CHAPTER 27


 

THE SHEETS WERE cool as Jain slipped between them. Exhausted, she rolled onto her side and sighed. Within minutes she was asleep, her arms wrapped tightly around her pillow. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping when she heard something unusual in the room. Opening one eye she looked blearily toward the door. The figure of a woman stood silhouetted against the hall light.

 

"Solaria? Is everything okay?"

 

"Everything's fine," Solaria answered, her voice low and husky.

 

"Good! Are you alright?"

 

"I couldn't rest. I was just checking to see if you were awake. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

 

"No, it's okay. Come on in. The couch couldn't have been very comfortable for you. You're way too tall to stretch out on it."

 

"It was fine, really."

 

"Well, you're here now, so how about you try the other side of the bed? It's big enough for both of us."

 

Jain was surprised when Solaria walked around the bed and started taking off her clothes. Swallowing a huge lump in her throat, she closed her eyes trying not to look. Unfortunately, she couldn't resist peeking through narrowed lids. The woman had a gorgeous body. As Solaria slipped under the sheet, she rolled onto her side and faced Jain.

 

"This is comfortable. Thanks."

 

"My pleasure," Jain whispered. And what a pleasure!

 

"Were you asleep before I came in?"

 

Looking at the clock on the table, she realized three hours had gone by since she crawled into bed.

 

"Yeah, but I really don't mind you waking me. Who would object to having a beautiful woman sharing a bed?"

 

"You think I'm beautiful?"

 

Solaria's face was just inches away from her own. She was amazed that the warm breath fanning her cheeks was fresh and clean smelling.

 

One of the advantages of bio-engineering, I guess. A self-cleaning system.

 

"Well, honestly, I'd say you were more handsome than beautiful. That's actually a good thing. It makes you more interesting and appealing."

 

"How so?"

 

"Beautiful women are a dime a dozen, especially since cosmetic surgery is so common nowadays."

 

"And how is that any different from me? I'm the product of bio-engineering."

 

"I don't know. Maybe it's because people who have cosmetic surgery out of vanity are trying to become something they're not. Changing the outside doesn't change the inside. You, however, are what you are. It doesn't make any difference whether you were born or created. You're you. You know what I mean?"

 

"I understand."

 

Sliding slightly closer, Solaria reached out to touch Jain's cheek.

 

"Your skin is very soft."

 

"Umm, collagen," Jain whispered, gulping nervously.

 

"And good genes," Solaria added, her lips curling upward slightly.

 

"That too."

 

The finger continued down Jain's neck and rested on the pulse pounding in her neck.

 

"Do I make you nervous, Jain?"

 

"I've... I've never had someone so... so..."

 

"I can leave."

 

"Oh no! I mean, well, ummm I like you here. I'm just not sure what you want?"

 

"You!" Solaria whispered softly.

 

"Mmm... meee?" Jain squeaked.

 

"Yes, I want you to teach me about sex."

 

"But... why me? I mean, I don't really know that much."

 

"Are you a virgin?"

 

"Good grief, no! I may be fat and ugly but there are a lot of women out there who are ordinary like me."

 

"You're not fat or ugly, Jain. You're... interesting."

 

Jain laughed.

 

"I'm not sure how to take that but at least it sounds better than my description."

 

Solaria pushed up on one elbow and leaned toward Jain. Slowly she began unbuttoning the pajama top.

 

"Do you always sleep in clothes?"

 

"No reason not to... until now."

 

"Until now" Solaria agreed as she spread the shirt open revealing two large breasts sagging slightly. Hesitantly she touched the right one. When Jain didn't object, she began running her fingers gently across the surface fascinated when the skin began pebbling up.

 

"Why does it do that?" she asked.

 

"Breasts are sensitive. It's the body's way of showing it's enjoying the sensations."

 

"I see. Are there any other sensitive areas I need to know about? I've read a lot on the Internet but it isn't very informative. Everyone is supposed to have the areas but supposedly it differs from person to person."

 

"I guess that's true. I'm not an expert."

 

"So where are yours?"

 

Jain laughed.

 

"It doesn't work like that. You're supposed to discover them. That's part of the fun."

 

"Foreplay."

 

"Yes, foreplay."

 

"It's a human ritual."

 

Jain thought about the comment.

 

"You could call it that but it's more. It kind of sets the mood, at least for some people. Others don't need it."

 

"But you do."

 

"Well, like I said, I'm not that experienced so I'm always nervous."

 

Cupping the heavy breast in her hand, Solaria lifted it carefully, making sure not to hurt Jain. She had read that female breasts were very sensitive. Leaning closer she inhaled slightly and noticed the faint scent of bath soap mixed in with something else; a musky odor, warm and pleasant.

 

"You smell nice. Is that what arousal smells like?"

 

Jain rolled her eyes.

 

"Could we be less clinical here? I mean if you want me in the mood, you have to be more... more..."

 

"Passionate."

 

"Yes, passionate."

 

Grinning, Solaria nodded her head.

 

"Passionate it is, then."

 

Before Jain realized what was happening, Solaria lowered her lips to the breast and kissed it. Then she ran her tongue across the surface and around the nipple. Jain could feel her heart pounding. When a hand slid down to her round belly, she squirmed slightly, feeling a little self-conscious.

 

"Does this bother you?" Solaria asked sensing the change.

 

"N..no. It's just that... well, I'm fat and..."

 

"I don't understand why you keep saying that. I'm aware you have a higher degree of body fat than is recommended. Does that somehow interfere with your ability to enjoy sex?"

 

Jain wasn't sure how to answer. Perhaps it was because there really wasn't a good one. Yes it did interfere because she had never liked being overweight but no it didn't stop her from enjoying sex.

 

"In a way but now isn't the time to start psycho-analyzing myself."

 

"Good. I'm enjoying myself. Shall I continue?"

 

"Please."

 

Solaria's hand played across Jain's belly for several seconds. She liked the feel of the warm skin. Placing her ear against it, she listened at the grumblings of a happy stomach. Sliding her cheek further down toward the hairy mound near Jain's thigh, she noticed the musky odor was stronger. Curious, she swirled her fingers in the hair and rolled several strands between her thumb and forefinger.

 

"It's not as soft as the hair on your head... and curlier."

 

"Would you, uh, quit... analyzing everything?"

 

Laughing softly, Solaria decided to keep her analytical thoughts to herself and just try to duplicate some of the techniques she had read about in uber stories.

 

"As you wish," she replied and shifted her position so she was straddling Jain's thighs. While one hand moved over the breasts the other playfully manipulated the hair and lips tucked beneath it. Jain's breathing became labored. Solaria was fascinated at the reaction. She could smell the strong odor of arousal and hear Jain's heart pounding with excitement. When she slid her finger between the warm, moist lips, Jain twitched and groaned, anticipating the next move. She wasn't disappointed when two fingers moved slowly back and forth over the velvet smooth skin near her clit.

 

If she touches it, I'm going to scream, Jain thought as the tension in her body mounted. Sure enough one finger flicked the small bud and she did.