of flesh she now had in her mouth...not even to talk.
Moving to Dayle's other breast, because she hadn't had her fill yet, and thought she might spread the sensations, Shay's opposite hand moved down Dayle's slick body. Stroking the skin of her side, hip, and buttocks, Shay changed her direction and moved her fingers across Dayle's stomach. Sucking somewhat furiously, she lowered her hand, coming to rest on the furry mound between Dayle's legs.
"Nothing inside?" She had to release the breast then, for she wanted to touch that spot at the apex of Dayle's labia, but had been told not to venture that far. She now needed clarification, for without some penetration, she wouldn't be able to give Dayle the full benefit of her affection.
Elevator Trumps Stairs
"Parts of what I say are jest, yes, but I'm realizing as you and I speak that I should go easy on the humor, until you pick up a bit more. Then again, being British, my idea of humor isn't quite the same as most Americans'. As far as them trusting me, I certainly hope they do; there is the overwhelmingly obvious 'only warm body available that is responsible' cloud hanging over my head, too, but we aren't complaing, are we?" With a wink, Dayle marched Shay through the doors. When the younger woman turned towards the stairs, Dayle was suddenly in front of her, blocking her path.
She gently turned Shay and pointed her towards the elevator. "This way dear. No sense tuckering you out totally, I wouldn't want to carry you through seven flights of stairs. Even though I could," she winked twice at that. Vaguely she wondered if Carol had noticed their entrance; the human would definately notice the elevator activity - as would she notice the stairways as well. If one picked up a dictionary and looked at the definition of 'voyeur' the smiling face of Carol Hedley would likely be included as a reference.
While they waited at the elevator doors, Dayle looked at Shay in the reflective surface - one of the few floors of which had a reflective door. "If I took offense at anything you'd said or done tonight, believe me I'd have said something. No sense taking things to chance, right? Though some people won't be as forthcoming as I, I'd imagine."
When the doors opened, Dayle waved to let Shay in first. "Do you want to stop back at your apartment, or Ginnie's? She'd asked me to tell you to tell her when you returned."
Shay
18 years ago
Dayle
18 years ago
"You were the one who joined me, I blame you," Dayle responded snarkily, or as snarkily as she could what with her nasal British lilt being colored with lust.
Her eyes closed again as Shay's velvet hands moved across her shoulders then down to her breasts, tugging, pulling the turgid peaks, swirling around her areolae. She felt herself turned gently, the spray catching her neck and then she was turned back. She was about to open her eyes and look down when she felt Shay's teeth close gently on her nipple, and gasped again as her tongue flickered across it. She rested her right hand on Shay's head, gently dropped it to her neck to stroke the soft skin there as Shay's hand came up to fondle her other breast.
Dayle's breath was coming shorter now, as the movement and tantalizing actions at her breasts pulled strings that wired throughout her body, tugging the covers off the long-hidden bedmates of desire and arousal. Feeling Shay's mouth enveloping the wholeness of her made it difficult for her to even think about preparing to reciprocate in the near to immediate future. Then the pleasing contact was gone, only to move over to the other breast as Dayle's head went lax at her neck, nearly tilting her face into the water spray. Soaking her hair completely as she gasped with each flick of a tongue, each suck, Dayle's hand played at Shay's neck, her fingertips dancing in her short-cropped coif as those slick hands stroked her side, hip, arse, to tickle across her stomach. Twitching her hip a little with the tickling, she felt Shay's hand stop atop her curls. The wonderful suckling stopped, and Dayle's head came forward to look down at Shay, the soaked lump of hair flipping over to stick to her forehead. Breathing heavily, Dayle's eyes snapped open to look at Shay as if to say, "and you're stopping -why-?" when she was asked to clarify her comment about 'nothing inside.'
Gently coaxing Shay to a standing position, Dayle slowly slid her hand down from the taller woman's neck, between her perky breasts, along her slick belly, to cup her hand on Shay's mostly-bare mound. Finally moving her left hand from the wall, Dayle slid it down Shay's back to the small, just above the cleft of her buttocks and stepped closer to her, pressing her against the wall. Keeping her gaze on Shay's blue-green orbs, Dayle curled her middle finger minutely, just enough to insinuate itself into the moist heat, spreading the soft lips. Leaning forward, touching her forehead to Shay's, Dayle whispered, "Just like this," and pressed her lips to Shay's. Touching the pad of her finger just at the edge of Shay's hidden opening, her two adjacent fingers gently pressing the plush curtains together, Dayle drew her finger back out and along the hardened nubbin at the apex of her womanhood.
