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 (still fsolo)

   Chapter Two

   On Monday morning, Shannon woke up with butterflies in her stomach.  She
walked into her bathroom, undressed and deposited her tank and panties into
the laundry hamper.  She reached into the bathtub and turned the taps on,
adjusting until she felt the temperature was right, and then pulled the
knob so that the water would flow from the showerhead instead.  She
absentmindedly stuck her hand under the flowing water to make sure it was
right as her mind drifted to seeing Mr.  Holden in two short hours.



   As Shannon stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed, she
closed her eyes and relished the soothing feeling of the hot water spraying
her body.  She washed her face, moved onto the shampooing and spent a long
time massaging her scalp.  She felt her nipples harden and and thrust her
chest out, imagining that it was Mr.  Holden's hands in her hair, their
bodies pressed together, the water and soap running over them both as they
moved against one another.  She blushed and giggled at the thought, and
wondered what he would think if he knew the thoughts running through her
head.  He would probably be horrified, she thought to herself, and would
never let me come over again.



   She rinsed the soap out of her hair and squeezed some conditioner into
her hands, running it through the bottom three quarters of her long golden
brown hair.  She reached over and grabbed the hair clip that she kept in
the shower, piled her hair on top of her head and then secured it with the
clip.  Reaching over for the razor and shave cream , she prepped her
underarms first and shaved them quickly, followed by her legs.  She then
pumped some shave cream onto her hand and started to rub it onto her pussy
mound, and then her lips and into the crack of her ass.  She preferred
being hairless, and had always thought about waxing, but never had the
courage to do it.  She carefully shaved her lips and mound, and then
squatted down in the shower so that she could get all the hard to reach
places a bit easier.  When she was all done it was time to rinse everything
off, her favourite part.  She laid in the bottom of the tub, resting
against the sloped back, and spread her knees apart.  She let the water
rush over the outside of her lips and mound, cleaning away the remnants of
the shaving cream.  She felt it running down into the crack of her ass and
loved the feeling of it.  She pinched her lips in between her thumbs and
forefingers and pulled them open, angling her hips so that some of the hot
streams hit her most sensitive spots around her clit.  She bit her lip and
closed her eyes and moved her hips up and down so that the water hit every
inch of her, almost like someone else was touching her.  One finger slid
down her skin and rubbed her asshole, something she had discovered recently
felt so very good.  She wondered what it would feel like to push it in, but
hadn't had the courage to try yet.  She worked herself up to the point
where she needed to cum.  She started rubbing her clit hard, imagining
scenes from every dirty book and clip of porn she had ever seen, but
turning the people into her and Mr.  Holden.  She suddenly came hard, her
knees clamping together, back arching.  She gasped and bit her lip harder
to keep from crying out.  She felt a different kind of wetness between her
legs, more slippery than the water and just laid there for a moment,
smiling.



   Soon she realized that she had better hurry, as she didn't want to be
late for her first day at Mr.  Holden's.  She quickly got up and rinsed out
the conditioner, scrubbed herself clean with her big pink pouf, and hopped
out of the shower.  Suddenly she stopped in her tracks.


   "What am I going to wear??"