Lisa joins the others at breakfast.

Three, four, five in a row. And then Lisa rode the showerhead to another three orgasms to a total of eight while she lay on the floor of the shower. The horny fog in her mind cleared and she remembered where she was. There were seven other people in this house. Had she made any noise? Had any of them heard her? The very idea mortified her. She was almost sure that she had kept quiet. At least, within the acceptable range of quiet, quiet enough that she wouldn't be heard over the sound of the water. But then again, while she had been blasting herself with the showerhead, there hadn't been much sound, had there? She shivered. If the oh so religious Christa had heard her, she would die. But then again, Christa had probably never had an orgasm in her life, on her own or with her boyfriend Matthew.

Lisa stepped out of the shower. She couldn't meet her own eyes in the mirror, knowing what she had done to herself (over and over and over again) just minutes ago. Again she prayed that no one had heard her. She was ashamed. What kind of person got off in a house full of their best friends? It was one thing to have sex with your boyfriend, but another thing to fuck yourself surrounded by loved ones. Andrew would never have done something so sick.

She scurried out of the bathroom in her towel, looking both ways like someone's gaze was going to hit her with all the **** of a car. No one was in the hallway. And when she got to her bedroom, she found that Andrew wasn't there, either. Lisa dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top and ventured out into the cabin. There was the recognizable sound (and smell!) of frying bacon. She went toward it. When she got to the kitchen, she found everyone else, all seven of them, waiting at the table. There was a second, just one second, where she was certain that they knew what she had been doing in the shower, but that was impossible. She went bright red anyway.

"Sorry!" she squeaked. "Sorry, I didn't realize how long I was in the shower for! Thanks for waiting!"

"We didn't," Andrew said, finishing his strip of bacon.

"There's more," Everson said, rolling his eyes at Andrew. He was a tall black guy, and the same sort of skinny that Andrew was. She had had a crush on him once upon a time, but she tried to ignore it now that she had a serious long-term boyfriend. Plus, he was with Olivia now. "Just give it a minute. Sit down." He pointed to the spot next to Andrew. There was another empty seat next to hers, which must have been Everson's, because everyone else was sitting.

She took the spot, and soon Everson joined her, and she warmed up a little feeling how the two hottest men-- at least, according to her-- at Washington High School were on either side of her right now. Lisa tried to distract herself by jumping right into the meal. Everson was a good cook, and it was hard to screw up bacon anyway. The conversation was lively and slowly everything felt good again. No one had heard her in the shower. No one had noticed how strange Andrew was acting around her, and it even looked like he was getting along well with Teddy's girlfriend Aaliyah. They were always fighting. Life was good.

Life was good, that is, until she felt a woman's foot running up the inside of her legs.