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Chapter 49

Billie stepped into the bathroom first. It was claustrophobic and the ceiling light gave off a dull buzz. John shut them in, eying Billie anxiously the whole while. He did a good job of remaining calm, but Billie still thought he looked like a kid in a candy store- ready; excited. They starred at each other in the close confines. Billie had already lain with John and yet now she was nervous for the blatant intimacy. The first time they were together things had happened fast and under the cloak of darkness; John hadn't even fully seen her unclothed. Now he would, in blazing light. Her cheeks were warm.

Billie peaked behind the shower curtain, trying to look preoccupied and not as entirely scared as she really was. The shower was completely empty. Looking back up she saw John with a mischievous smile on his face before brushing past him, opening a small cabinet. There she found soaps and shampoos, reaching back into the shower and placing them around the tub. Again she stood before him silently, nothing left to do but disrobe.

"Turn around."

Her voice was low and shaky. The smirk never left John's face but he did as he was told, slowly turning his back to her. The shower was his idea and he was still pleasantly surprised that she'd allowed him that far. Whatever she said after that he had to oblige.

Billie turned around after he did, needing to make sure he consented. She faced a wall, pulling her hair over her shoulder. Her fingers reached around her neck, fumbling with the back of her dress. When it finally came loose she looked over her shoulder cautiously, seeing that John was working his shirt off his shoulders, suddenly frowning when he glanced her way. "Don't peak!"

He turned back around again, chuckling. "Alright doll, I won't." His voice was low and soft. Nothing could bother him now, in that situation all was well- even her bashful commands. His shirt fell to the floor, his hands going to his belt. His pants joined the heap of clothes on the floor, then his undershirt, and he paused before removing his boxers. The moment felt thrilling, he imaging her just inches away also in her underclothes. There was anticipation, a touch of nerves, and he felt so young. She could tap into his deepest, most vulnerable emotions. A second later he stepped out of the flimsy boxers, a light chill on his skin.

He contemplated turning around, wondering when he should, if she were ready, and then he heard the shower curtain move and the water being turned on. The noise was loud, boisterous, drowning out everything else. He turned around, the place where she once was now empty. Her clothes filled up the floor, her feminine underwear on top. He had another shiver.

The water was warm, Billie fixing it so it turned hot. Her hands shook slightly, waiting. She was and felt completely exposed in every way. Her arms were across her chest, as if wanting to hide, when she let them relax and ran a hand through her hair. She needn't be nervous. John liked her, loved her, and she believed that. She wanted to be prefect for him but when she looked at herself all she saw were flaws. He didn't see her like that. She shouldn't be nervous; if she were to share herself, her body, with anyone it would be him. There came the sound of the shower curtain moving, the presence of another person entering, and she felt herself stop breathing.

Her back was to him. When John saw this he, too, almost forgot to exhale. The sight of her, the image of all that skin, was assaulting. For a moment his eyes were glued to her backside, and he remembered seeing it clothed tightly in a dress, Billie standing in a dressing room. Did he imagine then that one day he would actually see what it was he fantasized? Never; and it was better than anything he could have dreamed. It was almost funny how drawn he was to that part of her body. He'd never had any kind of fetish toward women's derrieres until Billie. It wasn't until setting his sights on her did he finally get it.

It wasn't just her tush. From that point her legs extended down, shaped and taut, and her back ran upward, soft and seductive. Her skin curved perfectly from her shoulders, to the line of her spine, and down to a waistline that still boggled him. The image was only blocked by a river of long, dark hair that moistened to her back. She fascinated him simply by being so different from himself; he wasn't used to such shapes, softness. And all of her was soaking wet, shimmering. He groaned into her ear as he embraced her.