Her eyes closed again as Shay's velvet hands moved across her shoulders then down to her breasts, tugging, pulling the turgid peaks, swirling around her areolae. She felt herself turned gently, the spray catching her neck and then she was turned back. She was about to open her eyes and look down when she felt Shay's teeth close gently on her nipple, and gasped again as her tongue flickered across it. She rested her right hand on Shay's head, gently dropped it to her neck to stroke the soft skin there as Shay's hand came up to fondle her other breast.
Dayle's breath was coming shorter now, as the movement and tantalizing actions at her breasts pulled strings that wired throughout her body, tugging the covers off the long-hidden bedmates of desire and arousal. Feeling Shay's mouth enveloping the wholeness of her made it difficult for her to even think about preparing to reciprocate in the near to immediate future. Then the pleasing contact was gone, only to move over to the other breast as Dayle's head went lax at her neck, nearly tilting her face into the water spray. Soaking her hair completely as she gasped with each flick of a tongue, each suck, Dayle's hand played at Shay's neck, her fingertips dancing in her short-cropped coif as those slick hands stroked her side, hip, arse, to tickle across her stomach. Twitching her hip a little with the tickling, she felt Shay's hand stop atop her curls. The wonderful suckling stopped, and Dayle's head came forward to look down at Shay, the soaked lump of hair flipping over to stick to her forehead. Breathing heavily, Dayle's eyes snapped open to look at Shay as if to say, "and you're stopping -why-?" when she was asked to clarify her comment about 'nothing inside.'
Gently coaxing Shay to a standing position, Dayle slowly slid her hand down from the taller woman's neck, between her perky breasts, along her slick belly, to cup her hand on Shay's mostly-bare mound. Finally moving her left hand from the wall, Dayle slid it down Shay's back to the small, just above the cleft of her buttocks and stepped closer to her, pressing her against the wall. Keeping her gaze on Shay's blue-green orbs, Dayle curled her middle finger minutely, just enough to insinuate itself into the moist heat, spreading the soft lips. Leaning forward, touching her forehead to Shay's, Dayle whispered, "Just like this," and pressed her lips to Shay's. Touching the pad of her finger just at the edge of Shay's hidden opening, her two adjacent fingers gently pressing the plush curtains together, Dayle drew her finger back out and along the hardened nubbin at the apex of her womanhood.
Shay
18 years ago
While it was true Shay hadn't finished her exploration of Dayle, she moved where Dayle moved her, to watch and listen. She nearly fell backwards when Dayle touched her clitoris, and involuntarily spread her legs to make Dayle's access easier. This was instruction though, and not Shay's time, so when Dayle withdrew her finger, Shay bit back the cry of disappointment.
Nodding now in complete understanding, well, maybe not complete, but with some understanding, Shay put her hand back on Dayle's mons and let her finger slip inside, sliding back and forth along the squishy little pebble there. She also returned her mouth to Dayle's breast, and with each stroke of Shay's finger, she mirrored the action with her tongue on Dayle's nipple. Shay's free arm again held Dayle close, wrapped around her waist. So far her friend seemed quite stable on her own legs, but anticipating anything, Shay didn't want to have anyone falling on the hard tiles that surrounded them.
Knowing she couldn't delve inside any further, Shay still wanted to know if Dayle was 'wet', and did push her finger a scant into her opening. It was delightful to feel the slick mucous there, proving to Shay that she was doing fine in bringing this small bit of satisfaction to her friend. And again she marveled that with each touch to Dayle, Shay experienced a like sensation. It wasn't as strong as when Dayle had used her own finger, but it was a thrill none the less.
The moaning got louder, their bodies began to hum, and Shay applied more pressure and speed to her finger, as she hoped Dayle was nearing her orgasm. She wasn't sure if the moans she had heard had been her's or Dayle's, but the moisture between Dayle's lower lips was still serving as a positive affirmation. Unable to focus very well on Dayle's upper torso for the time being, Shay planted kisses all around Dayle's belly button, and lower. She didn't venture too far lower, even though she had a desire to do so. It was something she herself hadn't experienced...or had any recollection of, so she wasn't as confident it would be good for Dayle. One day she vowed she would try it...just not at this precise time.
Squatting now, Shay was enthralled with the view, watching as her fingers...now two...kept sliding back and forth, then in small circles, all their focus on Dayle's pleasure hub. Her own pleasure still building, was so much so now that if she hadn't a tight grasp of Dayle's waist, she would have imagined it was her own fingers also inside her apex.
