by Frank Downey
The shower was decent sized, but they were still standing close together, almost touching one another, still frozen. She looked down at his erection. He looked down at her red-haired bush and her pert breasts. They looked into one another's eyes, afraid to say anything, almost afraid to move.
Finally, Dave broke the silence. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."
Kate giggled. "And you, sir, are as handsome naked as you are wearing a cape and riding a stallion." Dave couldn't help but laugh. Kate turned, so that she was facing away from him. "Wash my back?" she asked, shyly.
"Gladly." Dave picked up a washcloth and soap, lathered up the washcloth, and started washing her back, starting at the shoulders. Kate was enjoying his touch, as he worked his way down her shoulder blades. Suddenly, he stopped.
"Something wrong?" Kate asked.
"Well, I'm just trying to figure out how you got a big blotch of green paint halfway down your back!"
Kate cracked up laughing. "I have no idea."
"You must have scratched your back with your brush or something. Hold still." She did, and he used the washcloth to get the paint off. Then he continued washing her back. He washed it thoroughly, but was obviously shy about proceeding past it. Kate picked up on his hesitation. "You can go lower," she whispered. He did, washing her trim, firm ass. She let out a little sigh. He continued down, and washed her legs. She turned around to face him as he stood up, her eyes shining, a slight smile on her lips, a blush on her cheek. "You're half done," she said, very softly. He reached up and put the washcloth to her face, scrubbing slightly to get the paint off of her cheeks and chin. Next, he went to her hands and arms, removing the paint from them. After he finished her arms, he washed her shoulders, and her neck, and then moved down. She closed her eyes, and nodded, as he brought his soapy hand down to her breast. He spread the soap over her breast, and watched her nipples get hard, as her breathing became a bit more labored. He dropped the washcloth, and just used his hands, one on each breast, working the soap on them. Kate gasped, and backed into the wall, using it to help hold her up, as his hands washed her breasts. "Oh God," Kate whispered, as he cupped water into his hands and rinsed her breasts off, still touching them.
He dropped his hands from her breasts, and retrieved the washcloth, proceeding down to her stomach. He washed that, then down her hips, and down the length of her legs. Her breathing was a little unsteady, as he finished her legs, not having yet come near the junction between them. He stood up, and got very close to her. He wasn't going to touch her there unless he was sure.
"Did I miss a spot?" he asked, very softly.
She knew why he asked. "Yes," she whispered. She looked into his eyes, as he dropped his hand in between them, a drop of soap on his finger. He drew the finger the length of her pussy, as her eyes widened and she gasped. She spread her legs slightly, and felt a finger slip into her opening. "Oh, God," she gasped, her eyes closing. She threw her arms around his shoulders to help hold her up. He worked his finger in and out, slowly, and then withdrew it, bringing it up the length of her pussy. He knew what he was looking for, but, never having done this before, wasn't quite sure where it was. He knew he found it, when he felt her legs jerk.
"Yes! Right there," she whispered at him. He moved his other hand down, and massaged her clit with a finger on that hand, while snaking a finger on the other hand back into her opening. It was a bit awkward, but he managed. It helped that they were almost the same height--Kate was actually an inch or so taller. She still held on to him around the neck, which didn't give him much room, but he didn't need much. She spread her legs as much as she could.
"Oh Dave, oh yes..." escaped her lips, as she became enveloped by the sensations between her legs. She had done this to herself before, but to have him here, doing it to her, in the shower, her nipples up against his chest, her arms around his neck--it was nothing like she had ever experienced. Dave watched her as she mumbled incoherently, her eyes squeezed shut, the blush deepening on her cheeks.
He felt her grip on his neck tighten. "Oh... my... I'm going to cum..." and so she did, grabbing him tightly to support herself, as her lower body spasmed around his hand. He withdrew his hands when she was done, and grabbed her hips, to help hold her up, as she came down from her orgasm. Her breathing returned to normal, and she rested her head on his shoulder, his erection hard against her thigh.
