She Showers in Beauty

Some people like to listen to music while taking a shower, they may even like to sing along as if they were on their very own show. Not June Summers though, she preferred to listen to audiobooks, more specifically: fictional stories. She had bought a whole range of them and also converted stories she found she enjoyed the most into audio format.

She particularly enjoyed listening to them because it made her picture the scenery being described in her mind. An artistic exercise she immensely enjoyed, so much so that she had installed a state-of-the-art sound system in her bathroom. This, of course, resulted in very prolonged showers.

Having audiobooks didn’t mean she was too lazy to read. As a matter of fact, she always read the book or story before ever listening to an audio format of it. Even so, she had gathered quite a collection, from which, on some occasions, she would seek inspiration.

The wide selection of stories stored in her sound system made it sometimes quite difficult to choose which one to listen to. This she sometimes avoided by choosing based on her mood. Right now, that was not the case. Since she needed to get ready to go to work and didn’t have much time, she chose to play a random selection from the short stories folder.

Most of John Newman’s stories were also stored inside that folder; she had even chosen to dub them with a voice profile that was quite similar to his. She knew those stories were his due to the way he signed them. Once she found that out, it opened her eyes: the ballsy student had used her for inspiration in many of his stories, although there was another who had inspired more. If only he wasn’t her student.

Before starting the story, she disrobed and observed her reflection through the full-body mirror that occupied half of one of the bathroom’s walls. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride in what she saw; her patience for being a very late bloomer had really paid off.

She entered the shower stall and, with a voice command, the sound system finally started playing the selected audio file. She turned on the shower, adjusted it for her ideal temperature, then turned around so only her back got wet. She stood there as the water cascaded down her back, happy with the result of the random selection as she listened to its introduction.

Suddenly, a rogue droplet of water made its way down June’s neck; it chose to follow a different path from the others. It made its way down towards her ample left bosom. Zigzagging down and as if on a rollercoaster, it stopped at the edge of the hardened nipple. As if holding on to dear life before the drop, it managed to stay in contact with the flesh and continued its way down the slope. Moments later, it accelerated down towards her navel only to slow down once again as it entered it. From there, it made its way straight down, but due to a sudden movement from the teacher, its direction deviated towards her left thigh. From there it followed the length of her leg all the way down to the floor, where it rejoined the flow towards the drain. In its extremely brief existence, that one small droplet had, so far, accomplished a more pleasurable experience with the teacher than any of her students could ever hope for.

Unbeknown to what just happened to the adventurous droplet, the teacher took her shower while listening to the rest of the story.

Ewan was alone in the world, having been **** to leave a comfortable feudal life he had with his parents. All this because of an unfortunate encounter with the town mayor’s bitch daughter. Of course, she made sure that he lost his friends as well.

Deciding not to bring any more shame to his parents or be the cause of any retribution against them, he didn’t ask for any help and left his hometown for good.

So, he became a drifter in search of a new place to call his own. After a couple of weeks, he found out that his plans were not working very well; his meager funds had run out in the first week. He was **** to hunt with very few skills and no proper hunting gear; the best he was able to trap were rabbits. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he would trade the furs or some other wares he had scavenged.

The danger of the wild was always present, so he was **** to hide very early on until he had found a more permanent shelter. This was one of the few good things to come from being targeted by his childhood bullies, he knew how to hide. And hide he did every time he felt danger approaching him.

One fateful evening, Ewan was hunting in the woods; it had been days since he last caught anything. To make matters worse, he heard rumors that, for the past week, local townspeople were being assaulted on the nearby roads. His fear of those rumors being true had delayed him from hunting somewhere else, even with the scarcity of easy prey in his usually safe hunting grounds. But now, he was faced with a decision of either starving or facing his fears; the need to find food ended up being the greater of the two. He decided to hunt in the forest not knowing what he would find.