"Oh...oh...fuck...this is...I...don't...understand...Dayle? Dayle? Am I doing it right?"
She hoped the day would come when they would do this again, and Shay would know both herself, and Dayle well enough not to ask. But because she knew it was just a matter of time before she would be having an orgasm, she needed to know if Dayle would as well. That was the reason Shay was here...not for her own pleasure, but for Dayle's. Though Shay was in no way going to halt her own either.
Nodding now in complete understanding, well, maybe not complete, but with some understanding, Shay put her hand back on Dayle's mons and let her finger slip inside, sliding back and forth along the squishy little pebble there. She also returned her mouth to Dayle's breast, and with each stroke of Shay's finger, she mirrored the action with her tongue on Dayle's nipple. Shay's free arm again held Dayle close, wrapped around her waist. So far her friend seemed quite stable on her own legs, but anticipating anything, Shay didn't want to have anyone falling on the hard tiles that surrounded them.
Knowing she couldn't delve inside any further, Shay still wanted to know if Dayle was 'wet', and did push her finger a scant into her opening. It was delightful to feel the slick mucous there, proving to Shay that she was doing fine in bringing this small bit of satisfaction to her friend. And again she marveled that with each touch to Dayle, Shay experienced a like sensation. It wasn't as strong as when Dayle had used her own finger, but it was a thrill none the less.
The moaning got louder, their bodies began to hum, and Shay applied more pressure and speed to her finger, as she hoped Dayle was nearing her orgasm. She wasn't sure if the moans she had heard had been her's or Dayle's, but the moisture between Dayle's lower lips was still serving as a positive affirmation. Unable to focus very well on Dayle's upper torso for the time being, Shay planted kisses all around Dayle's belly button, and lower. She didn't venture too far lower, even though she had a desire to do so. It was something she herself hadn't experienced...or had any recollection of, so she wasn't as confident it would be good for Dayle. One day she vowed she would try it...just not at this precise time.
Squatting now, Shay was enthralled with the view, watching as her fingers...now two...kept sliding back and forth, then in small circles, all their focus on Dayle's pleasure hub. Her own pleasure still building, was so much so now that if she hadn't a tight grasp of Dayle's waist, she would have imagined it was her own fingers also inside her apex.
"Oh...oh...fuck...this is...I...don't...understand...Dayle? Dayle? Am I doing it right?"
She hoped the day would come when they would do this again, and Shay would know both herself, and Dayle well enough not to ask. But because she knew it was just a matter of time before she would be having an orgasm, she needed to know if Dayle would as well. That was the reason Shay was here...not for her own pleasure, but for Dayle's. Though Shay was in no way going to halt her own either.
Dayle
18 years ago
Dayle was actually completely willing to give Shay the gift of the first orgasm between them, but she was beaten to the punch when the other woman's hand was replaced upon her center. The sensations soaring through her made her wish she was leaning against Shay, between the gentle touches at her womanhood and the tongue on her nipple. Jolts of pleasure ran through her as Shay's finger slipped across the nubbin at her center, that Dayle knew from experience was hardened into a little bud. Her knees nearly gave way beneath her as she felt a fingertip barely touch the entrance and felt Shay quiver against her.
She moaned as Shay's hand moved against her, as her mouth laved her breasts. Every breath out took with it a soft moan or a raspy inhalation. Kisses trailed down her belly, all around her navel, to stop just around the edge of her groin before those gentle lips disappeared. Dayle leaned against her left arm, folded against the wall to brace herself up. Glancing down she saw the look of adoration? on Shay's face as her hand moved relentlessly against her soft heat. Shay's grip was strong against her waist as the kneeling woman panted, trying to speak. "Am I doing it right?"
The only way Dayle was able to respond was with a series of squeaking pants, 'hai, hai, hai'; her thighs clamped together as they thrust against Shay's hand, holding it fast against her spasming core.
She moaned as Shay's hand moved against her, as her mouth laved her breasts. Every breath out took with it a soft moan or a raspy inhalation. Kisses trailed down her belly, all around her navel, to stop just around the edge of her groin before those gentle lips disappeared. Dayle leaned against her left arm, folded against the wall to brace herself up. Glancing down she saw the look of adoration? on Shay's face as her hand moved relentlessly against her soft heat. Shay's grip was strong against her waist as the kneeling woman panted, trying to speak. "Am I doing it right?"