"Oh, wow," was all she could say. Then she opened her eyes, and giggled. "Your turn! Turn around, back first." Dave smiled at her, and complied. She washed his back, giggling when she got to his ass. She turned him around and did the same as he did to her, washing the charcoal pencil off of his face and hands, then moving to his chest, idly playing with his sparse covering of chest hair, and washing his chest. She was amazed to see his nipples get hard. "I didn't know guys got perky nips."
"Yup. Not quite as big."
Kate giggled, and, on some weird impulse, bent down and sucked on his nipple a bit. Dave groaned a little bit. Kate stood back up and smiled at him. "That's one you owe me," and bent back down to wash his stomach and legs. She did the same as he did, washing his legs, avoiding his crotch.
"So, did I miss a spot?"
"Yes, I think you did."
She looked down at his erection. "A very big spot," she giggled. She soaped up her hands, and grabbed his cock, and started running her hand up and down it. Dave gripped the sides of her shoulders for support, and leaned against the wall a little bit.
"Is this right?" Kate whispered.
"Ummm... yeah..."
"Tell me what you like," she implored.
Dave groaned, low and deep. "This is perfect." She looked intently at his face as she worked her hand up and down his erection. His mouth parted, as his groans got louder. He opened his eyes and she looked into them and smiled.
"A little faster," he managed to get out. She complied.
She moved in closer to him. "Are you going to cum?"
"Uh-huh." She felt it jerk in her hands, and then he came, ropes of semen spurting out of it, all over her stomach and breasts. She couldn't help but giggle. He caught his breath, and opened his eyes, to see her standing there, smiling at him, her torso covered with his cum.
"Wow," he said.
"Wow, is right," she looked down and giggled again. "Is there always this much?"
"No. I've never cum that hard doing it to myself."
"It's good we're in the shower. Easy clean-up." She was going to turn into the water to wash it away, but first, she scooped some up with her fingers and looked at it. Then she stuck her fingers in her mouth and swallowed it. Dave looked at her in amazement. She just laughed, and turned and washed herself off.
She turned back towards him, and they just looked at each other, not wanting to break the spell. Suddenly, Dave turned behind him and grabbed the shampoo. "I forgot to wash your hair. And there's paint in it." Kate giggled, and ran her hair under the water. She turned her back to Dave, and he lathered up her hair with the shampoo. She loved the feeling of his hands in her long curls, washing them. When he finished, she rinsed off, and then did his hair.
"I think we're clean. If we stay in any longer we're going to be prunes," Kate said, turning off the water. They stepped outside the shower, and clumsily tried to help each other towel off. They were both trying to dry the other at the same time, which wasn't quite working, causing them to collapse against each other in howling laughter. Finally, they managed. Dave picked up his clothes, and followed Kate into the bedroom, where she rustled through her drawers to find clothes for herself. They both got dressed, and ended up on Kate's bed, snuggling.
"Damn. Why did we bother to get dressed?' Kate said, laughing.
Dave just looked at her. "What has gotten into you?"
"Lust. Or love, one of the two." Dave just stared at her. "At this point, I'm not quite sure I can tell the difference."
"I can," he told her.
"Which one are you feeling?"
"Both."
"I'll buy that." She snuggled closer into him. "You made me feel alive, in a way I've never felt before, Sir David."
"I've felt alive since the first time I kissed you, Lady Katherine."
"OK. So have I. OK, so today I felt especially alive." She giggled.
"Yeah, I think I can relate. But, to answer your previous question: why did we get dressed? In my case, it was because I was cold."
"Ah. So after you warm up, we can get undressed again?"
"Try and stop me."
"Good. But, it will have to also be after we eat, because I am starving."
"Chinese delivery?"
"Sounds heavenly."
Dave made the call, and they went downstairs to wait for the food to arrive. They ate downstairs, spread out on the living room floor, watching a college basketball game.
The game ended, they put the leftover food in the fridge, and Kate lead Dave back up to the bedroom.
