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Brenda Shampooing Sharon's Hair
Brenda had Sharon sitting down in a chair, her head leaning over the sink as she worked the shampoo into her long, luxurious hair. Sharon was having a hard time sitting still and Brenda was having a hard time staying focused on what she was doing. Every little move Sharon made, every twist and turn, Brenda felt. Her legs brushed against her, her arm would push harder into her thigh like it had been doing the entire time, and her shirt would shift, clinging to her chest in ways that called for Brenda's attention.
"Brenda," Sharon said, making the blonde look up from whatever her eyes had moved to.
Brenda bit her lip and started working the sensual-scented shampoo into her hair. "This is harder than I thought it would be," she admitted.
Sharon looked up at Brenda. "I told you I could just go somewhere to get it done," she reminded her. "I probably could have managed by myself, honestly."
"You can't get your arm wet. How do you expect to wash your hair by yourself?" Brenda massaged Sharon's scalp and Sharon let out a small moaning sound that sent a shiver down Brenda's spine. She let out a slow breath and tried not to let her imagination get worked up. "Besides, I told you that I would help you out, and that's what I meant."
Sharon closed her eyes and sighed softly. She knew Brenda was right. Until she got clearance from her doctor, certain activities were going to have to be gone about differently. It also didn't hurt that Brenda had magical fingers and was massaging her scalp in a way that was both relaxing her and making her squirm more.
Brenda chanced a look down again, her eyes lingering over Sharon's chest. The shirt she wore was stretching over the curves of her breasts and Brenda, as always, was finding it hard to focus on anything other than what was grabbing her attention.
Sharon opened her eyes and caught Brenda. "Focus," she whispered and smirked at the blonde as she saw the slight blush coloring her cheeks.
"Sorry," Brenda said and reached for the spray nozzle.
Sharon hummed and her good arm moved against Brenda's thigh again. "Don't apologize," she said. She licked her lips. "I may have worn the shirt on purpose." The wide-eyed expression on the blonde's face was priceless and made Sharon smile. "Don't be so surprised. I've seen you looking."
"And you just... You, you- You're terrible."
Sharon laughed softly. "You are kind of obvious about it, honestly. I couldn't resist the urge."
"I am not," she protested as she started washing out the shampoo. Sharon hummed and leaned back all the way. "Really?" Brenda asked after a pause.
Sharon smiled. "Yes, but it's not like I mind."
"Oh," Brenda breathed and then looked down at Sharon, turning the water off for a moment. "Why's that?"
Sharon opened her eyes and smiled. "Besides it being an ego-booster, it doesn't make it seem as bad when I do the same thing. Though, I'm much better at hiding it."
Brenda took a moment to fully understand what Sharon was saying and then a wide smile crossed her lips. Sharon returned the smile and then the blonde turned back to her hair. When Brenda looked down later, getting distracted again, it was when she was looking into Sharon's eyes, a hopeful look shining in her own.
The End.