The only way Dayle was able to respond was with a series of squeaking pants, 'hai, hai, hai'; her thighs clamped together as they thrust against Shay's hand, holding it fast against her spasming core.
Shay
18 years ago
"I must have one hell of a water heater, is all I can say." Shay laughed, as she and Dayle half sat, half sprawled in the bottom of the shower, the water not quite as hot, but still warm enough, and still beating down on both of them.
"I'm so glad we did that, and I really recommend you do it more often. Nine months is just way too long to go without...don't you think? But you want to hear something really crazy? I swear when I was rubbing you, I could feel it myself...like I had two hands...well, no, I do have two hands, but like one hand was between your legs, and one hand was between my own, and when you came, I came too...not nearly as splendidly as you did, but in a slightly more subdued fashion. It's crazy, I know...but I swear..."
Shay was rambling again, partially because she was keyed up, partially because she was still flying on the rush she, and Dayle had just experienced, but moreso because she had just shared something really special with this wonderful girl in her shower, and Shay had played a huge part in making Dayle feel good.
As a result of all the stimulation, and energy still bubbling inside her, Shay felt an enormous need to talk.
Shay's body was sheltering Dayle's from most of the spray, and what part of the showering water still managed to hit Dayle, reached only one hip and her legs. Lying on her side, with her back to the water, Shay's hand was again toying with a part of Dayle's anatomy. This time she ran her finger up and down Dayle's bicep, skimming the sides of her breast, and ever so often Shay would stray, and circle her friend's nipple. But the movements were all done in a rather self hypnotic manner, with no real purpose other than to give Shay something to do with her hand.
"If you ever want to do this again, I'd love to as well, but I think someplace drier might be better. And...while we're talking about it...can I ask...well no, nevermind. If the opportunity presents itself, I'll ask you then...damn, but that was fun."
Was it polite to ask for the recipient to return the favor, or would it be better if the recipient volunteered? Shay wished she knew more about propriety in general, but right now she wished she just knew the answer to that one question.
Sitting up like a bolt of lightning, the shower now hitting the top of Shay's head and running down the front of her face, Shay gasped.
"Wow, but I'm starving. I've got breakfast in the fridge...shall I get two bags?"
Even though Shay had fed twice yesterday, tonight she felt her normal hunger pangs. She knew Dayle didn't need to feed as often, but forgot when her friend had said she ate last. Alec, had arranged for Shay's refrigerator to be well stocked, probably afraid if he didn't she might start attacking anything living within sight. Shay smiled and shook her head at the silly notion, but it also reminded her...
"I guess we should probably get dressed and go see 'the folks'. You've been just awesome...truly...in every aspect...and I can't thank you enough for going to see Ginnie and Alec with me...but you probably will need to get to work, or get another change of clothes anyway? You're welcome to anything I have, if you want...though I'm sure my tops will be a bit snug."
Eyeing Dayle's breasts was becoming a fascination for Shay, but adoring them was becoming something Shay found quite enjoyable. Straddling Dayle's thighs, Shay bent forward from the waist, and rubbed her face in and around the lush, slippery mounds, ending with a quick suckle, a kiss, and a grin, before she pushed herself upwards, and turned off the water.
Knowing she had to go eat, and setting about doing that, were two separate things. But once she had put the wheels in motion, there was no stopping her. Opening the shower door she grabbed towels, and put her free hand down to assist Dayle up.
"I'm so glad we did that, and I really recommend you do it more often. Nine months is just way too long to go without...don't you think? But you want to hear something really crazy? I swear when I was rubbing you, I could feel it myself...like I had two hands...well, no, I do have two hands, but like one hand was between your legs, and one hand was between my own, and when you came, I came too...not nearly as splendidly as you did, but in a slightly more subdued fashion. It's crazy, I know...but I swear..."
Shay was rambling again, partially because she was keyed up, partially because she was still flying on the rush she, and Dayle had just experienced, but moreso because she had just shared something really special with this wonderful girl in her shower, and Shay had played a huge part in making Dayle feel good.
As a result of all the stimulation, and energy still bubbling inside her, Shay felt an enormous need to talk.
Shay's body was sheltering Dayle's from most of the spray, and what part of the showering water still managed to hit Dayle, reached only one hip and her legs. Lying on her side, with her back to the water, Shay's hand was again toying with a part of Dayle's anatomy. This time she ran her finger up and down Dayle's bicep, skimming the sides of her breast, and ever so often Shay would stray, and circle her friend's nipple. But the movements were all done in a rather self hypnotic manner, with no real purpose other than to give Shay something to do with her hand.