She closed the door, and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. He did the same. Quickly, they were nude again, on the bed, snuggling.
"Kate," Dave asked, "How far do you want to take this?"
"Well... I hadn't thought about it... I think I got a little carried away." She giggled. "I'm not quite sure I want to... you know... well, part of me does, but..." she trailed off.
"I think that can wait."
"You don't mind?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you'd be disappointed. I feel a bit like a tease."
"Lots we can do without doing that. Some of which that can be completely satisfying. As you so wonderfully proved in the shower." He grinned at her blush. "Anyhow, if you want to hold on to your virginity, that's fine with me. Honestly, I don't think either of us is ready. This is the first time we've ever done anything more than kiss, after all."
"Dave, I love you." She blurted out, surprised she had said it.
He was just as surprised to hear it, but he knew that it was true. "I love you, too, my lady Katherine." He kissed her, long and deep, then broke the kiss. He nibbled on her neck, and then moved his lips lower. "I do believe I have a debt to repay," he said, then engulfed a nipple into his mouth.
"Ooooohhhh..." she moaned, as he used his mouth on her nipples. Then she felt him pull away, and move down lower. She opened her eyes, and his head was between her legs. She smiled slightly to herself, remembering that first conversation with Sophia about cunnilingus. As Dave dove in and started lapping up and down her wet pussy, slipping his tongue into her hole, lapping onto her clit, she moaned.
"Oh... wow... now I know why Sophie told me she liked this so much..."
Dave pulled off, because he was laughing. "You guys talk about this stuff?"
"All the time. My Dad was always afraid to tell me anything about sex. I get all my info from Sophie."
"I got a lot from my older brother." He dove back into her pussy.
"Unnnnggggghhhh... I do believe he gave you the correct information... oh Jesus..."
She wrapped her legs around his head, and started gently thrusting her pussy into his face. He nibbled on her clit, and moved his hand up, slipping a finger into her pussy.
"AAAYYYYEEEE!!" She screamed. She humped against his finger in her, and his tongue on her clit, and quickly came.
He lied down with his head on her thigh, looking up at her, as she came down off of her orgasm. Her eyes flew open as her breathing settled down, and she smiled broadly at him. "Dave, that was fantastic! Wow, wow, wow."
"I'm very glad you liked it."
He scrambled up from her legs, lying next to her on the bed. She was on her side, propping up her head with an arm, smiling broadly at him. "I'm so glad I decided to be less naïve."
"You're glad? Not that I was any less naïve, mind you."
"True," she giggled. She looked at him shyly. "You want I should return the favor?"
Something clicked in his brain. "No. Not right now." He reached for his boxer shorts.
"Something wrong?" She asked, starting to sit up.
"No. And DON"T MOVE!"
"Huh?"
"I only put the underwear on because I didn't want Mr. Woody getting in my way. I said don't move!"
She settled back into the same position, on her side, hand propping up her head. She looked at him curiously, and then got the picture when he reached down and found his backpack, withdrawing his sketchpad and a pencil.
She giggled. "You are really lucky that you're dealing with another obsessed artist. Most girls would think you are very strange for turning down oral sex in favor of drawing."
"I am very strange, but there is no way I could pass up this pose."
She burst out laughing. She was actually thrilled, and flattered, that he wanted to draw her nude. She smiled widely at him, as he furrowed his brow in concentration, looking back and forth from her to his sketchpad. After a few minutes, he flipped the page.
"Mistake?"
"No," he said, still drawing. "Two copies. One for me, one for you. I've given you both drawings I've made of you. This one, I want one for myself."
"I think I'm flattered."
He scritched away at the paper for a few more minutes. Then he looked up. "OK. I'm not done, but I've got the basics, so you can move, before your arm falls asleep."
"Good, because I have to go pee." She got up and headed for the door. "You just keep drawing, sweetie."
"I plan on it."
