"I thought you said Robert wasn't here," Laura panted.

"He isn't." Dawn's eyes flickered with mischief.

"Who's taking a shower?"

The mischievous half-smile again passed over Dawn's face. "That's my surprise," she grinned. "Want to come and see?"

Laura looked at her in momentary disbelief. What could be going on here? Then, as Dawn drew her silently toward the rear of the apartment, Laura noticed an expensive suitcase sitting in the short hallway just outside the bathroom. Immediately her stomach began to churn with anticipation and excitement. She did not even dare to decide whether it might be Shayla or Tamara.

She and Dawn paused before the half-shut door, from which steam was floating.

"Tell me who," Laura whispered to her.

"Why don't we surprise her?" Dawn grinned, black eyes glinting with happy mischief, lighted by unmistakably sexual fires.

Laura nodded as they both began unbuttoning and unzipping. "You're still not going to tell me who it is?"

Dawn's eyes twinkled. "Wait and see."

Unfortunately, Laura could not take her eyes off Dawn's body, which was quickly becoming completely visible as she dropped the blue shirt to the floor and slid the zipper of her tight white pants down. The tiny hallway was dim, and it made the already very black Dawn look even blacker. Laura, half out of her own clothes too by now, even though they were expensive 'corporate wear' things that she hesitated to drop on the floor but did anyway, could hardly keep her hands from straying to Dawn's gleaming flesh.

Dawn, giggling softly, brushed Laura's hands aside. "Laura," she said in a hushed but schoolmarmy voice, "you can have everything you want. Just take off your clothes. Now, do it. We don't want her to be turning it off before we get in there, do we?"

Laura shook her head. Quickly, they both slipped out of their underwear, and Dawn pulled the bathroom door open further. More wisps of steam poured out, and the loud noise of the rushing water swelled up.

Laura could not resist letting a hand fall to cup one of Dawn's incredible hard round buttocks as she slipped through the door. Dawn looked back over her shoulder at Laura and swatted it away. Laura, grinning, followed her into the small bathroom, dense with steam, reaching one hand under Dawn's arm and around her body, cupping one of Dawn's luscious naked breasts playfully.

"Now . . . will you cut that out!" Dawn hissed back at her.

"Oh . . ." came a high-pitched, echoing voice from the shower stall. "Dawn . . . is that you?"

"Only me," Dawn said, matter-of-factly, winking back at Laura.

She carefully pulled open the door of the shower stall, then quickly slipped inside before the occupant could raise an alarm. She grabbed Laura's hand and pulled her in too.

"Oh!" Tamara gasped, swiveling her head and seeing both of them behind her, half-shielding their eyes from the shower spray.

Dawn was beaming. "Look who I brought," she said.

At first Tamara's eyes were almost terror-stricken, but then she turned her gaze to Laura, then back to Dawn, and a small smile began to curve her lips. To Laura she looked absolutely ravishing with a white towel wrapped turban-style around her head to protect her hair, her smooth light brown body slick and shiny with water, her large dark-purplish nipples taut and wrinkled from the wetness.

"Laura!"

Laura smiled. "Hi, honey."

Momentarily befuddled and confused, Tamara looked down at both of their naked bodies, now wet too. Laura loved to fuck in the shower, but she had never done it with three at once, and the shower stall was very small. They were tightly crowded into it, unable to avoid touching, their wet flesh brushing each time they moved, or even breathed.

"You don't mind us joining you . . . do you?" Dawn asked, coyly.

But as far as Laura could tell, it wouldn't matter if Tamara did. There was really no way she could escape. Laura's hands and Dawn's were all over Tamara's naked, wet body, and Laura's mouth was fast approaching her mouth, then curving into it and unleashing a scorching kiss. At first Tamara would not open her mouth, but Laura's and Dawn's hands on her body seemed to warm her up fast, and she soon parted her lips to allow Laura's tongue inside.

"Oh . . . you guys!" she half-whimpered, though it was hard to hear her over the loud crash of the shower water striking their bodies and spraying off onto the surrounding tile and glass walls.

The three of them quickly became one mass of hot, wet, writhing flesh. Laura, completely oblivious to the fate of her hair, sucked Tamara's sensual lips hungrily, stabbing her tongue deep into Tamara's mouth, cupping and squeezing the girl's lovely firm breasts with her hands, then sucking and swallowing the water off her smooth brown neck. She realized that as soon as she dropped her lips to Tamara's shiny wet neck, Dawn had begun devouring her mouth. Her hands were fighting with Dawn's for Tamara's smooth, wet flesh.

 

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Laura, Dawn, and Tamara all together on a bed for hours. Imagine the possibilities!

 

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Miranda Mars