“Are you up for a shower?” I ask, pushing my anxious thoughts to the side.
Before she answers, Nat reaches down and slowly lifts the oversized sweatshirt over her head, leaving her in a sheer black bra barely covering her breasts. My heart races as she reaches to unclasp it and brings each strap down until she removes the entire thing, discarding it on my floor. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re trouble,” I say, walking past her, turning the water as hot as it’ll go.
As I'm turning around, a very naked Natalie is right behind me. No matter your sexuality, she’s the definition of a classic beauty. Men would trip over their laces to get a glimpse, and women would trade every luxury bag in their walk-ins to look like that. Her skin is absolutely flawless, not a single age spot or damage from the sun.
“You like a little trouble, don’t you?” she smirks, gripping the band of my pants and lowering them down my legs and past my ankles.
Words escape me as she busies herself undressing me, going from my full-coverage purple panties to my shirt and saving my bra for last. Her hungry eyes stay glued to my body, the more exposed I become. Grabbing my fingers with hers, she leads us both to the shower.
“You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll wash my hair, and you touch anything you want.” She grabs my waist, bringing me closer to her. “Kiss anything you want,” she whispers, trailing kisses down my jaw. “Lickanythingyou want.”
Don’t be nervous. Is she serious?The most stunning woman I’ve ever seen is dripping wet in front of me, begging me to touchher. Thankfully, she does as she promised and ignores me while she shampoos her hair, giving me time to admire her.
Suds run from the ends of her long hair and down her neck, leading to her full breasts, the one place I can’t seem to look away from. I have a pair of my own, and obviously have touched them, but to feel another woman's, to feel Nat’s, causes my core to ache just fantasizing about how they’ll feel in my palms.
The shampoo covers her nipples as the rest drips off her body, in the most erotic way. Summoning enough courage, I reach for her nipple first, feeling the small bud between my fingers. A soft moan escapes her, giving me permission to continue. My hand slides easily thanks to the soapy water, and I palm her firm breast in my hand, lightly massaging it.
“Mmm. That feels amazing.” Her praise is the validation I needed to continue going, absolutely loving the feel of her in my hands.
Her eyes widen with approval, watching as I discover her body for the first time. Her nipples pebble under the pressure of my thumb, and it seems to be turning her on based on the noises she’s making. Feeling more at ease, I cup my hand around the side as goosebumps cover her silky skin.
My free hand traces figure eights across her belly button, desperately needing to feel more of her. Looking lower, I see she’s completely bare. “Do you wax?” I immediately regret asking, feeling like I ruined the moment.
“I do. Do you like me bare?” She says it like it’s no big deal we’re talking about pubic hair.
I nod, not allowing my mouth to open and spew out another ridiculous question about body hair.
My hand travels further south, eager to see her reaction, and hoping I can make her feel as good as she’s made me feel. Her soft skin feels nothing like mine, which is covered in curls. My fingers glide easily along her smooth lips until I push inside,revealing how wet she is. It stuns me, feeling another woman’s arousal, but my own builds as I let my fingers get coated in her.
“Just like that, please don’t stop,” she moans.
Going with my instincts and imagining how I like being touched, I glide my fingers up and down her clit. My eyes can’t seem to look away from the sensual scene of my fingers moving in and out of her, and being the one giving her this pleasure.
“You’re so smooth," I whisper.
“Go faster, baby. It’s all yours, make me scream,” she demands.
I’ll never get used to her filthy words, but they ignite this naughty side of me, and my fingers move faster, putting more pressure on her sensitive bud.
Her hand slams against the glass wall, bracing herself as she comes on my fingers. The orgasm works its way through her, and I slow down my pace, amazed by the female body. This experience will live rent-free in my mind. Admiring the way her whole body shook is my newest dirty obsession. For a first timer, I’m patting myself on the back at how quickly she finished. Greg used to complain that it would take hours for me to reach an orgasm, and Natalie just had one in under a few. The sounds she made were enough to have me throbbing, wanting my own release.
“You’re a naughty girl, Candace Montgomery, making me cum that hard on your first time.” She breathes against my neck. “Now, hands on the wall so I can repay the favor. I bet you’re dripping for me.”
ChaptEr 26
Natalie
“Yo, what’s going on?” I ask Kate who’s hiding just outside of Candace’s office, out of sight. It’s freezing this morning, but all the clothes I could steal are too fancy for just lounging. I prefer drowning in my sweats, not having them snug.
“My dad’s on the phone with her, and she’s really upset.” She frowns and keeps her focus on her mom.
“Are you some kind of detective? How long have you been out here?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“I don’t know, a while. Mom just stares at the wall and repeats ‘okay’ until dad hangs up. It’s already been eleven times.” she says solemnly, her eyes fixed on Candace.
“Hmm, alright, little homie. Go get your sister. Let’s leave your mom be and make some breakfast for her,” I suggest, wrapping my thin sweatshirt tighter around my body, hoping the chillrunning through me is from the temperature and not whatever’s happening on the other end of the phone call.
