High Voltage/Refuse to take a showerF
From Create Your Own Story
Once the door was shut, I flopped down on the bed. It felt good to be off my feet. I didn't really want to take a shower. I sniffed my armpit, and Hannah was right: I needed to take a shower, but I really didn't want to confront my body just yet. I saw the shower caddy in the corner of the room, but felt no motivation to get up from the bed.
After five minutes of lying on the bed, there was a knock on the door. "Hey Lauren," Hannah said through the door, "I wasn't joking. We aren't taking you to Harvey's unless you shower."
"I'm going!" I shouted at the door. I trudged over to the shower caddy and picked it and a towel up and headed across to the bathroom. I locked the door, removed my outfit, and turned the water on warm. I waited a few seconds for the water to heat up, and then I stepped into the shower. The warm water felt amazingly good on my skin and I regretted delaying the shower. I turned my back to the stream and backed into the water, letting it cascade on my head. I rotated slowly to keep my entire body warm and I reached for the shampoo. As I began to work the shampoo into my long, brown hair, aromas of fruit filled the room. According to the bottle, it was supposed to smell like passion fruit; I'm not really sure if that's a thing, but it smelled good.
Washing my hair took significantly longer than it ever had before. Not only did I need to use conditioner, but my hair was so much longer. When my hair was done, I grabbed the soap and began to scrub my face, and then my arms, and then my chest. My nipples were way more sensitive than I expected. Jess used to complain when I would play too aggressively with hers, and now I could see why. My curiosity was piqued and I sent my right hand south and let it dance over my pussy. I cooed as my finger traced my clit. I felt like I owed it to myself to explore this body. As my hand lingered between my legs, I observed that the shower head could be removed from the wall and held by hand.
Should I:
