BETSY'S SHOWER

Betsy was thirteen and her birthday had been yesterday 
with a major party for moving into the "teen years," 
as daddy had said. All her best friends and even 
cousins had been there and everyone said it was a 
great party. She had been up until one AM helping her 
parents clean-up.

She awoke, stretched her slim, dark-tanned body and 
sat up. She had panties on but nothing else. It was 
hot already and had been warm last night, so she had 
skipped her baby doll top. Her tan lines were in stark 
contrast to her pale breast area -- still very little 
action there, but her nipples had gotten pointy and 
were pushing out her T-shirts, so she knew she was 
gonna get boobs pretty soon. A fact which made her 
happy since several of her friends were in training 
bras. Betsy was dying to have straps across her back 
too.

She felt her nipples and they gave her the little 
tingle she had noticed before. She knew it had 
something to do with sex but wasn't sure just what. 
Boys were always looking at her pointy chest bumps. 
She liked that, although she had no idea why they were 
so interested.

She got out of bed, went to her bathroom, peed, 
brushed her teeth and decided to shower and shampoo. 
She collected her toiletries, turned the water on and 
sat on the pot waiting for the water to get hot. Her 
bedroom was on the third floor. It took a while to get 
hot water up there from the basement.

When the shower door steamed up, she stood, slid her 
panties off and got in. She loved the feel of the hot 
steam and water on her skin and let it beat down on 
her. She lathered her hair, washed it while scrubbing 
her scalp then rinsed. She used conditioner even 
though she had gotten a short haircut for the summer. 
Daddy called it a "poodle cut," which she thought was 
cute. If she just blew it dry and brushed a little, 
her slightly curly hair waved nicely back from her 
face, pleasing her.

She reached for her wash cloth and found she had 
forgotten it. After a brief debate with herself about 
going out of the hot into relative cool to get it, she 
reached for the soap instead. She lathered her hands 
and washed her face, shoulders and arms. Rinsing, she 
lathered again and did her chest and tummy. The slick 
smooth slide of her hands across her nipples kept her 
focused on them for some time and her tummy got sort 
of fluttery. She was feeling tingles again and they 
were more intense than they had been before.

She lathered again and did her legs and feet and then 
with some distaste -- her mom said it was dirty down 
there -- re-lathered and reached around to do her rear 
bottom.

She soaped the round bubble of her "sitter" and rubbed 
half of it with each hand. It was sort of relaxing to 
press hard, pull against the cheeks and feel the 
sensations produced. She slid fingers into her butt 
cleft and wiped them across her poop hole. Normally 
the wash cloth did the job and she didn't have to 
think about it. This time her fingers were contacting 
her anus and she felt the wrinkles and ridges of the 
opening.

She explored a little and poked a finger tentatively 
into herself, producing a stretching sensation then 
warm hot tightness that was pleasant and intriguing.

She rinsed her butt, lathered down her belly to her 
crack and wiped the soap across her front bottom. For 
the first time in her memory she felt her own soft 
tissues. A pleasurable tingle arose there, a reminder 
of the tingle in her nipples.

With her left hand in her crotch her right hand slid 
up her tummy and chest, to her nipples. The soapy hand 
circled around on her breasts, and experienced again, 
the tingling in her bottom, much stronger than before. 
It caused her left hand to flex and press against her 
lower lips and her middle finger slid into her slit.

The intensity of the resulting sensation buckled her 
knees, causing her to sag against the warm tiles of 
the shower. She leaned there with her face turned up 
into the spray of the shower, her hand in her crotch, 
rubbing her nipples. Her left hand began almost on its 
own to explore the new territory.

More fingers pressed her swelling and puffy lower lips 
apart and entered the inner sensitive area. The 
feeling was so much stronger inside! She worked them 
around, feeling, squeezing and pressing. Her whole 
body seemed to focus on her middle. As she pressed 
against the inner lower area, she felt the "cap" she 
had learned about in health class and recognized her 
birth canal where someday a baby would come out.

The position of her hand forced her wrist against the 
bump at the upper end of her slit. The pressure there 
produced an enormous surge of pleasure. She slid down 
the wall of the shower until she was sitting on the 
wet tile floor with knees wide apart and hand still 
rubbing in her bottom.

Her eyes were half closed as she watched her hand 
moving in herself. Her wrist continued to press her 
bump. The movements of her fingers added to the 
feelings. The sensation around her cap was intense. 
She continued to wiggle her middle finger against it.

The soap had long since rinsed off her chest. Her 
nipples were stiff as pencil erasers and about the 
same size. She squeezed one and the jolt to her bottom 
made her weak.

She pressed on her bottom, while pulling at her 
nipple, and felt an exploding sensation that filled 
her entire body. Her hands pressed harder, her bottom 
humped up and stiff fingers slammed into her. Her 
middle finger went through the cap and two others slid 
into her butt. The fingers of her left hand had filled 
her bottom. The thundering pleasure of that act nearly 
stole her consciousness.

She lay on the shower floor until the water began to 
get cold. At last she struggled to her feet, sat on 
the potty seat and just breathed.

While drying off, she found a bloody smear on the 
towel after patting her bottom. Scared, she examined 
herself. Though finding no more blood, she was sore 
where her finger had entered the opening. She 
remembered her health class teacher telling the girls 
about the hymen and what happened when it broke.

"I guess I'm not a virgin anymore," she said with a 
grin. "And, so what?"

She had no idea how it happened but knew she would 
never use a wash cloth again, at least not on her own 
body. And, she figured a daily shower or two might be 
well worth the time.