Chapter 7: The bath

Sonya walked into the house and was quickly met at the door by Max. Kicking off her shoes, she reached down and took her socks off too. She was holding them as she made her way through the house. She went into the bathroom and turned the water on in the tub. She waited a minute until the water got hot, then plugged up the tub so it would fill. She grabbed the bath soap and poured it generously into the tub. She then left and went to her bedroom quickly, throwing her socks in her laundry basket. She set her music up on her phone with her speaker, the playlist she chose this time was her mom’s playlist, more specifically a number of slower sexier songs. She made sure the music was loud enough to hear from the bathroom. She then pulled the sports bra up and over and tossed it into the basket. Then came the shorts and tossed those to the basket too. Windows open with the fresh smell of cut grass coming into her room. She walked out to the bathroom and grabbed a towel out of the hall closet right away. She put that on the counter in the bathroom, as she checked the tub.

Turning the water off, she lit a couple of candles in the room and turned the lights off. Max wasn’t allowed in this time as he took his place in the hallway and lay down. Sonya tested the water with her toe. Feeling it was hot enough, she slowly immersed herself in the tub. She grabbed the washcloth and started to wash herself with it. Up and down the length of her legs as she sat in the tub.

She thought that cutting the grass actually helped build her up, building her leg muscles and helping her get in shape for volleyball. She immersed herself fully into the water, the bubbles covering up everything. Leaning back against the tub she brought her hands up to gather some bubbles around her. Her legs were extending down the length of the tub. Her feet rested at the end, as she let her hands rest to her sides. Her nipples were slightly exposed through all the bubbles. She put her head back and relaxed as thoughts of how to spend forty dollars went through her head. Tired as her toned legs rested and her arms floated over her breasts. Her hair wet and pulled back to her shoulders, she let her hands wander over her nipples. Gently touched each nipple with both of her hands as the water pushed back and forth across her young body. Relaxed and in a state of bliss, she thought about buying new clothes for school, maybe new pair of shoes. She thought of going to Victoria’s Secret but wasn’t sure if her mom would let her get anything from there or not.

The water and bubbles kept moving back and forth as Sonya continued to play with her nipples in the warm water. Resting as she thought of the money she just got from her neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Her fingers gently rubbed her nipples, with the bubbles covering the rest of her blossoming breasts. She slowly started to drift off as she lay there in the warm tub. Music still playing in the background. Her mind wandering as she lay there.

Money.

Nipples.

Mr. Johnson.

Money.

Playing with her nipples.

Mr. Johnson.

Money ... nipples ... Mr. Johnson...

Money ... nipples ... Mr. Johnson.

Sonya drifted off more deeply as the water calmed her, her fingers continuing to play with her nipples.

Money ... nipples ... Mr. Johnson.

Money, nipples, Mr. Johnson.

Nipples. Mr. Johnson

Nipples.

Nips.

She slips in the tub and falls a bit under the water, startling herself out of the brief daydream she began to have. Bubbles slowly go away as the water cools down. She quickly grabs the washcloth and wipes the rest of her body down. She pulls the drain on the tub and stands up, grabbing the towel as she dries herself off. Checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her wet long black hair pulled back, she wraps the towel around her. Leaving the bathroom she walked out to the kitchen still just wrapped in the towel. She grabs a Tupperware container of watermelon and pineapple chunks from the fridge. She sets it down on the table she grabs a glass and pours some water from the tap into it. Sitting at the table with her music still playing off in her bedroom she ponders what to do with the money; spend it or save it. She also wonders if she should tell her parents that she got money. If she doesn’t tell them then maybe they will continue to give her an allowance. She keeps eating not knowing what to do. Max lies at her feet in the kitchen. The towel bunches up as she sits there and exposes everything, doesn’t really matter as she sits there alone in the kitchen.