Chapter 27

My eyes opened to a darkened room, the gentle sound of rain falling on my window. It was the second time I’d woken up this morning, the first earlier when I wanted to go for a run. The rainy weather and a stiff body gave me a sign that I should return to bed to sleep in. I managed to get another couple of hours’ worth, which felt great. I hadn’t slept particularly well the past few nights, so it was good to feel rested again.

As I stretched out and slid the sheets off of me, I could see a small white stain on the sheets underneath me. I guess I hadn’t cleaned myself up well enough at Brad’s or he’d dumped a larger amount of his little swimmers than usual. I shrugged as I stood up out of bed, seeing a large one close by left by Riley’s last night here. It was strange not having to hide my sexual activities anymore, although with the state of the household, I wasn’t about to flaunt it, either.

Opening the curtains, I stood naked looking down on the wet city below. A cool breeze snuck through the cracks on the windowsill, giving me goosebumps. I checked the time and it was almost 11:00 am, not that I had much planned for my last full day before starting my new job.

Tossing on my trusty housecoat, I decided to venture out of my room. I listened at my door, ear pressed against the wood, to try to hear if anyone was home. I heard only silence, so I took the risk and opened the door.

I found myself alone, my parents having gone into work. Mom usually worked from the office, so that wasn’t a big surprise, but Dad liked to work from home. It was pretty evident he was either still mad at me or was trying to avoid me. It felt bad because I missed having Dad around.

I decided to take a shower since there wasn’t much else to do. I felt a little grimy from sleeping and from my evening with Brad. After I turned on the hot water, I stripped off my robe and looked at myself in the mirror before it fogged up.

I still looked tired, but nowhere near as bad as I had the last few days. My knees were bruised, and my nipples were redder than normal. I guess we got a little carried away yesterday, but it was a small price to pay for such fun. I opened my legs a few inches and pulled my pussy lips apart; a white residue flaked off. I also found I needed to shave again, as it was a little scratchy down there.

I reached my hand to test the water and it was nicely warm. I stepped in, and put my head underneath the cascading warm water. If I tried, I could imagine I was bathing under a warm tropical waterfall instead of just being at home alone.

I washed my hair first, letting the soap and bubbles drip over my body as I rinsed it out. I missed having Riley with me in the shower, it was fun to have company. I missed the teasing and touching, plus it was just nice to have someone to wash my back.

Rubbing a bar of soap against my skin, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and imagine it was someone else. The bar passing over my breasts, lathering me up, and teasing them. It got me excited.

I continued my soapy journey, spreading a slippery trail of suds wherever my hands passed. As I neared my thighs, I parted them to get into my tight places. I moaned, starting to hunger for deeper touches, but I didn’t want to give in to myself right away.

My hands continued down one leg, bending over till I touched my toes. What I wouldn’t give to have someone behind me, I thought. Then I started on the other side and moved my way back up.

I don’t know why I was doing this in a sexy way, there really was no need. No one was watching, but it just felt fun and naughty. I wished Brad or Curtis were watching me clean myself like a dirty stripper.

‘I bet Tucker would love this’, popped in my head before I quickly pushed it back down into the dark and murky depths of my depraved mind. I had to have some limits, some floor I shouldn’t descend past. Yet, as I picked up my razor to shave myself, a little voice festered in my mind.

It wanted filth and depravity. It screamed that I wanted to be used like a fuckdoll. That he had been right and I was broken, in a way, and needed to let myself go crazy. The fact that Mom had done something similar when she was my age, seemed to fuel those thoughts further. And after last night with Brad, it was getting harder to push them back down.

I shaved my legs first in a daze, thinking about all the things I’d done recently and everything I still wished to do. I was still young, and maybe I was just catching up to other people’s experiences. I was always so nervous and worried about everything that could go wrong or what people might think of me. It made me miss out on so many things that I’ve recently come to enjoy.

I sat down on the shower floor to shave my most delicate area. I thought about how I’d changed in the past few months. I’d taken some risks and they paid off, like Curtis, Riley, and Brad. I’ve also had a few that have gone horribly wrong, like with Ross and the worst one, my Dad.

The razor, with the aid of a healthy amount of shaving foam, slid around my lower lips leaving a smooth surface. I had to push and pull bits of myself to make sure I didn’t leave a stray hair or four. Along the top of my public area, I kept the little strip of blonde hair; a little arrow pointing to my treasure spot.

I ran my wet fingers over my shaved skin, making sure I had a nice smooth shave. My eyes closed as the water rained down on me from the shower head. I was getting lost in the feeling of my fingers on my sensitive skin. A finger strayed down along my lower lips, pressing inside and running down the length of my slit.

