Chapter 30

The warm steam from the shower filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror and clinging to the tiled walls. Lucy stepped under the spray first, letting the water cascade over her slender frame, her pale skin turning pink under the heat. She tilted her head back, her fiery red hair darkening as it soaked through. Thank God, the coat of piss was finally washing away.

Naomi hovered at the edge of the shower, biting her lip. “Lucy, doesn’t your mum mind that we’re ... you know, showering together?”

Lucy turned, her blue eyes shining through the sheen of falling water. She reached out, grabbed Naomi’s wrist and pulled her gently under the spray. “Oh, come on, Naomi, mummy doesn’t care. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked a million times before, right?”

Naomi hesitated, but the urge to cleanse herself won out and she brought her head under the shower, the water immediately plastering her dark hair to her head. “I know, but ... it still feels weird.”

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully, reaching for the bottle of shower gel. She squeezed a dollop of gel into her palm and began lathering it over her body and Naomi’s. “It’s not like we’re doing anything that interesting. Unless you want to make it interesting?”

Naomi smiled and finally relaxed a little, her shoulders dropping as she allowed herself to enjoy Lucy smearing the gel over her breasts.

“Lucy,” Naomi said, “what you said earlier in the bus ... about my ... you know. My pee. Did you really mean that?”

Lucy turned to face Naomi fully, her expression softening. “Yeah, I did, I know it sounds gross, but ... I don’t know. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. It was kinda sweet, actually.” She shrugged, as if it were no big deal that she had been forced to drink her friend’s piss. “I mean, after everything else that ape forced us to do, it was almost ... nice? In a weird way.”

“Lucy, that’s so messed up,” Naomi laughed, while then admitting “You know what, yours tasted pretty nice too, much better than that fucking brute’s piss!”

Lucy laughed, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. “I know, I know. Come on, let’s get out. And we should brush our teeth, my breath smells like, well, piss!”

Naomi giggled and followed, wrapping herself in a towel ... only to pause and stare down at it. “These towels are so small,” she groaned, holding it up. “God, they barely cover my nipples and my—my cooch!”

Lucy glanced over, her own towel barely covering her hips, and grinned. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, tossing her damp hair over her shoulder. “it’s just mummy here!” Naomi sighed, but she didn’t argue. She just adjusted the towel as best she could, brushed her teeth, and followed Lucy out of the bathroom,

----------------- Naomi stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, and the too-small towel barely covering her. She was surprised at the sight of Samantha. Lucy’s mother, lounging on the sofa. Samantha was dressed in nothing but a pair of pink panties and a strappy white vest top, her full breasts peeking out from the loose fabric, her curves soft and hourglass-like, a stark contrast to her daughter’s slender frame. A bottle of red wine sat on the coffee table beside her, half-empty, and her lips curved into a warm, slightly tipsy smile as she looked the two girls up and down.

Naomi’s face burned. “Er, yes,” she stammered, her fingers tightening around the towel. Lucy, on the other hand, simply carried her towel in one hand and walked unashamedly naked in front of her own mother.

“I put your clothes in the washing machine,” Samantha said. “Naomi, your mother would not be happy if I returned her daughter to her reeking of piss!”

“Er ... thank you, Mrs. McSworley,” Naomi replied, her mind drifting to her own mother. She remembered how delighted her stuck-up mother had been when she learned Naomi had become friends with Lucy McSworley. Her mother and Samantha had often exchanged diatribes at the school gates, bonding over their shared conservative values and complaints about how the world was “going to the dogs” with gay and trans rights and what they called “low-class values.”