Kate was thinking while she was in the bathroom. As first sexual experiences go, this one was certainly unique. But, so far, it was wonderful, and so them. She finished up, and returned to the bedroom. Dave was still scritching away at his sketchpad.
"Hi. Yours is done." He handed it to her. She gasped.
"My word. Do I really look like that?"
"All over," he smiled.
"I thought the other pictures you did of me made me look beautiful. This one makes me look radiant. It's stunning."
"The picture is only as good as the subject. You are stunning. That's why the picture is." He continued to work on the second one.
"I know better than to interrupt you, but, when you get done, I owe you one hell of a kiss, you wonderful guy, you."
He looked up and smiled at her, then went to finish the drawing. She looked at hers. "I have a problem."
"What's that, sweetie?"
"I don't think I can get away with hanging this on the wall." They both laughed. Then she looked down at the drawing again. "To hell with it." She hung it on the wall.
"Katherine, your father will freak."
"Let him. This is too good not to be seen."
"OK." He made a couple last pencil marks. "Great, mine is done."
She looked. "It's almost an exact copy. That really is incredible."
"I'm just glad it came out as good as yours." He stood up. "Got to go wash my hands, be right back."
He went back into the room, and Kate made good on her promise, giving him his first blowjob. She was apprehensive, but ended up enjoying herself, even if she spit out most of it. Then they lay there for a while, half-watching a college hoops game, as they cuddled and fondled each other until it was time for Dave to leave.
* * *
Before her father got home, Kate chickened out. She took the picture off of her wall. But she wasn't going to stick in a drawer somewhere. She hung it inside her closet door, so when she opened her closet, she could see it, but it wasn't completely out in the open.
She knew Ellen had seen it, and she had showed it to Sophia, who thought it was fantastic.
If her father ever saw it, he never said anything to her.
Chapter 51 - Making A Name For Themselves
The weekend after Sophia and Warren got back from the Junior Grand Prix, John Vassar had his annual Christmas party. Four days later, it was Christmas Day. Even though she had more of a family this year, Sophia still went over to Warren's for Christmas. It had become "what she did" for Christmas, and she enjoyed it.
They had won m
oney with their skating. Although they were saving most of it for college and the like, they did spend a little more on this Christmas than they usually did. Sophia got Warren a twelve-string acoustic guitar, among some other stuff. Warren bought her some great outfits, the usual pile of books and CDs, and a pearl necklace.
"Oh my God, Honey, you didn't have to do this!" Sophia exclaimed when she opened it.
"Yes, I did. One of the reasons I got this was very specific. Your Free Dance costume for Nationals needs this. It will look fantastic."
"You're right. And, after all, we are skating to String of Pearls, right?"
* * *
Nationals were in the middle of January, in Providence, RI. Sophia and Warren arrived on a Saturday evening, and quickly settled into their hotel room. Practices would start on Sunday.
Sophia and Warren had always approached their ice dancing with no illusions. Their win at the Junior Grand Prix had come as a complete shock, and they expected the good fortune to end at Nationals. They were practicing about 15 hours a week now, and that was a considerable increase over the past--and they were still on the ice half the time as their competition. They referred to themselves as the "part-time scrubs" of ice dancing. When people asked them what their hopes for their first senior Nationals were, they joked "Top Ten." Which sounded reasonable, until the questioner was told that there were only ten teams entered. The US never had a lot of senior dancers--that's why Warren and Sophia hadn't had to go through regionals and sectionals this year.
Seriously they thought, maybe, they could get into the top six. Sharon Nicholas and Steve Coleman were the defending National champions. Marie Beauchamps and Victor Anders were the defending silver medallists, and Linda Bowers and Kurt Mullins the bronze. Then there were Allison Kingsley and Ed Forberg, bronze medallists two years ago, who had missed last year with an injury. Last, but not least, were their friends, the defending junior national champions, Vickers and Pogdar. Although they had beaten Shawna and Evan at the Grand Prix final, they did consider that a fluke.