"If you ever want to do this again, I'd love to as well, but I think someplace drier might be better. And...while we're talking about it...can I ask...well no, nevermind. If the opportunity presents itself, I'll ask you then...damn, but that was fun."
Was it polite to ask for the recipient to return the favor, or would it be better if the recipient volunteered? Shay wished she knew more about propriety in general, but right now she wished she just knew the answer to that one question.
Sitting up like a bolt of lightning, the shower now hitting the top of Shay's head and running down the front of her face, Shay gasped.
"Wow, but I'm starving. I've got breakfast in the fridge...shall I get two bags?"
Even though Shay had fed twice yesterday, tonight she felt her normal hunger pangs. She knew Dayle didn't need to feed as often, but forgot when her friend had said she ate last. Alec, had arranged for Shay's refrigerator to be well stocked, probably afraid if he didn't she might start attacking anything living within sight. Shay smiled and shook her head at the silly notion, but it also reminded her...
"I guess we should probably get dressed and go see 'the folks'. You've been just awesome...truly...in every aspect...and I can't thank you enough for going to see Ginnie and Alec with me...but you probably will need to get to work, or get another change of clothes anyway? You're welcome to anything I have, if you want...though I'm sure my tops will be a bit snug."
Eyeing Dayle's breasts was becoming a fascination for Shay, but adoring them was becoming something Shay found quite enjoyable. Straddling Dayle's thighs, Shay bent forward from the waist, and rubbed her face in and around the lush, slippery mounds, ending with a quick suckle, a kiss, and a grin, before she pushed herself upwards, and turned off the water.
Knowing she had to go eat, and setting about doing that, were two separate things. But once she had put the wheels in motion, there was no stopping her. Opening the shower door she grabbed towels, and put her free hand down to assist Dayle up.
Dayle
18 years ago
Dayle was still 'suffering' the aftereffects of the body-wracking orgasm Shay had given her when the woman's American accent flitted over her mind and senses. She realized her arse was a little cooler than the rest of her and remembered that she had fallen under the spray to rest on her bottom against one of the walls she'd been holding up with her ecstasy. She was rambling, moreso than Dayle thought she'd had energy, but then perhaps the climax Shay had experienced had revitalized her in a way the shower had not.
Though Dayle didn't spend more than a moment or two analyzing what Shay was saying, she enjoyed the gentle touches when Shay mentioned wanting to ask a question. "What question was that, Shay? And yes," Dayle admitted with a smile, "Rollicking good fun."
Then Shay was sitting up, spraying water on Dayle's middle and offered breakfast. "I'm quite good, sated even, still from my last meal. Save it for yourself, you need to eat much more often than I do..."
The idea of using Shay's clothes was an easy one to almost say 'yes' to. But then Dayle realized that, if Shay had not been the one she spent the night with, it wouldn't have been a problem to say 'yes.' As it was, Dayle logically thought out as she giggled when Shay nuzzled her breasts and turned off the water to disappear from her point of view, she figured Ginnie had bought the clothes - all of the clothes - for her since Shay had not previously left the Domicile. So when she stood with Shay's assistance, knees still a little gooey - as were her feminine bits - she responded, "No, that's okay, maybe some other time, my own clothes were still fresh last night so it's okay if I meander about with them."
Drying herself quickly she found her panties and slipped back into them, and folded the pajama top and bottoms together before returning to the bedroom to set them on the mussed bed. With a quick flip, she returned the covers to their full, bedmade position and found her clothes to re-dress.
Though Dayle didn't spend more than a moment or two analyzing what Shay was saying, she enjoyed the gentle touches when Shay mentioned wanting to ask a question. "What question was that, Shay? And yes," Dayle admitted with a smile, "Rollicking good fun."
Then Shay was sitting up, spraying water on Dayle's middle and offered breakfast. "I'm quite good, sated even, still from my last meal. Save it for yourself, you need to eat much more often than I do..."
The idea of using Shay's clothes was an easy one to almost say 'yes' to. But then Dayle realized that, if Shay had not been the one she spent the night with, it wouldn't have been a problem to say 'yes.' As it was, Dayle logically thought out as she giggled when Shay nuzzled her breasts and turned off the water to disappear from her point of view, she figured Ginnie had bought the clothes - all of the clothes - for her since Shay had not previously left the Domicile. So when she stood with Shay's assistance, knees still a little gooey - as were her feminine bits - she responded, "No, that's okay, maybe some other time, my own clothes were still fresh last night so it's okay if I meander about with them."
