Taking care of her needs.

{If TCVibe = 1
}Beth stepped out of the shower to grab her vibrator from its hiding place under the bathroom sink. She switched it on, stepping back into the shower and getting to work.

{else
}Beth reached up to unhook the shower head from its cradle. Two quick snaps of the selector switched it into pulse setting. She leaned back against the cool wall of the shower and began to work.

{endif
}
She fixed her mind on a pleasant fantasy {if History = 0
}of getting a strong, primal fucking {if Shame > 50
}from Brian{else
}from one of her cute regulars at the bar{endif
}.{else
}{if Tatas = 1
}of getting fucked by {if Shame > 50
}Brian{else
}one of her sexy regulars at the bar{endif
} while he worked her tits with his strong hands. {elseif Dat Ass = 1
}of getting fucked {if Shame > 70
}from behind{else
}in her ass{endif
} by {if Shame > 50
}Brian{else
}one of her hot regulars at the bar{endif
}.{elseif Head Game = 1
} of taking {if Shame > 50
}Brian's {else
}a {endif
}cock down her throat until she choked on it{if Shame < 51
}, preferably one belonging to a hot regular from the bar{endif
}. {else
}of being handcuffed, choked, spanked, and mercilessly fucked facedown on the mattress by {if Shame > 50
}Brian. If only....{else
}one of her regulars from the bar. The big guy, with the muscles. He could pin me down... {endif
}{endif
}{endif
}
"Fuck...." Beth was getting lost in her fantasy and in the welling pleasure {if TCVibe = 1
}that her favorite toy {else
}that the pulsing, warm water {endif
}was bringing her. It didn't take much time for her to cum: a quivering, knee-buckling wave of pleasure that crested, fell and crested again.
After her orgasm, Beth finished cleaning herself, shaved her legs, and stepped out of the shower to towel off{if TCVibe = 1
}, absentmindedly leaving her toy sitting in the tub{endif
}.
Beth's stomach growled. Cumming always makes me hungry. She chuckled to herself, wrapping the towel around her chest and snagging her phone on the way down the stairs to the kitchen. She saw a text from Lisa, her maid of honor, and a missed call from Brian. Beth opened the text from Lisa as she bent over in front of the refrigerator, looking for one of her yogurts.

Lisa: hey bitch
Lisa: Lunch at IL FIORA 1130
Lisa: dont be late

Beth chuckled again. Lisa Paulsen, her maid of honor, was a crazy {if History = 0
}girl. She supposed it must have been a case of opposites attract.{else
}bitch. And Beth loved her. {endif
}

She had been Beth's friend since Beth's sophomore year of college. {if History = 2
}If there had been any hope that Beth wouldn't have spent her time in college getting as much dick as she could, being Lisa's roommate had sent them sailing. She had been an enabler and accomplice{if Shame < 30
}, in fact, she still was. {elseif Shame < 70
}, and she still tried to be, despite the fact that Beth was trying to be good these days. {else
}, and she still tried to be which worried Beth sometimes. I'm trying to be good now. {endif
}{elseif History = 1
}They had been two peas in a pod, and had definitely encouraged each other's sexual explorations. Lisa had been, and still was, the wilder of the two of them, though. {if Shame < 30
} Beth could always count on her for anything. Especially an alibi. {elseif Shame < 70
}Beth could always count on her for anything. {else
}She was a loyal friend, but sometimes Beth worried about her being a bad influence. {endif
}{else
}Beth sometimes didn't understand how they were so close. Lisa had been a yin to her yang: wild, and down for anything, compared to Beth's more strait-laced encounters. {if Shame > 70
}She sometimes wondered if it was a smart idea to keep Lisa so close. She could be a bad influence. {endif
}{endif
}

Beth: sure thing slut
Beth: i'll be there