A Fairy Tale Part 1

"What soap?" She asked suspiciously.

"The one that looks like a cock." I giggled. "I wanna get squeaky clean."

"You're so weird, Heather." Denise sighed. "It's in the bag. There, on my
dresser."

"God, I love that thing." I stuck my tongue out at her.

I dug through her toiletries bag, which was like a little straw beach bag
until I found her soap-on-a-rope, which looked amazingly like a nice fat
cream colored cock, except all the veins and ridges had been smoothed away
by constant use.

"Lesbian soap." I sighed. "That's what we could do! Make soap!"

"Go away!" Denise said, ignoring me.

"Jealous!" I giggled and wrapped a towel around me before heading to the
community showers.

I didn't know why Denise didn't like Stacy. They'd only met once and then
just briefly, and they'd seemed to get along okay. I thought maybe it was
just my best friend and roommate feeling a little left out. We had our own
boyfriends, but we spent most of our time together anyway. Boys weren't a
threat to our friendship either, being just boys like they were and
somewhere between dogs and dolphins on the evolutionary ladder. Denise and
I were pretty close, and now there was another friend, another girl, and I
had been spending a lot of time with Stacy. Now I was going to spend a
weekend with her.

I tried to put it out of my mind as I took my shower, washing my body and
using that soap the way it was meant to be used. Masturbating with it,
obviously, and it really was handmade by lesbian artisans just for that
purpose. They swore it was perfectly healthy, so long as you didn't shower
with it like three times a day or something. Once in awhile
though...Working that slippery smooth, deftly rounded length of phallus
into my pussy felt sooooo good! It felt even better in my ass, believe it
or not, and I was just starting to work it in and out, leaning against the
tiled wall with my little round butt pushed out nicely, when I was
interrupted by a couple of the other girls who shared our dorm.