Teri waits for Sydney to shower

"Please trust me, I want you to feel good." Teri said, gently.

Sydney stood amazed for a moment. Her blush faded. "I do trust you."

"Good."

With that Teri leaned forward and gave Sydney her first kiss. A gentle, soft touch of the lips, that to Sydney felt like the best thing in the world.

"So," Teri said quietly, her hands roaming over Sydney's small body. "Shall we take a shower together, or...do you just want to get to the learning?"

Sydney took a slow deep breath, her heart thudding in her chest. "I, I, um, can I take a shower by myself first?"

Teri paused her hands and looked closely in Sydney's face. Sydney was no longer blushing, but her cheeks were still pinker than usual, and her nostrils flared with her breathing.

"Oh, n-no, it's not, I mean," Sydney started out. "I mean I feel so, I mean I don't want to fall down or something. I f-feel a little dizzy."

Teri smiled. "Okay," she said. "I want you to feel good, not weird and dizzy." She gave Sydney a little squeeze with her hands and let go.

"Thanks," Sydney said, smiling back.

"Can I dry you off when you're done?" Teri asked.

Sydney giggled. "Okay," she said. Her ears and cheeks went pink again, and she swayed a bit. "B-be right back."

Sydney closed the bathroom door.

Teri listened. The toilet lid went up with a little squeak, and came quietly to rest with its pink shag cover against the tank. A few nervous splashes marked the hesitant, uneven start of Sydney's flow, but she soon relaxed into a steady tinkle.

A flush, and then the shower started. Teri sat on her bed to wait for Sydney. "When you skate... a figure eight..." she softly sang to herself after the old times table cartoon. She looked over her massage kit. Towels, small and big. Oil on a little electric warmer. A roller. Some sports massage tools her big sister got for her. And under a cloth, some special toys she hoped Sydney would be in the mood for. Teri's mouth watered, thinking of Sydney nude under her hands. No drooling, girl, she told herself, and swallowed. You want Sydney, sure, but you want her to be happy. Teri took a deep breath. She said yes. She trusts me.

The shower stopped. Teri bounded out of bed and over to the bathroom door.

"Hey Syd," Teri called, and opened the door.

Sydney, five feet two and barely a hundred pounds soaking wet, looked out and smiled at her. "Hey Teri," she said. She stepped out onto the bathroom rug. "You were going to dry me, right?"

Teri smiled back. Sydney was standing there nude, smiling at her, and her stammer was gone. The shower seemed to have done the trick.

"Sure. Just stand right there," Teri said.