Icy Romance

Chapter One

Caitlin Snow's P.O.V.

   I was in a heavy-ish sleep when Meghan Trainers' : All About That Bass played, the song halfway through, over my alarm clock radio; waking me up. Halfway awoken, I slowly sat up in my queen-sized bed, blinking away any residual sleep from my chocolate-brown eyes as I fumbled around for the volume control and then proceeded to turn up my alarm as I sang, very off-pitch obviously as I really couldn't sing to save my life, the chorus of the amazing song playing through the speaker. A couple moments later I finally forced myself to toss my goose-down comforter that was sky-blue off, let out a massive yawn and stretch that felt incredible. I then groggily made my way out of my bedroom and down the hall and into the first room on the right which was my bathroom.

   The first thing I did when I arrived at my bathroom after turning on the light, obviously, was close and locked the door even though I did live alone. I then stripped out of my comfortable cotton-candy pink cotton pajamas that were now in a pile at my feet. I then stepped into my shower-tub and pulled the navy-blue shower curtain closed and turned the water on and fiddled with the taps until the water was the perfect temperature and steam started to fill my bathroom.

   The sizzling hot water ran down my naked body which felt amazing. As the water was pouring over me I grabbed my shampoo and lathered it through my dripping wet chocolate-brown hair that came down to the small of my back. With my hair all lathered up, I then grabbed my bar of Olay soap off of the same six-inch shelf that housed my shampoo and conditioner 2-in-1 and lathered up my body. Starting with my arms and moved down my body to my breasts, pushing them together and finally ending at my legs. I then rinsed both the shampoo and soap off and then brushed my soaking hair out of my closed eyes. Smiling, I then shut the water off, opened the shower curtain and stepped out into my, now, completely steam-filled bathroom.

   Refreshed from my shower and dried off, I pulled my cotton-candy pink cotton pajamas back on and headed back to my bedroom to get ready for my day. Once in my room, I simply stood in front of my closet as I really had no idea whatsoever on what I should wear. You see this was a very big weak or has been, as we at S.T.A.R. Labs, where I work, were mere days away from turning the particle accelerator on, which was supposed to be a HUGE advancement for science.

   Deciding that I had spent enough time simply standing in front of my closet procrastinating, I pulled open both doors deciding to just dive in. I pulled my cotton pajamas top off, breasts bouncing up and down as the top slid up over my damp hair and tossed it in the laundry basket that was on the floor on the left-side of my closet. I then opened the top drawer on the right side of my closet directly under where all my tops hung revealing my collection of bras and panties. I then grabbed my ruby lace bra and slipped it on over my bare breasts and clasped it closed. I then grabbed the matching lacy thong panties and slipped them on.

   Bra and panties on my body, I began to sift through my tops looking for something that was sexy and yet professional to wear. I finally located a violet asymmetrical neck long-sleeve top that would show just the top of my breast cups. I then grabbed it off the coat hanger it was on and pulled it on over my head, messing up my damp hair a little bit. I then moved to my bottoms, skipping over my collection of jeans, completely in favor of my collection of skirts.

   I sifted through my skirt collection looking for just the right skirt to go with my sexy yet professional top. And as any woman will tell you, picking an outfit is very serious business, I mean you can't just choose any old thing the top and bottom have to go together. Anyways, after sifting through my dozens of skirts I found the exact skirt I was going to wear to work. It was a Cerulean-blue asymmetrical skirt that was shorter in the front than it was in the back by about four inches, and it showed off my amazing legs. With the skirt in my left hand I pulled the article of clothing on, sliding it up my shaven legs feeling the silk fabric move against my body.