Drying herself quickly she found her panties and slipped back into them, and folded the pajama top and bottoms together before returning to the bedroom to set them on the mussed bed. With a quick flip, she returned the covers to their full, bedmade position and found her clothes to re-dress.
Shay
18 years ago
Shay stood on the bathmat for just long enough to rough the towel around her short hair, then wrapping the towel around her waist, for warmth, and to prevent water from dripping on anything, strutted into the kitchen. What had just occurred in the shower still had her head reeling, but in a most wonderful way. Mixed with confusion over how it was she seemingly felt her own fingers, moving across her sex, while they were in fact moving across Dayle, was just too crazy to think about vocalizing to Dayle.
Taking a bag from the refrigerator, Shay stuck the rounded plastic corner into her mouth and bit down. She supposed it would have been more refined to pour the liquid into a glass, but this way was quicker and cut down on her need for the dishwasher. The minimal taste of plastic wasn't great, but she got past that once the blood oozed down her throat.
It was completely different, drinking from a human, and Shay admitted to herself, she enjoyed it a hundred times more. Maybe if she allowed the blood from the refrigerator to warm, at least to room temperature, it would make a difference. But instead of considering that for more than a brief few seconds, she made the decision to try and have her meals out, as much as possible.
"For now, I think I'll keep having dinner at home, but make it a practice to have breakfast out. Do you like to have your meals out...and do you prefer to eat alone?"
Striving to become a more self-sufficient adult was one of Shay's main goals at that moment, along with getting a grip on the vampire lifestyle. In an attempt to do both, she knew it would be to her benefit to have someone else along until she felt she could accomplish the feeding process and not put her or her donor in jeopardy.
And...she liked being with Dayle.
Still sucking on the bag as she re-entered the bedroom, she watched her friend dress. Funny fluttery feelings still jumped around her insides...down low where she now believed all pleasure was centered...as she saw Dayle cover her body with clothes.
"You really have a VERY nice body. I like your boobs...they're yummy." Propped against the door jamb, it never entered Shay's mind that her standing and staring would have any adverse effect on Dayle.
Looking down at her own bare chest, Shay wondered what it would be like to have larger breasts. Flicking a finger against her nipple, she watched as it tightened, and giggled. Shrugging she decided what she had was adequate for her needs, and she finished the bag, setting the empty on her dresser.
Going into her closet, Shay grabbed the first pair of jeans, and shirt she could, and then tossed them onto her bed. Panties, and tank top were pulled from her dresser, as well as a pair of sock, which were also then dumped on the bed. Periodically she would get distracted by Dayle, and find herself paying more attention to the other woman in the room, but eventually she managed to get her own self dressed.
"Think it's too early to go across the hall yet?"
Taking a bag from the refrigerator, Shay stuck the rounded plastic corner into her mouth and bit down. She supposed it would have been more refined to pour the liquid into a glass, but this way was quicker and cut down on her need for the dishwasher. The minimal taste of plastic wasn't great, but she got past that once the blood oozed down her throat.
It was completely different, drinking from a human, and Shay admitted to herself, she enjoyed it a hundred times more. Maybe if she allowed the blood from the refrigerator to warm, at least to room temperature, it would make a difference. But instead of considering that for more than a brief few seconds, she made the decision to try and have her meals out, as much as possible.
"For now, I think I'll keep having dinner at home, but make it a practice to have breakfast out. Do you like to have your meals out...and do you prefer to eat alone?"
Striving to become a more self-sufficient adult was one of Shay's main goals at that moment, along with getting a grip on the vampire lifestyle. In an attempt to do both, she knew it would be to her benefit to have someone else along until she felt she could accomplish the feeding process and not put her or her donor in jeopardy.
And...she liked being with Dayle.
Still sucking on the bag as she re-entered the bedroom, she watched her friend dress. Funny fluttery feelings still jumped around her insides...down low where she now believed all pleasure was centered...as she saw Dayle cover her body with clothes.
"You really have a VERY nice body. I like your boobs...they're yummy." Propped against the door jamb, it never entered Shay's mind that her standing and staring would have any adverse effect on Dayle.
Looking down at her own bare chest, Shay wondered what it would be like to have larger breasts. Flicking a finger against her nipple, she watched as it tightened, and giggled. Shrugging she decided what she had was adequate for her needs, and she finished the bag, setting the empty on her dresser.
