"You, too," I said. "Get undressed if you want to take a bath with me."

I stood facing him, giving Eric a full shot of what he could expect to receive if he wanted to play. He wasn't getting short-changed, either. I'd like to be taller, but aside from that it's all okay. Vitals – five-four, legs long in proportion so that I don't look dumpy. Which is a problem with shorter girls who have full-sized tits. Mine are 34-C, with big brawn nipples that invite suckling. Hair is a rich coppery shade, and I wear it to my shoulder blades. Eyes are green, like a cat's, and while we're on feline subjects, the hair around my pussy is a shimmery shade of red, thick and silky. From the right angle, however, the pink of my gash is definite and inviting. The boys at school say I have legs all the way up to my ass, and a curvy little set of buns to top them! For a teenager it's an out-of-sight combination, and everything works. Perfectly. I don't get many complaints.

I didn't think I'd have any, myself. The only thing I didn't know about Eric already was the precise coloring of his cock, and it wasn't long till I could see that. For the record it was quite reddish when fully erect, as it was right now, and the balls underneath were cuddled in a small, tight scrotum.

His face was red, too, with eagerness and excitement, and he joined me in the shower with grasping, ready hands. I didn't see any percentage in playing games right now. Not when I felt that hot, hard rod bang my tummy. I just wrapped my arm around him and we oozed together.

While he kissed and felt me, I began to scrub his cock. My soapy hand slid up and down its steely length till Eric moaned and I let go fast, afraid I'd tantalized him beyond endurance.