“Uuughh!” I groaned out loud as sparks shot through my excited body. I brought my naughty digit back up along the same path, bumping over my aroused clitoris. Air caught in my lungs from the little shock to my system. I let my hand drop back down again.

My free hand felt lonely and sought out one of my breasts, kneading it slowly and teasing the hardening nipple. I thought of Riley, her soft fingers lightly strumming over the hard bits of flesh on my chest, as I played with hers in kind.

I plunged two fingers inside myself, feeling the walls stretch to accommodate them. I let out a low moan, enjoying the sensation of something inside me, even if it was just my own fingers. I still tried to imagine it was Riley and we were fingering each other simultaneously.

I was very turned on, as I pumped my index and middle fingers back and forth. My other hand switched breasts, playing with the lonely one. I kept my eyes closed for the mental immersion; my legs spread open as far as they could on the bottom of the tub.

Warm water poured down on me like a summer shower. It made me want to have sex outside in a rainstorm in the future. One of the little streams of water landed right above my pussy, near my freshly shaved landing strip. It gave me an idea.

I shifted positions, wiggling and sliding my ass on the porcelain tub. It took a little doing, but I managed to line myself up with one of the stronger streams of water so it would fall directly on my tender clit. It wasn’t a lot, but it did add an extra bit of pressure to an already hot and heavy body.

“Aaaaaah fuck! Yes!” I groaned, working my fingers faster.

I don’t know why I was so horny, I’d gotten laid last night, but I wasn’t about to stop. A third finger skidded against my asshole while I was fingering my pussy. It became too much, and I knew I was closing in on a strong climax.

I pushed hard, faster. I groped my tits rougher, thinking of Brad and even Tucker manhandling me. I let the finger against my asshole rub against the rubbery surface but I was at the wrong angle for penetration. Just the two fingers in my slit had to do, with the added water from the shower falling on my clit.

My toes curled up as my body started to shake. I shoved my two fingers as deep into myself as I could manage. I could feel my insides contract and squeeze the invaders, wanting to milk them like they were a cock, begging for cum. I took a few deep heavy breaths as I let my orgasm wash over me.

“That was a pretty good one,” I said to myself, as I withdrew my fingers. I could have just let the water wash them off, but instead I put both in my mouth and sucked the slimy juices off. The taste of pussy had gone from gross to good since the camping trip.

I stood up, my legs sore from the awkward positioning in the tub. My fingers and toes were shriveled up from being in the hot shower for too long, and my skin was red like a lobster. I turned off the water and toweled myself off, walking naked back to my room.

When I got in, I checked my phone and found text from Val.

‘Are you still coming over today?’

I’d almost forgotten in the glow of my fun shower. I messaged back that I was on my way and quickly got ready to visit my friend.

I stood at her door, my hair still damp from the shower. I didn’t have a chance to dry it before I rushed out the door. I was curious what she wanted, since we hadn’t hung out much recently beyond that one party.

I did miss them, and hanging out with them that night made me realize how much I’d changed lately. I wasn’t the nervous, giggling naïve girl I once was. Now I was something else, and could keep up with both of my friends on most things ... except drinking.

“Sup’ bitch!” Val said as the door swung open.

“Hey yourself, hoe,” I replied, as we laughed and hugged each other.

“Come on in. Mom and Dad are still at work, but I don’t want you touching the booze, lightweight,” Val teased, as she led towards her room.

“I’ll have you know I didn’t puke the whole night ... I think. I blacked out for a bit on the way home, but I’m pretty sure I held it in.”

Val laughed, “Thank God for small miracles.”

We made our way into Val’s bedroom, which I think was a foreman’s office or something back when the building was a factory. The room was almost three times the size of mine, with its own couch and sitting area. There was a large industrial looking window trimmed with red brick, which looked out onto an abandoned canal. Light streamed in where the curtains were open, the rest covered by thick blackout curtains.

We sat down on the small grey couch; just enough to sit two people comfortably or three squished. There was a small armchair too, but Becca usually sat in that when she was there. I looked at Val and wondered why she asked me to come over, especially without Becca there. We were always the three musketeers ... well, the two of them and me nervously hanging around in the background.

“So, what’s going on?” I asked inquisitively.

“Not much, you? Riley’s gone, I take it?”

“Yeah, a few days ago. Sucks. I like having her around,” I said sadly.

Val looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. “How do I know you’re actually you, and the two of you aren’t playing some twisted swap game?”