Going into her closet, Shay grabbed the first pair of jeans, and shirt she could, and then tossed them onto her bed. Panties, and tank top were pulled from her dresser, as well as a pair of sock, which were also then dumped on the bed. Periodically she would get distracted by Dayle, and find herself paying more attention to the other woman in the room, but eventually she managed to get her own self dressed.
"Think it's too early to go across the hall yet?"
Dayle
18 years ago
Dayle cast her gaze about for a brush and realized that, not only was it poor manners to even think of using Shay's (which she didn't) she didn't have one in her own purse. Maybe if these little trips became a regular thing... But no, that would need to be Shay's idea, Shay's choice. She ran her fingers through her locks, smoothing them, trying not to make them frizz too badly. She responded to Shay's question, watching her suck the bag dry. "It's really situational. I've partaken more of bags in the last couple months than fresh sources. I haven't gone 'hunting' with someone, per se, to find a meal. But if with my sister, we sometimes partake of heated mugsful at the same time."
"Thank you for saying so," she responded with a smile to Shay's compliments as the feasting vampire stood in her doorway. "I like them myself. I don't think I'd be able to stand them if they were too much bigger, they'd get in the way and I'd get more glances at my chest than say my lips or eyes. I like it more when people look at my face. Though sometimes there's a bit of disappointment when a man would see the chest isn't so voluminous." Dayle rolled her eyes, but the expression was missed as she noticed Shay looking at her own chest and played with her nipple then giggled. Shaking her head in disbelief? Envy? Confusion that such a motion would evoke such a reaction? Dayle simply smiled and tied on her shoes as she and Shay looked at each other.
"You're the one that needs to go over. I imagine it may be a bit early compared to when they usually arise but you would know that better than I."
"Thank you for saying so," she responded with a smile to Shay's compliments as the feasting vampire stood in her doorway. "I like them myself. I don't think I'd be able to stand them if they were too much bigger, they'd get in the way and I'd get more glances at my chest than say my lips or eyes. I like it more when people look at my face. Though sometimes there's a bit of disappointment when a man would see the chest isn't so voluminous." Dayle rolled her eyes, but the expression was missed as she noticed Shay looking at her own chest and played with her nipple then giggled. Shaking her head in disbelief? Envy? Confusion that such a motion would evoke such a reaction? Dayle simply smiled and tied on her shoes as she and Shay looked at each other.
"You're the one that needs to go over. I imagine it may be a bit early compared to when they usually arise but you would know that better than I."
Shay
18 years ago
"So it is okay to heat it then? I wasn't sure. I had planned on letting one reach room temperature, but still...it seems...lacking. Fresh blood feels like it's full of energy, in addition to whatever nutritional aspects it has. This stuff..." She held up the empty bag for emphasis. "...seems...flat?"
Feeling only slightly...sad? No...was it disappointment...? She wasn't sure, but she didn't like that Dayle didn't suggest going out with Shay again, and she just nodded.
Until she remembered...she could make the suggestion...there was no reason not to.
"Well, if you find you want to go 'hunting', and maybe your sister is busy...you could call me, and we could go together. I guess Ginnie will want to go with me a few times, to make sure I'm doing it right...but I don't expect she'll want to tie herself to me twenty-four seven."
Walking into the bathroom, Shay opened a drawer and took out a tooth brush, and a brush, both still either sealed in their packaging, or as was the case of the brush, tag still in tact. Apparently whoever stocked the apartment wasn't sure exactly what Shay would want, and left a couple different choices. Handing both items to Dayle, Shay then brushed her teeth, her hair, looked in the mirror and fluffed her hair with her fingers.
Turning to admire herself sideways in the mirror, she noted she was considerably flatter than Dayle, but still not enough to be considered boyish.
"I think you have beautiful eyes, and a very pretty mouth...but I can definitely understand why guys check out your top too. Though anyone who appears...disappointed...should be dumped on their 'arse'."
Shay's attempt at an English accent was pitiful, but she didn't notice. Instead she bounced out of the bathroom, and right up to Dayle, only inches from the woman's face. Planting a kiss on her friend's lips, Shay moved her tongue into Dayle's mouth, but only long enough to get a full taste, and then retreated.
"That has got to taste better?" Her toothpaste might not work as well as Dayle's, but Shay thought anything had to be an improvement.
"I don't really know when they arise...I don't usually pay attention to what time it is they come over, and I never go over there first. But you said you'd come with me?"
Was Dayle backing out now? Shay hoped not. She didn't fear Ginnie or Alec, but wanted Dayle there anyway, at least this first time, since she had made her first independent trip away from the apron strings.