Since the moment she heard the curtain move it felt like forever for him to touch her. Billie's eyes shot wide open as he seemed to gather her up all at once, murmuring pleasurably in her ear, his lips and tongue running all along that area. His palms splayed out across her waist, sliding. Her head arched back to him, her eyes closing. She could feel his hardness as he held her close. Her body tingled. As he kissed and breathed heavy in her ear his palms slipped across her skin, over her stomach and up along her breasts. This touch even caused her to jerk. John was overwhelmed with her- how soft she was, how small, how everything about her was perfectly formed.

As she remained there in his grasp he was enthralled by how he could almost completely cradle and hide her body with his own. He was so much bigger; stronger. If he wanted to, he could have complete control of her. He could hurt her. This idea was so vivid, so powerful, that it made him sick. Almost the whole world was also bigger and stronger than she; she was so delicate. He had to take care of her, protect her and make sure that nothing and no one ever hurt her. Perhaps that was his ultimate purpose.

"Turn around," he whispered to her. Slowly, she did. He almost gasped, shamelessly starring down her body. Billie was ambushed by his figure. Much in the same way he fawned over her, Billie ran her hands down his chest and felt awed with wonder. Unlike hers, his body was hard to the touch; everything about him that she touched felt literally forbidden. "You're prefect," he told her before kissing her lips hungrily, taking the phrase directly from her own thoughts.

Suddenly the kisses were arresting and hotter than the water. Both of their bodies dipped in and out of the water flow, all the sensations tantalizing. Their bodies, bare and soaked, pressed and brushed and fondled the other. Billie could hardly think but when she did all her feelings and thoughts were torn. How could she ever deny him like this? As if reading her thoughts again John led her toward the wall of the shower, her back against it. She was breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling much to his pleasure. John started to kiss her, down her neck, toward her shoulder, then lower.

Her body almost buckled when he neared her breasts, exploring and teasing with his lips, his tongue, and she'd never felt such a sensation before. It pleased and alarmed her tremendously. "John!" she gasped, wishing to get his attention over the loud drone of the water. He arched up, resting his hand against the wall over her shoulder for support. He pushed their bodies closer, looking into her eyes. John's were the smoldering black, overpowering. Billie could feel his hardness nudging her core, she more than aroused herself but trying to deny it with all her might.

"You promised."

Their eyes starred at each other. John was breathing deeply as well, his head falling with raspy breaths. Wet locks of his hair hung down over his face, he pushing them back forcefully. "It's hard..." he muttered, almost sounding in pain. The problem wasn't that Billie couldn't control herself, but that John found it difficult. She was learning about his hungry, needy sexual appetite when she herself was just accepting the whole basic idea. His hand touched her waist, rising up and down, brushing the curve of her breasts again. Her body never seemed at all special for any particular reason, but John gazed at her and touched her like she was a rare, precious wonder. The yearning in his eyes, in his body, was definite. Billie didn't want to disappoint him. She could bend the rules, couldn't she?

"Just you," she said, meeting his eyes and pronouncing the words so he understood her completely. When he opened his mouth to reply, to question or deny the suggestion, Billie was already touching him. Her hand lightly, gently brushed his arousal and John was leaning against the wall again, gasping for breath. His eyes were closed, pleasure reading all across his face. It was a beautiful look, and the sounds he made were beautiful, they arousing Billie as well. It was a wonder to see what she was capable of, what just her hand, her touch, could bring about in him. His hands ran over her body, caressing, fondling, until he kissed her hungrily and then he was succumbing to passion.

He moaned and groaned, Billie loving the sounds but afraid of their volume. She placed a finger over his lips, a quiet reminder, and as he calmed he lightly kissed her finger. For a time he appeared very weak. His body was hunched and tired, his eyes looking extra sleepy. She was glad to have given him such a feeling after all their stress and before he could finally rest for the night, but she was wanting too. She wished she could have further experienced his body, and he of hers, and the thought seemed to be on his mind as well.

"Next time..." he said shakily. "Next time..."

Again, she silenced him with her finger. "I know." It was another promise confirmed with a kiss.