Lisa takes a shower.

Lisa couldn't help but taste Andrew's semen on her tongue when she closed the door behind her. When she tried to press her tongue against the roof of her mouth to escape the slimy feeling, she found that he had covered that, too. Even after they had had sex the night before, he had still built up enough to completely fill up her mouth. She raked her teeth across her tongue as she went into the bathroom. Before Andrew, she had never swallowed. She still didn't like to. But he liked when she swallowed, and so she did it. She was a good girlfriend, after all.

There was a whole collection of bottles sitting in the bottom corner of the shower. Out of the four couples that were staying at the cabin, three were using this bathroom regularly, and that meant three girls' shampoo and conditioner, three men's all-in-ones, six toothbrushes on the sink... it was a mess. But it made her feel warm inside. She had been worried all summer about what would happen when they all went off to college in September, but looking at those toothbrushes, all sitting together on the sink made her certain that they would stay friends.

Lisa disrobed in front of the mirror. As with every morning, she looked over her body for stray cellulite, or a growth, or anything. It was very difficult for her to maintain the body that Andrew wanted her to have. He liked a "slim thick" girl, and so she worked hard to keep the butt that he liked while she tried to stay thin. She was hardly super-model skinny, but she thought she was a healthy weight. Except when she saw him watching Max's gymnast girlfriend Layla, of course. She wore her dirty-blonde hair long, to frame her blue eyes, or at least she hoped he thought they framed her eyes well. There was no telling, with him.

Once she got into the shower all thoughts of the toothbrushes or the vision in the mirror disappeared from her mind. She couldn't take her eyes off of the showerhead as it rained down on her. Back in her childhood home, the one she had lived in until she was 13, she had had a showerhead just like this one. It had been... eye opening. Andrew didn't like when she used toys. But a showerhead was something different. She reached up and grabbed the stem, sliding it out of its holder and lowering it to her face. As soon as she did, she started to regret how cold it made the bathroom, but the place was steamy enough to keep her from shivering. Slowly, she lowered it down her body, allowing the hot water to wash over her stomach and then her legs, and then she...

She fell back against the wall of the shower when she pressed the showerhead against her clit. "Ohhh," she groaned. "I missed this." She smiled as if she were in a dream. The water felt better than any man's could-- or at least it felt better than Andrew's hand did, and she had only ever been with him. She pushed the nozzle even tighter against her clit and let out another low, long, groan. "F-f-f-f-fuck," she stammered. "Oh my God, oh my..."

She had only been at it for a minute when she fell to her knees in the shower, feeling the orgasm rock through her. "Oh my God," she gasped. Lisa let the showerhead fall to the floor, and she slumped against the wall with droplets of water spitting up at her face from the discarded nozzle. It was almost like one of the facials that Andrew liked so much, that even she rarely indulged.

Lisa had forgotten how good an orgasm felt. She had never gotten the hang of masturbating by hand, and Andrew didn't try very hard when they were in bed together. But this...