Caitlin felt the fabric slip over her head and it left her in the plain dark blue bra. She didn´t seek to dress sexy like other girls did, so she most of her clothes were uninteresting and bland. The sort of clothes she could wear and fade into the background because she liked it there. Yet even with him having seen her in a swimsuit the previous summer, something about the way he looked at her made her stomach feel weird. It was too quiet and he was wearing more than her now. She fixed that, cutting short his gaze with the removal of his shirt.
She leaned in to kiss him again, her hand resting over the front of his chest and then feeling the muscle there she´d observed during the summer months. These were things she noticed but didn´t dwell on much. But she did dwell on them, admiring the curves in and out and the way water ran over them.
Caitlin wanted to explore this and her fingers trailed over his stomach and the back up to his chest, letting their kisses deepen as she learned more about how he tasted and what she liked him to do. "My head feels funny," she whispered as breathing became a necessity, "And you taste good."