Saturday morning, we were woken up by the sound of... nothing. No Billie's name being screamed, no nothing. I woke up a little bit before Izzy, and quickly rearranged my top so that she wouldn't wake up to a nipplepalooza. After yesterday's chat, I didn't want to have her shocked first thing in the morning. But I did stay in bed holding her. That was something I wasn't going to stop doing.

She was beautiful.

She always was, but I appreciated her more now. She had an adorable little nose, and those big green eyes that I was just waiting to flutter open so I could see her smile. She always smiled first thing in the morning, as though she was surprised to find me still with her and in my arms. She needn't worry, I was never letting her go.

When at last her lashes started to move, and she moved lightly in my arms to stretch most deliciously, I leaned down to give that cute little nose a kiss. That quickly made her smile as she happily wrapped her arms around me and moved in for a good morning kiss.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"And a good morning to you." I rolled over onto my back, pulling her on top of me, and causing her to squeal. "Can I interest you in a shower and a trip out for a nice brunch before we go shopping?"

"Absolutely! That sounds pretty perfect."

We made our way to the bathroom, where we each brushed our teeth to get the day started. I couldn't help but notice that her eyes kept finding their way to my breasts as they jiggled under my shirt while I brushed, and it made me wonder what she would think about my shower idea. When we were done, she turned the water on and started to take off her tee shirt before she realized I wasn't leaving.

"Did you want to go first?" she wondered.

I shook my head with a smile. "When asked if I could interest you in a shower, I meant together. You wanted to go a little further, and this way we can look at each other and maybe help wash without it going too far."

She looked at me in shock for a moment, before she started to smile. "Are you for real?"

I nodded quickly. "I am. I still think we can move slowly, but I don't ever want you to think I don't want you."

She stood there, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "Do we get naked now?"

I peeled the tank top over my head, then slipped the little sleep shorts down, leaving me completely bare to her. "I believe that is how one showers, yep!"

Her eyes moved up and down, taking me in as her fingers fumbled for the bottom of her tee shirt. "You look so beautiful!"

She didn't seem able to find the hem of her shirt, so I stepped forward, and slid my hands under it, then slid my hands up to her stomach. "Can I help you out of your clothes?"

"You better, I don't think my hands are working right now!" she whispered harshly. I slid my hands up, guiding the shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor.

I gazed at her exposed torso, taking in the sight of her perky breasts and rose colored nipples, and let out an involuntary sigh of happiness. "Do you need help with the shorts too?"

"Please," she whispered, her hands on my shoulders. "I want you to keep looking at me the way you're looking right now. I don't think I ever expected anyone to look at me that way."

I tore my eyes from her breasts and looked up into her eyes, seeing unshed tears pooling in them. "Izzy, I'll always look at you that way, you're stunning." I took her in my arms, feeling the heat of our skin where our bodies met. Her skin was baby soft, and I could feel her hardened nipples pressed into the underside of my breasts. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in mine while slipping a hand down to her ass to pull away her sleep shorts. She did a little dance as they slid down her leg, and shortly afterwards she was as naked as I was. "Ready for the shower?"

"It better be a cold one!" she grumbled. "This is going to be rough!"

I just giggled and took her hand, opening the door to the shower and stepping inside. I didn't stop until she was in my arms, the water streaming over the pair of us. "Is it okay if I wash you?"

She looked up at me, then nodded shyly.

"You tell me if I do anything you're uncomfortable with, okay?" I told her.

She snorted. "The only thing I'll be uncomfortable with, is you stopping!"

"Maybe so. But once I stop, that means you get to touch me too," I reminded her.

Her eyes lit up at that. "You know, maybe we should do all our showers like this."

I squirted some of the coconut shower gel into my hand and then lathered it up. "We'll do this as often as you like. I promise."

I started moving my hands over her. With the soap, she was even softer and more slippery, but I made sure to move slowly. I wasn't just going for the naughty spots, I behaved and washed all of her, though I did accidentally tickle her when I washed under her arms. The adorably cute giggle was worth it though! Obviously, there were issues when I washed her breasts, as she was whimpering as soon as I started. The whimpers turned to moans as the palms of my hands squeezed gently and ghosted over her nipples. I didn't want to tease her too much, since it was our first time exploring like this. Her belly was a delight, and her side as well. Every inch of her was porcelain pale, and the contrast between her fair skin and my almond color was stunning. I wanted photos of us together, just our bodies intertwined.

"Trish, this is like torture!" she complained while I was soaping up her back and ass. "I don't know if I can take this!"

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, pulling my hands away.

"God no!" she quickly grabbed my hands to make sure I didn't let go. "I just might need to ummm... take care of things when we're done."

I knew exactly what she meant, because I was already feeling the same way. She hadn't even touched me yet, but the feel of her body under my hands had my core already dripping and my nipples rock hard. Would I be pushing it to offer a helping hand? "Izzy, would you like me to take care of that for you?" I asked softly.

"Yes!" she blurted. "I mean, if you want. I know we're going slow, but if you wouldn't mind." Her face was crimson now, and I was glad she couldn't see the smile on my face as she hung her head. I couldn't wait to touch her like that.

I spun her around, pressing her ass into my thighs and sliding my right hand down towards her center while my left hand moved up to cup her breasts. "Are you ready Izzy? Are you sure?"

"Please Trish! Don't make me wait! I need this so bad!" She had her head turned to the side, whispering into my neck, and I leaned in and captured her lips with mine while my questing fingers slid down to find her silken center. "Oh fuck!" she cried out, breaking our kiss as my hand grazed over her clit and started to explore. She wasn't shaved, but had fine, silken hairs that I couldn't wait to explore another time. But for now, my girl needed a release.

I didn't wait. Her whole body was already trembling, with our tongues teasing one another, her nipple being tugged on by one of my hands while the other started to rub her clit in circles. I knew she was close even before we were starting, and I had to let her sink to her knees while I joined her on the floor of the shower, she just couldn't stop her legs from quaking as she got closer and closer to the edge. Her kissing was becoming sloppy, and she was moaning nonstop into my mouth. At last she broke the kiss, leaning her head back and screaming as her entire body spasmed over and over within my grasp. I moved my hands slower, gentler, letting her ride it out while supporting her worn out body against mine. She was a treasure, and I would never let her forget it. That was so perfect, I couldn't wait to try it again!

"Holy shit!" she mumbled as she finally recovered. "Best shower ever!"

"Do you feel better?" I asked. I was a little worried that she might have hurt her knees on the tile floor, but she didn't seem to care.

"I've never felt any better in my life. I can't wait to wash you now!" she laughed. "Seriously Trish, that was absolutely amazing, and I know we're supposed to go slow and all. But fuck that. I can't have a taste and not want more! You're my drug!"

I could only laugh at that, but I wasn't going to deny her. I enjoyed it too much myself. "You can wash me whenever you like, but you don't have to take care of me if you don't want to." I didn't want her to feel obligated to return the favor, I had been too happy to do that for her.

She looked up at me, her mouth set in a stern line. "I'll pretend you didn't say that! There is no way I'm not going to make you feel just as good as you did to me, or at least try!"

"Okay, okay! You're never going to hear me complaining about orgasms!" I said in surrender.

"Good!" she grumped while squirting some of the soap into her hands. "Those nipples are mine, I've stared at them long enough!"