Feeling only slightly...sad? No...was it disappointment...? She wasn't sure, but she didn't like that Dayle didn't suggest going out with Shay again, and she just nodded.
Until she remembered...she could make the suggestion...there was no reason not to.
"Well, if you find you want to go 'hunting', and maybe your sister is busy...you could call me, and we could go together. I guess Ginnie will want to go with me a few times, to make sure I'm doing it right...but I don't expect she'll want to tie herself to me twenty-four seven."
Walking into the bathroom, Shay opened a drawer and took out a tooth brush, and a brush, both still either sealed in their packaging, or as was the case of the brush, tag still in tact. Apparently whoever stocked the apartment wasn't sure exactly what Shay would want, and left a couple different choices. Handing both items to Dayle, Shay then brushed her teeth, her hair, looked in the mirror and fluffed her hair with her fingers.
Turning to admire herself sideways in the mirror, she noted she was considerably flatter than Dayle, but still not enough to be considered boyish.
"I think you have beautiful eyes, and a very pretty mouth...but I can definitely understand why guys check out your top too. Though anyone who appears...disappointed...should be dumped on their 'arse'."
Shay's attempt at an English accent was pitiful, but she didn't notice. Instead she bounced out of the bathroom, and right up to Dayle, only inches from the woman's face. Planting a kiss on her friend's lips, Shay moved her tongue into Dayle's mouth, but only long enough to get a full taste, and then retreated.
"That has got to taste better?" Her toothpaste might not work as well as Dayle's, but Shay thought anything had to be an improvement.
"I don't really know when they arise...I don't usually pay attention to what time it is they come over, and I never go over there first. But you said you'd come with me?"
Was Dayle backing out now? Shay hoped not. She didn't fear Ginnie or Alec, but wanted Dayle there anyway, at least this first time, since she had made her first independent trip away from the apron strings.
Dayle
18 years ago
"I understand what you mean," Dayle agreed. "Bagged blood loses a lot of its appeal. It's like drinking old beer. Some of us have discovered that some animals are close to human blood, but don't let yourself think that it's a viable replacement, especially when usually animals are hard to come by."
Tilting her head at Shay's comment about hunting, Dayle pondered. She really wanted to give Shay another bit of tutelage but knew her 'mother' should be able to teach her better. "You're right, Ginnie should be the one to truly teach you how to hunt. Each of us has different methods; I'm sure she wanted to be the one to teach you for a reason."
Surprised at the 'gift' of the use of the hairbrush and toothbrush, Dayle thanked her then quickly brushed her teeth. After, she attempted to tame her partially damp hair. Smiling at the compliment, she responded "Thank you. Though I think you have a very nice top too." Somehow that sounded lame to Dayle's ears and she was about to try to make it 'sound better' when the tender kiss was bestowed upon her.
Pondering for a moment, Dayle made a show of licking her lips. "It tasted good, but the 'better' part is debatable. Each had its own special taste. Essence of Shay, flavored with either morning breath or fresh mintygoodness. I hope you don't mind if I appreciate and enjoy both."
Dayle wasn't sure if she heard a note of panic or worry in Shay's voice. "Of course I'm going with you. How would it look to have the 'child' come home without the babysitter?" She winked and moved towards the hallway door. "Shall we?"
(( Dayle and Shay out ))
Tilting her head at Shay's comment about hunting, Dayle pondered. She really wanted to give Shay another bit of tutelage but knew her 'mother' should be able to teach her better. "You're right, Ginnie should be the one to truly teach you how to hunt. Each of us has different methods; I'm sure she wanted to be the one to teach you for a reason."
Surprised at the 'gift' of the use of the hairbrush and toothbrush, Dayle thanked her then quickly brushed her teeth. After, she attempted to tame her partially damp hair. Smiling at the compliment, she responded "Thank you. Though I think you have a very nice top too." Somehow that sounded lame to Dayle's ears and she was about to try to make it 'sound better' when the tender kiss was bestowed upon her.
Pondering for a moment, Dayle made a show of licking her lips. "It tasted good, but the 'better' part is debatable. Each had its own special taste. Essence of Shay, flavored with either morning breath or fresh mintygoodness. I hope you don't mind if I appreciate and enjoy both."
Dayle wasn't sure if she heard a note of panic or worry in Shay's voice. "Of course I'm going with you. How would it look to have the 'child' come home without the babysitter?" She winked and moved towards the hallway door. "Shall we?"
(( Dayle and Shay out ))