The House She Gooned
Chapter 10
Nadia’s Turn
The familiar comfort of compulsive masturbation guided the fully naked Nadia down the hallway. She needed to show Claire how grateful she was. The friendship, the attention, praise, the new computer, the new lifestyle, the new way to have good orgasms — Claire did this for her. Nadia saw a better life with porn addiction and Claire did it all.
Tonight showed her something she had been suppressing for so long. She was starting to have deep romantic feelings for Claire. After Nadia christened her goon shrine with her first orgasm, it's all she could think about. She just wanted Claire.
Nadia's bare feet padded softly against the plush carpet, each step bringing her closer to the sound of warm water cascading and Claire’s murmured sighs from the bathroom. The steam billowed around the doorway, framing Claire in a hazy silhouette as she leaned back against the cool tiles, letting the water wash away the day.
Nadia barely registered anything except Claire's nakedness – bare skin glistening with droplets that clung to curves. She was bathed in soft, steam-warped light. It was a tableau of raw, unadulterated desire for Nadia, pulling her forward with an irresistible force stronger than any she’d felt before.
“Hey,” Nadia breathed out, the word catching in her throat as Claire's head tilted up, surprised to see her standing there so suddenly.
Claire smiled, a slow, lazy curve of her lips that sent a shiver down Nadia's spine. “Done so soon? I thought you were going to go all in,” she said, her voice husky with warmth.
“I had to be near you,” Nadia said barely above the rush of the shower. “When I came, I just wanted you. Everything about my life is better because of you.” Nadia still had her hand between her legs touching herself. “So now, I’m here because all I can think about is you.”
The air hung heavy, thick with the mingling aromas of Claire's shampoo and Nadia's own musk of sweat and arousal. Nadia has literally opened her heart like a flower for Claire. Naked. Vulnerable. Sexually liberated.
The space felt electric between them, charged by unspoken desires simmering just beneath the surface. It was all Nadia could do to keep herself from reaching out, touching her, feeling that heat bloom again under their fingertips. And yet, she couldn’t pull away either. She stood rooted in place, mesmerized by the way Claire’s chest rose and fell with each breath, by the play of light and shadow on the smooth expanse of her back. Nadia still had her hand between her legs pleasuring herself. The haze of porn still in the back of her mind.
Claire's breath catches, her smile a little shaky as she reaches out with soapy hands, gently brushing the droplets from Nadia's shoulders before she can step closer. “Nadia... what is it?”
The words are soft, but they barely make a dent in the heat building up inside her. Claire sees the way Nadia looks at her – that raw hunger in her eyes, and damn, she knows exactly what’s brewing there. It's been simmering between them for months, a delicious pressure building beneath layers of shared orgasms and whispered confessions about how good it feels to be free.
“Come here,” Claire says, her voice raspy. “Let me get out of this water.” She steps away from the shower head, letting the warmth cascade over her back, feeling exposed in a way that isn't entirely unpleasant.
Nadia takes another step forward and Claire can almost feel her heat even through the steam.
When she’s finally free of the curtain's grasp, Claire meets Nadia there, leaning into her with an urgency that surprises even her. “Tell me,” she whispers, her mouth brushing against Nadia's earlobe. “Don't hold back.” Her hands travel down Nadia’s arms, finding the familiar curve of her hip bone beneath the soft warmth of her skin. A thrill shoots through Claire, and it has nothing to do with the water still clinging to her body.
“Claire, I have deep feelings for you. I didn’t know how to tell you until now. It’s just something about the porn and gooning and everything you have shared and done to me. I knew early on that you were slowly corrupting me. I went along with it because I liked it. I knew the risks and what it meant if I kept going. But you inspired me. I was drowning in loneliness and you were thriving in isolation. I had to learn your ways. You actually gave me attention. You listened to me and I had someone to talk to.” Nadia was slowly rubbing her clit for comfort. “Now here you are giving me a whole new desk and computer for porn… that means something to me. To me, it feels like you are doing something beyond just corrupting me. You wanted to connect with someone too. You wanted to say thanks in your own way the best way you knew how.”
