Her Perfect Choice

Michelle carried the last of the boxes up to her room, the ones theyd brought in the car with the U-haul trailer dragging behind. The movers had already brought all the furniture in and were finishing up assembling her parents bed. She was feeling kinda grubby after the long car ride and had worked up a bit of a sweat making five or six trips up and down the stairs of their new house.

Looking around her new boudoir she thought,

Im gonna like it here.

There was a door from her room into the main bathroom, which also had a door from the hall. The Nineteen year old cutie went over and locked the public access door.

That can stay locked permanently she decided.

Her parents had their own four piece bath and there was a three piece powder room downstairs off the entry hall.

Theres no need for anyone to use this but me she stripped her grungy T shirt over her head basking in the luxury of having her own bathroom. The cargo shorts joined the T on the floor. She vaguely wondered where the laundry hamper was but realized that she didn actually care.

After slipping the shoulder straps of her sensible cotton bra off she spun the cups around to the back and unfastened the fairly new underwear letting it join her other clothes on the floor. When the white panties joined the pile she was ready to test out her new shower.

The small box in the corner had all the bath products in it. Finding the shower gel was easy, the shampoo and conditioner took a bit of digging. She folded the three bottles against her little boobie to grab her yellow bath puff. The plastic was cold and made her dark little nipple pucker, which in turn sent that thrilling pulse down between her legs. Michelle stifled a squeal as she clutched the shower essentials to her breast and deposited them on the shelf inside the semicircular stall. Returning to the larger box on the floor—the one with the linens in it—she had no trouble finding a bath towel which she hung on the bar next to the tub.

The single handle valve made adjusting the water temperature very easy. When she was satisfied she ducked into the cubical and under the warm relaxing spray. With her head back in the torrent of warm water she felt not only the grit from the move wash away but the tension that shed been feeling as well. Her shoulder length medium blonde hair was immediately saturated and hung in strings with the water flowing through it. She actually thought that the timing of the move was kind of good.

School would start in two weeks and shed be a high school freshman. Even if theyd stayed where they were—not moved—shed have been going to a new school with lots of new people. Either way her classmates would be in the same boat as her, everything new, and low man on the social totem pole.

The floral flower gel on the puff made copious lather as she worked it around her face and neck. When the stiff crinkled yellow plastic traveled over her breasts and brushed her nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in her tummy. But it wasn really her tummy—was it? No it was lower than that. It happened almost every time now. She looked down to confirm what she already knew; that the little peg in the center of the silver dollar sized circle on the front of her boobies was poking straight out. It was just like they did when they got cold. Shed taken to wearing a bra most of the time now because it helped to hide them.

She worked the puff down over her belly and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of blonde hair that had recently appeared between her legs. The white foamy lather coated her slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed it down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on her hynie gave her a similar but milder version of the feeling she got from her breasts.

She never used the bathing puff between her legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto her fingers she applied the cold slippery soap to her warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from her core until it reached her head, making it spin. Her fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, fuller; and somehow there was just more of it. Michelle couldn decide if the feel of her fingers on her girlhood, or the feel of her girlhood on her fingers was more intoxicating.

She wasn sure why but those feelings always embarrassed her. Some part of her wanted to go on exploring and feeling but she always stopped before the funny nervous feeling got too strong. When that happened her legs got weak and it was hard to stand up.