Warm water leaked down Nancy's young body, her damp black hair falling over her shoulders, pushed down by the stream, her skin shining under the droplets.
Her right hand was caressing her crotch, having a last moment of innocent intimacy with her sex before giving her virginity away.
She was horny, thinking of how events would develop, how her first time would be, and every scene she imagined was hot as hell.
Her fingers absently reached for her crotch, where they danced almost daily, and, before she realised, she was massaging her clit, pleasure darting through her body.
She needed every last drop of self-control to stop herself from reaching an orgasm. Although she loved to masturbate, if fucking felt nearly as good as fingering, she wanted to arrive absolutely ready for it.
She closed the tap, her hair dripping and her slick body shining, and reached for a white bathrobe. Her terse body was getting rubbed dry when she raised her gaze and found her naked reflection in the mirror.
She was eighteen, at last, the age her boyfriend was waiting before fucking her. They had had some sex since then, but wasn't until today that her boyfriend's house was empty, finally giving them a private space for losing her virginity.
Her big brown eyes shone in the mirror, her petite face glinting with an innocent smile, but her body was definitely a woman's. Her breasts had always been the biggest in the group, and she had found plenty of classmates staring at them.
Her boyfriend loved them, too, and he grabbed them every time they kissed. And she loved it. It was not only for the pleasant sensation of the caressing, but for the effect they had on her partner's underpants.