Then, slowly, hesitantly at first, Nadia moved forward. A hand went out, fingertips trailing down Claire's warm skin as she brushed past a wet curl clinging to her neck. Claire let out a soft sigh, arching into Nadia’s touch as if yearning for it.
Nadia didn’t need another invitation. Her other hand snaked up, tangling in the damp strands of Claire's hair, pulling her head back until their lips met. It was a tentative press at first, exploring, testing. But then something shifted. Nadia deepened the kiss, hungry and yearning, drawing out a moan from Claire that echoed through the steam-filled room.
Claire’s arms circled Nadia's waist, tugging her closer until there was hardly any space between them at all. Nadia leaned against the cool tiles behind her, finding comfort in the solidity of it as Claire pressed into her with an eagerness that mirrored her own. She felt a spark ignite beneath her breastbone, spreading hot and insistent through her limbs. It wasn’t just pleasure anymore; it was something deeper, wilder, urgent. This wasn’t simply about porn and nakedness, this was… wanting.
The kiss broke, leaving them breathless, eyes locked. Nadia reached up, tilting Claire's chin with a feather-light touch. Claire blinked slowly, her gaze roaming down to Nadia's swollen lips, lingering on the damp sheen of skin before meeting hers again. There was an unspoken question in those dark eyes, a plea for permission that sent another shiver through Nadia.
“Can I?” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
And Claire simply nodded, her answer echoing the yearning already thrumming between them.
With a soft groan, Nadia pushed Claire back against the cool tile, pulling her down until their bodies were flush. Their chests rose and fell in unison as Nadia's hands slid down Claire’s damp curves, exploring the hollows of her waist and the taut line of muscle along her hip. Claire’s fingers found purchase in Nadia's hair, tugging lightly as she arched into Nadia’s touch. A thrill shot through Claire, and it had nothing to do with the water still clinging to her body.
It was slow, tentative at first—their bodies learning the angles and textures of one another in the warm haze of the steamy bathroom. But soon enough, it became more insistent. Claire's hands wandered lower, pressing against Nadia’s swelling hip as she drew her closer, molding them together with a sigh that seemed to ripple through every inch of Nadia’s being.
Their lips met again, this time hungrily, tongues tangling in a desperate pursuit of something deeper than just taste. It was a meeting of heat and need. Nadia felt Claire's body press against her own, firm thighs fitting snugly against hers. The feeling of them being one complete unit sent shivers through Nadia—a feeling she craved with every fiber of her being.
They moved together in slow, languid strokes, savoring the feel of each other’s skin, the warmth of breath mingling with the scent of damp hair and soap. Nadia's hand traced down Claire’s back, fingertips ghosting over the swell of her hip bone before settling on the curve of her ass, a gentle squeeze that brought a soft sound from Claire’s throat.
As their kiss deepened, Nadia pushed forward, seeking something deeper still. She wanted to taste Claire, to feel the warmth of her skin pressed against hers, and she wasn’t afraid to show it. She slid her hand further down, tracing the delicate curve of Claire's hip bone before finding the smooth swell of her thigh.
Claire gasped, arching up instinctively into Nadia's touch as a ripple of heat passed through them both. Her hands dug deeper into Nadia’s hair, pulling her closer until their chests were pressed together, slick skin clinging to slick skin in the humid air. Nadia felt Claire’s breath hitch against her lips, heard the ragged whisper of her name escaping those parted lips.
Then, slowly, tentatively at first, Nadia began to explore Claire's wet pussy, pushing gently at the entrance before sliding in deeper, fingers spreading apart in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers up Claire’s spine. Nadia had never been with another woman, but after watching hours and hours of porn, the movements were almost second nature to her. She was living out porn in real time in the moment.
A soft whimper escaped Claire’s lips as she clung to Nadia, hands gripping her shoulders with surprising strength. Her breath came quick and shallow, hitching against Nadia’s neck in a rhythmic pattern that matched the rise and fall of her own body.
It was a meeting point of two souls, naked and exposed under the steam-filled gaze of each other's desire. It was more than just sex; it was a recognition, a merging of their shared longing into something profound and undeniable. And as Nadia finally found herself surrendering to that feeling, sinking deeper into Claire’s warmth with an urgency born from long-held need.
“Lets go watch porn together,” Nadia said softly.
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