Emily happily gave her a large dollop of none-too-attractive goo bafore getting herself a slightly larger one. She set the bottle back in the basket before rubbing her hands into her hair.

Monique looks at the goo and giggles some, it wasn't cute or anything, but she was just so high on happiness she didn't care. She looks into Emily's eyes and begins to shampoo her own long hair, moving in to kiss her girlfriend again with a wink.

Emily smiled at the cuteness flowing form the dark girl. She bumped her with her hip as a thick lather started forming in her hair. She pulled its ength over her shoulder to reach it as she worked the froth into every inch.

Monique smiles and bumps back as she works the lather through her hair, and looks to Emily with a large smile.

"You know this means we get to do all that cutesy stuff non-couples hate now."

She giggles at the thought.

"You mean like hold hands wherever we go and never be more than a foot away from eachother?"

Emily giggled back, pulling a plastic comb out of the basket and running it through her lathered hair, making sure she wasn't just getting the surface.

"Yep! And then make out in the open, and feed each other."

She giggles and waits for Emily to finish with the comb to use it, she smiles at her girlfriend.

"And at lunch we can take turns sitting in each other's laps!"

Emily blushed, handing Monique the comb.

"Hehe... I think that's going a little too far..."

She stood under the showerhead, the water slowly rincing the frothy bubbled from her hair and leaving a beautiful shine.

Monique giggles and takes the comb and begins to comb her hair and smiles.

"Well then..sitting in each other laps in our room."

She winks and giggles, the joy she was feeling..nothing could bring her down at this moment.

"That I can do!"

Emily continued rincing her hair as she looked over at her new girlfriend. How could she be so lucky? Her dark skin stood out dramatically from the pastel tiles lining the shower. Small bits of frothy shampoo clung to her breasts and sides in stark contrast. It was as if a princess had come from some romantic forgien land just so prove that their women were more beautiful than ours.

Monique seen how her girlfriend was looking at her making her blush even more, not realizing she looked like an exotic princess to her at the moment as she leans her head back to let the water wash off the suds. The movement unknowingly making her look even more lovely to her girlfriends eyes, as if a that same princess was standing below a waterfall.

Emily blushed at the beautiful vision unfolding before her. She smiled, knowing that this princess was hers, and that she was the princess's. Emily savored the sight before turning off her own showerhead and walking to grab one of her towels.

Monique smiles at Emily, not knowing the vision her girlfriend is seeing and she turns off her shower, the water dropplets running down her dark skin, making those dark nipples perk a little as the warm water has stopped an the air is cooling them.

She grabs one of the towels and begins to dry that long black hair first, knowing almost sensing how much her girlfriend is enjoying looking at that wet, dark skin.

Emily squeezes the exess water out of her hair before drying it with the towel. She gazed at Monique's lovely form.

"Ya know, I didn't even know any black girls back home..."

Monique ties the towel around her hair to let it dry and looks to Emily, the white towel a very stark contrast to the black girl.

"You didn't, where are you from?" She realizes she never asked her before.

"I'm from southern Ohio. We had a few black boys in school, but no girls."

Emily manages to het her hair wrapped in the towel before reaching to get the other, wiping the cool droplets from her pale skin.

"Where are you from?"