Chapter 8
"Mmmm," Anna moaned happily.
Sam's strong, experienced fingers ran through her hair, working the shampoo into each and every follicle on her head. Her scalp was positively buzzing at the attention as she knelt on the floor of the tub, the hot water cascading down over both women from above.
"Can we stay like this for a bit?"
She heard the punk woman chuckle as she ran her fingers down through all of Anna's hair, making sure that every inch of it was lathered before she leaned over top of her girlfriend, grabbed the showerhead, and pulled it down, flicking the water to a pulsing massage stream.
"Oh god..." Anna moaned as her scalp was lovingly attended to, fingers and massaging water both setting her nerves to a full tingle, so much so that she bit her lower lip to stop from moaning out in pleasure. Instead, she leaned back against Sam's thighs, reaching her hands up and around to slide up behind the woman and grab her ass gently.
"Hey now," Sam leaned over and gave her a look. "Much more of that and I might just kiss you."
Anna grinned, tilting her head back as she gave both cheeks a mighty squeeze. True to her word, Sam leaned down and kissed her upside down, a hard, loving kiss full of emotion.
"Fuck," Sam whispered as their lips parted. "Two days ago it seemed that you were this shy little introvert, and now you're kissing like a porn star."
Sam slid down to sit behind Anna, her legs going either side of the brunette's hips. She handed the shower head to her so she could wash off, then wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled herself tight to her girlfriend's back. With a smile, the brunette instead put the showerhead back up on its lower hook, then pushed the plug in with her heel and flicked the little switch/dial/control thing, neither of them knew the right term, above the tub's faucet to the bath setting, water splashing for a moment as it started to pour into the tub instead of falling from above.
"Good idea," Sam murmured, kissing the back of Anna's neck.
"Get in front," Anna said simply, smiling over her shoulder. Sam responded with a smile as she worked her feet back, so she could stand up partway, step around Anna, and slide down in front of her.
As she did, Anna leaned back against the end of the tub, and pulled Sam's shoulders back so that the girl's head ended up between her breasts.
"B-bath pillows," she chuckled.
"The best kind," Sam smiled up at her, then settled in as the water rose. She used her foot to turn off the tap when it was up to her neck, just starting to crest over Anna's nipples. "This is..."
"This is my turn," Anna said, grabbing the shampoo bottle from the tub's side and squeezing a bit into her hand. She worked it into Sam's hair, using her fingers to work it down to the woman's scalp, a long, low moan of sheer joy coming from her girlfriend. She smiled as her fingers worked gently but quickly, the floral scent of the shampoo slowly replacing the scent of her piss.
She glanced at the open door of the washroom, where the soaked sheets from Sam's bed, tinged yellow with her piss, were waiting in the laundry basket, the duvet spread out on the floor to dry, and smiled wide at how kinky it had been to do that to the punk
in bed
.
"You took care of me," Anna continued. "It's only f-f-fair that you get some pampering too, you know."
"No complaints here," Sam whispered, her eyes drooped closed as her breathing slowed and she relaxed back into Anna. "Although, I won't call this aftercare... just pleasurable bath time with my girl."
"Call it w-what you want," Anna smiled as she worked the lather to the purple tips of Sam's hair, making sure that all the ends were taken care of, knowing that dye could lead to dry hair and split ends. "I just call it b-b-being in love."
"Amen to that," Sam sounded like she was half-conscious.
"You... really like your h-hair being taken care of, don't you?"
Sam cranked an eye open and looked up and back at Anna.
"Well, since you're my girlfriend, might as well let you know," she smiled. "My scalp and the base of my neck are two of my most sensitive spots, and you're doing absolute
work
on my scalp to the point I'm already halfway to an orgasm."
"Oh?" Anna said in a mischievous voice. She worked her fingers back up Sam's hair until her fingertips met scalp, and then she started to make small circles with a little bit of pressure. "Like that?"
Sam didn't respond, but her breath started to come deeper and deeper, until she let her mouth drop open and a low moan escaped. Anna didn't speed up, but did make bigger circles with her fingertips, the shampoo lather sounding like a pussy being fingered as it foamed up around her nails. She felt the lithe punk in front of her push back into her, trying to grind her hips back against Anna's pussy.
Instead, the brunette started to speed up her ministrations, and moved one hand down to the back of Sam's head and started to stroke up and down her neck, rubbing ever so gently at the base with her thumb. The other was nearly stroking from her forehead to her skull base, her nails gently dragging across the scalp in one long, continuous motion. It took only a few more moments before she felt the shudder pass through Sam, the gasp of pleasure from her throat, the twitching of her hips against her inner thighs.
As Sam panted and twitched, Anna carefully scooped up some water and started to rinse out the shampoo with long strokes down each side of her girlfriend's head. She was just rinsing the last of the lather out when Sam finally slumped, her head against the brunette's sternum. She tilted her head sideways and kissed the inside of one of the big breasts cradling her.
"You," Sam whispered, absolutely content with a warm glow in her voice, "are fuck-ing-ah-maze-ing."
Anna simply smiled, wrapping her arms around Sam, nuzzling down to the side of her face and kissing her cheek in response.
