[Emily] Emily takes care of herself.

Why not? Sure, she had just given someone else shit for taking long showers, but it was her cabin anyway. If anyone was allowed to... enjoy the shower, it should be her. The bathroom was filling up with steam, and it started feeling a little steamy in her head, too. Maybe neither of the men she'd been with in the last twelve hours had taken care of her needs, but there was still something hot about it. Especially the fact that it was all a secret. Now that she had covered up her tracks she could let herself enjoy that secret. She dropped her towel and stepped into the shower.

The water flowed over her body and warmed her up even more. She let her hands run up and down her sides, feeling it wash over her. It had taken her a long time to feel comfortable with her body, but she really did appreciate it. Long hours in the gym. Good nutrition. Why should men be the only ones to get any joy out of it? "Ooh," she said as the water ran between her legs. A taste of things to come. For a second longer she stood with her head under the water and thought about exactly what a mess she had made of last night. Not just getting worked up over her own fuckup, making Noah and Kate kiss (even if they still shouldn't have done it), but ending up alone in the dark with Ben, and then having to cover it up. But damn if it didn't get her going. She had never been all that adventurous, but she had always been a little turned on by movies with lots of wild hookups going on.

Emily reached up and unhitched the showerhead. Idly, as if to trick herself, she sprayed her chest and then her back before pushed it down between her thighs. She almost slipped when the stream glanced over her clit. "Fuck," she whined. Just go for it, she thought, and pressed the head right up against her clit. Her breath caught, her eyes fluttered. One hand pressed right up against the tile wall to make sure she didn't fall and crack her skull open. "Oh my God," she muttered to herself. Visions of the last night sprung into her head. First the unassuming little makeout session she and Noah had had in bed when they had been putting their things away (in the room Rachel had so rudely taken), then... to tell the truth, she liked remembering how good Sarah had looked in nothing but her panties, even if she didn't like the way the boys had looked at her. And then. Of course.

Ben's cock, pushing past her lips and going deep down her throat. Hard. Gagging on it. Feeling the warmth spread between her legs. Enjoying the feeling of the summer wind on her back as she opened up her mouth for his pleasure. Making him cum, and how easy it had been. The taste of it on her tongue. And part of her had loved how quiet they had both been afterward. No need to make a big fuss about it, just two people getting frisky with each other. Her whole body seized as she remembered that moment when they had looked at each other in the dark. She put her cheek against the wall and allowed herself to enjoy it all.