Shower Time

“Well, look at you,” she teased, bracing one hand on the wall. “Were you afraid I wasn’t gonna get myself clean enough to crawl into your bed, so you came to supervise?”

She flicked her fingers, sending a few droplets Natalie’s way. Then she ran both hands down her arms and over her stomach as though to exaggerate the point.

“Or maybe,” she said with mock suspicion, leering at her naked friend, “you just didn’t wanna miss the show.”

Natalie arched a brow, stepping closer as she looked at Lisa through the clear shower curtain. “Yup. Supervise. I want to make sure you don’t come crawling into my sheets smelling like the hot tub.”

Lisa let out a scoff as Natalie stepped inside, the warm spray catching her skin. “Bossy and insulting,” she whined. “You really do know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

Natalie stepped fully into the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind her, shutting them in together. Droplets rolled down her shoulders in rivulets, tracing the lines of her body as she moved closer to Lisa.

Lisa tilted her head back under the water, running her hands through her hair until it lay flat. She peeked at Natalie from the corner of her eye. “See? I can use soap without instruction. Wanna watch me prove it?”

“Go on, then,” Natalie said, eyeing her smugly and trying to repress the giggling that was threatening to creep out of her.

Lisa reached for the bottle on the shelf, squeezing a pool of gel into her palm. It smelled like Natalie, citrus and something floral, cutting through the chlorine that clung to their skin. She worked it into her hands, choosing to forego the loofah, and then dragged them slowly over her arms, spreading the lather in deliberate strokes to impress her one-person audience.

Her eyes turned toward Natalie. “This part boring you yet?”

“Depends what you’re planning to clean next,” Natalie answered, crossing her arms lightly under her breasts, and pretending to watch without care.

Lisa hummed as she slid her hands over her chest, circling the curves with her fingers beneath the thin film of suds. Her nipples came to attention almost instantly, tightening as her palms grazed across them. “I guess these ladies don’t think it’s boring at least,” she teased.

Natalie pressed her lips together, fighting the heat building in her chest. “That guy at the pool was right about one thing. You are trouble.”

Lisa stepped closer. Close enough that the water rebounded off her shoulders onto Natalie’s skin in little beads across her chest. She grinned, running a finger down between Natalie’s much more bountiful breasts. “If you really think so, then maybe you should just give me my bath, and put me to bed without any dessert.”

Natalie pursed her lips and reached past Lisa, grabbing the loofah from the little shelf. The brush of her bare arm across Lisa’s damp skin made Lisa hum softly.

“You’re really gonna do it,” Lisa said as she tipped her head back slightly, to look up at her slightly taller friend. “And here I was starting to think you just liked standing there, judging me.”

“Maybe I do,” Natalie murmured, squeezing a line of soap out. She worked it until it foamed, then placed her hand at Lisa’s shoulder and dragged it slowly down her arm. She followed the curve of her bicep, over the crook of her elbow, then down to her wrist. Lisa let out another little hum, half-shutting her eyes, pleased by what Natalie was doing.

Natalie dipped the loofah back into the stream of water, then pressed it to Lisa’s collarbone. “Lift your chin.”

Lisa obeyed with a smirk, tilting her head back. “So bossy,” she nearly whispered.

“Isn’t that the point?” Natalie asked, guiding the loofah lower. She slowly dragged it between the valley of Lisa’s breasts, then across the tops of both. The foam, inadvertently being washed away by the splatter of water, was sliding down and clinging to her nipples. Lisa shivered, biting her lip, clearly enjoying giving herself over to Natalie’s ministrations.

“God, you’re thorough,” Lisa teased, her voice breaking a little as Natalie pinched the loofah just enough to drip warm suds directly onto the puckered tip of her breast. “What’s next, an inspection?”

“Not quite yet,” Natalie warned, sounding amused, but a little husky.

Lisa let out another silent giggle and dropped her hands to her sides after lightly stroking Natalie’s arms. Pressing her shoulders back, her chest rose higher for Natalie’s deliberate care.

Natalie gave the loofah another squeeze, but the bubbles had already thinned, sliding uselessly down Lisa’s stomach. Lisa glanced down, then back up with her lips twitching.

“You’re gonna scrub me raw before you get me clean,” she teased. “Maybe you should skip the props.”

Natalie arched a brow, then casually tossed the loofah into the corner to the sound of it hitting tile. Lisa’s grin faltered into something hungrier as Natalie replaced it with the warm, steady feeling of her palms against her chest. Natalie’s fingers spread, sliding across the slippery skin until her thumb brushed the edge of a nipple, and Lisa’s breath caught.

“That feel better?” Natalie asked, breathily.

Lisa nodded, glancing up at her through heavy lashes. “God, yes,” she whispered, and the playfulness was giving way to something more primal, surrendering to Natalie’s touch.

Natalie’s hand began to move with more purpose, not so much cleaning her as she was claiming, tracing, circling until Lisa’s body pressed instinctively into her touch.

Natalie reached past Lisa once more, squeezing fresh soap into her palm. She rubbed them together, building up the lather, then slid her arms around Lisa’s slick body, pulling her close as she spread the suds across her back.

Lisa’s eyes had shut as Natalie’s hands moved over her. Suddenly Natalie’s hands had gone still, and a second later her voice cut through with authority. “Kiss me.”

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