Megan’s House

Lily kissed Jake goodbye and rushed through the door into Megan’s house. They had been best friends since day one of elementary school; she didn’t even need to knock. She called a quick hello to Mr. and Mrs. Thompson before bounding up the stairs to Megan’s room.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a mess,” Megan laughed as Lily burst in. “I was going to ask what took you so long, but I guess I don’t need to!”

“Fuck you,” Lily cackled, attempting to fix her rumpled hair.

She dug through her bag for a hairbrush, then sighed. “Shit, I forgot to pack a bathing suit.” In her haste to sneak in one last session with Jake, she’d come woefully unprepared for their plans.

“We can pick one up from your place on the way to the river tomorrow,” Megan suggested.

“That’s all the way in the other direction,” Lily whined. “Maybe I should just call Jake and have him take me home to grab one.”

“Hell no!” Megan protested. “You promised you’d watch horror movies with me tonight. I bought snacks and everything. You can borrow one of mine.”

“Maybe I should try some on.”

“Not while you smell like sex and are covered in whatever Jake juice you were rolling around in,” Megan scoffed, drawing more laughter from Lily. “Go shower, then we can have a fashion show.”

Lily undressed and wrapped herself in a towel. It wasn’t uncommon for her to shower at Megan’s—her house was like a second home. Megan’s family was her family, as far as she was concerned. She shuffled down the hall to the bathroom when, suddenly, a door beside her swung open and a body slammed into her. Lily tumbled to the ground, lucky that her towel didn’t come undone. She looked up to see Christian, Megan’s older brother, looming above her. He was shirtless, wearing only basketball shorts. The light from his room behind him cast sharp shadows across his toned, 22-year-old body, the contrast with the darkened hallway making him look even more imposing.

“Sorry, Chris,” Lily stammered. He didn’t respond immediately, and she noticed he wasn’t staring at her eyes—or even her face. Tracking his gaze downward, she realized that while the towel had stayed tied around her chest, it had parted, revealing her taut landing strip. Her heart pounded, her eyes widened, and she rushed to cover herself.

“No, no—my bad,” Christian’s voice was strained.

He lowered a hand to help her up. Once she gathered herself, Lily rushed to the bathroom, hoping the whole experience had been a bad dream. She slammed and locked the door, turning the water up until steam filled the room.

She stepped under the spray, letting it wash away her embarrassment, her heart still hammering in her chest. As she glided her soapy hands over her naked C-cup breasts, the touch of her fingers on her nipples sent an unexpected jolt through her body. The image of Chris, wide-eyed and frozen at the sight of her, flashed in her mind. The shame and embarrassment gave way to a slow, creeping arousal. She realized she had absentmindedly begun rubbing soft circles around her clit.

‘Fuck, what am I doing?’ she thought. She tried to push the memory away, pressing her fingers against herself with more intensity. She focused on Jake—any image of Jake. Jake standing over her, pounding her into her bed while she bit her lip to stifle her moans, afraid her parents might hear. Jake taking her from behind, thrusting her against a tree during one of their hikes. Jake admiring her in his car just before she came to Megan’s. Fuck, she loved being looked at like that—like she was a work of art on display. She had always dressed modestly, too preoccupied with school to develop her own style. But the way Jake looked at her when she was bare for him was enough to make her quake.

She rubbed her clit furiously at the memory, biting her lip to stifle her moans. Megan’s parents had no reason to be upstairs, so they wouldn’t hear—but what if Christian did? What if he heard her moans as she pleasured herself in the bathroom he shared with his sister?

Mmmm, Christian… The thought crept back in, unbidden. Before she could suppress it, her legs gave out and she moaned—no, screamed—as release crashed over her. A guttural, primal sound echoed through the tiled bathroom as her orgasm tore through her.

Lily turned off the water and sat on the shower floor for a moment, collecting herself. She felt guilty for thinking of Christian seeing her most private part while she touched herself—and even more guilty that it had led to one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. Only Jake was allowed to see her like that.

She heard what sounded like a floorboard creak just outside the bathroom door.

“I’m almost done!” she shouted, assuming it was Megan come to check on her.

“Oh, uh, take your time,” Christian’s muffled voice stammered awkwardly from the other side.

Lily noted that he was usually much more confident and self-assured when he spoke. Why was he being so weird? Was he thinking about what happened in the hall? Or—fuck—did he hear her? How much did he hear? Was he eavesdropping on purpose?

She smacked her head in defeat against the shower wall before getting up and drying off.