The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of the water. Seeing Mandy next to me, I figured it must be Katie enjoying an early morning hot shower. I could not believe how happy our experience the night before made me. I began to gaze at Mandy's sleeping face, so sweet and young, and so peaceful now. My mind raced as I hoped she wouldn't wake and run out of the room, appalled that she let us have our way with her, and wishing this moment would last a bit longer.
Then, as I kissed her face softly, she awoke, mumbling something about how delicious our cuddling had been. Our feet met underneath the covers, warming each other and reminding us of our new bond.
"Who's in the shower?", Mandy asked.
"Katie, of course, but its ok, you can shower downstairs if you need to leave right away..."I stammered trying to make her exit more graceful, in case she had any morning after regrets.
"No, that's ok, Steve (her fiancé) is in D.C. for some conference until Monday, and my parents think I'm Santa Barbara with Stacy and Cassie....I'm free as a bird..." hummed Mandy, to my obvious delight.
I took her by the hand as we approached the half open door, steam pouring out of the top of the doorframe, as Katie allowed the water to rinse the last of her conditioner from her blonde mane.
"What are you two up to?" asked Katie as she slid the opaque glass panel a bit to see us huddled and peaking at her. "Why don't you two join me...I know you're both dirty girls in need of a good scrubbing!" I laughed. Mandy wasted no time, sliding off the oversized tee and white athletic socks she had borrowed to keep warm last night.
A glance passed between Katie and I. We were both obviously delighted at her enthusiastic attitude toward our fun loving games. It was like a dream we both hoped would not end, thinking too much about it could only ruin it. Were we opening our up until now exclusive relationship to this young 19 year old? Or was it a mere fling. An exploration of long repressed desires we could share without repercussions? Could we enjoy this without jealousy or feeling threatened by her incredible looks. She was like a young version of Jennifer Connolly, from her clear blue eyes, to her dark long locks, and full D cups, so firm and sweet.
But for now, we could not resist, I was already nude and thanks to our huge shower stall we all stood in the center allowing the warm water to relax us. After a few awkward giggles, we began to focus our attention on Mandy, our hands massaging her shoulders and back. I grabbed the soap and shared with Katie. Time seemed to slow and a nice silence descended on us, our hands spreading the smooth texture of the soap over her smooth skin. It was sensual at this point, but not very sexual, as we concentrated on her back and lower legs and arms, ignoring her more obvious erogenous zone for now. We then rinsed her off, our fingers barely touching her mound, just grazing it, as if to make her beg us to do more.
Suddenly, as if I psychic light flashed simultaneously in both Katie's and my mind, we looked over at the shower stall bar on the far end, normally used for hanging our face towels and such. Katie smiled and articulated what we both were thinking, "Mandy, why don't you turn this way and put your hands here for a moment."
I chimed in, "yes and tilt your torso forward a bit....place your feet a bit more apart...." We both watched as Mandy complied with our request to place her in a most vulnerable yet sexy position. Her legs firmly planted, with her body tilted down, exposing her precious buns to our loving exploration.
