When Ashleigh turned to find the mostly naked form of her soon to be lover standing there, back against the wall, it was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling. Her hand wanted to dive between her thighs and ravage herself mercilessly, but not. No, wouldn't it be better to let Izzy do that for her? God, she wanted this woman to do things to her . . .<br/><br/>Some girls might have been more self conscious about their naked bodies. Ashleigh, however, was confident in her own skin. A byproduct of showering every day for the last two years in front of a herd of other women. Now it was just her and Izzy. Perhaps that made it more difficult. What if she didn't like Ashleigh's body? What if she turned away in disgust? No, that wasn't possible. Beauty may be objective, but no one was going to accuse Ashleigh Valentine of being unattractive. Yet there was still something so inherently vulnerable about what she was doing, exposing her body for judgement to the eyes of the single woman whose judgement mattered to her right now.<br/><br/>Ashleigh yelped when she was lifted off her feet, but it wasn't a yelp of protest or duress. It was a squeal of excitement, the sound of a girl unable to contain the sensation that came from intense nervousness suddenly being transformed into pure relief and joy. Izzy approved. And she was strong. God, but Ashleigh loved that. She felt like a child in her arms, light as a feather. They kissed.<br/><br/>The hot water beating down on her naked back was much more soothing than the rain outside had been, and Ashleigh clung to Isadora, not because she felt like her lover couldn't hold her up by her strength alone, but because she simply couldn't keep her hands off of her. Nails dug into Izzy's muscular back as they kissed, and Ashleigh squeezed her thighs tight around the other's waist until her ankles were interlocked just above her naked backside. Finally the kiss ended, and she took a deep breath, gasped for air.<br/><br/>"Izzy," she whispered, dropping her head so she could kiss her neck, her jawlines, her ear. "Tell me what you want to do me. Tell me what you're<em>going</em>to do." Her voice was no louder than before, but there was a tone of urgency in it, like Ashleigh needed to hear. God, but she wanted this badly. Her vagina was pressed firmly into Izzy's taut, muscular stomach. Even if the shower wasn't pelting them with hot water, her abdomen would have been just as wet, a sign of Ashleigh's unchecked arousal. "I want you."