Daring to slip inside.

Slowly, Terri made her mind up. There was no way she could just sit outside the bathroom and wait any longer. She was an adult, and adults acted on their needs. Well, in all honesty, what Terri was feeling when she rubbed herself under her panties was less "need" and more "desire," but the principle was the same. Besides, Terri embodied Tracer. And what would Tracer do, if she were in Terri's place? She certainly wouldn't be cowering outside the bathroom.

That thought actually made Terri stand up a little straighter. It wasn't as though she was alone in these kinds of desires. Even Tracer had a girlfriend! Surely Lena and Emily had been in the bathroom at the same time before. That wasn't something that grown women with fully-formed desires and sexualities were afraid of.

Terri drew her hand out of her panties, admiring the wetness on her fingertips. She couldn't believe that she had done this. With one final burst of courage, she placed her fingers between her lips. The taste was actually better than she expected, almost pleasantly coppery.

The door was still closed, with only her little crack open. She stared and stared and stared, taking a moment to summon up the strength to open it. If it hadn't been for the sound of Lynn's moans from inside, barely audible over the sound of the crashing water, she might never have been able to do it, but once that sound graced her ears, well... there was no way she wouldn't go inside.

Terri pushed the door open and slipped inside, taking care not to let out too much of the steam as she did.