As usual, he kept a very low profile, staying behind bushes while searching for either a place to set up a trap or observing for any sign of possible danger near him. While doing so, luck had shined on him while hiding behind a bush of berries: a couple of branches hadn’t been picked yet. Still, he knew he needed something with a bit more substance.

All that he had to do was be patient and control his hunger, which helped him determine the best spots for laying his traps. After picking the berries, he returned to an earlier hiding place and he waited, hoping for a very early catch. There, he ate some of the berries while trying to stay comfortable and still at the same time. Maybe he got a little bit too comfortable.

A loud scream roused him from a brief nap. Still groggy and unsure of what was happening, he stayed still and waited for it or any other sound to happen again. His senses came back to full consciousness after he heard a female scream coming from his left, the direction furthest from the nearest road. And then it happened again.

He ran towards the noise, passing by a trapped **** hare. His stomach protested against his disregard for the need for satiation. The unwise burning of a small energy pool did not help things either.

He reached the edge of a clearing in the woods and, with the help of the moonlight, was somewhat able to determine what was happening in front of him. Two hulking figures armed with swords were attacking a small girl. One of them managed to rip the top of her clothes while she fell. Ewan’s heart began to race when he saw the two, who looked more like beasts than men, starting to strip.

*‘Shit, shit, shit, what do I?’* he asked himself, thankful that he wasn’t noticed but fearing for the girl’s fate. *‘What can I do?’* he changed his question remembering that all he had currently with him was a butchering knife.

Looking back at the scene unfolding before him, he noticed that, in their haste to get naked, the attackers had left their swords on the ground between him and them a few meters away. Ewan quickly formulated a plan of attack.

“Let me go, assholes,” the girl screamed at them.

The two just maniacally laughed at her and started debating who would have the first go. The bigger of the two obviously won the debate. He advanced towards her while wiping the slobber from his lips, already anticipating the pleasures of what was to come.

Out of nowhere, the girl kicked him in the groin, catching the advancer by surprise. He had to kneel on the ground, the pain being much more than he expected coming from such a small girl.

The other gave a small quick chuckle for his partner’s misfortune. He grabbed her from behind, being careful to not be the receiver of any other sudden attack.

“Hahaha… I’ll hold the bitch for you,” he said as the bigger man snarled while getting back on his feet.

Meanwhile, the attacker’s laugh was having an effect on Ewan; it had brought back to him one of his saddest memories. It was the very same type of laughter he had heard from his bullies while he left his hometown in shame. Then, he looked at the girl, seeing defiance in her even at such terrible odds. Deep inside, something snapped. Feeling angry with himself, he sprang to action.

He had chosen to try and neutralize the bigger of his two targets. While still staying behind him, he picked up one of the swords, having to use both hands as it was heavier than he had expected. He lunged forward with all his weight.

“You’ll pay for that, you cu-” The bigger guy stopped mid-word as his right hand reached for the tip of a sword sticking out of his chest. Fatally wounded, he dropped to the ground. He would never know who his killer was.

Unfortunately for Ewan, the **** of his attack meant that its inertia was still a driving **** for him. He fell to the ground and lost his grasp of the well-stuck sword.

Meanwhile, the second attacker threw the girl to the ground and started advancing towards the intruder who was failing in trying to keep some distance from him. With a precise punch to the face, he made sure he stayed on the ground, adding disorientation to his status.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he snarled kicking Ewan in the chest. “How the fuck did a weakling like you kill my brother?” He kicked Ewan once again. “Answer me!”

In his state of anger, the smaller brother made one major mistake. As he was about to strike Ewan one more time, he found out what it was when the tip of a sword penetrated his chest.

“From the back, Bitch!” the girl said as he fell to the ground like his brother; the fatal blow killed him almost instantly.

The girl went over to Ewan with a smile on her face. Due to the state of her clothes, Ewan realized that she was older than he first thought. Rather than try to sort out the revealing state of her ripped clothes, she preferred to try and help him get up.

“Thank you for your help,” she said while Ewan chose to sit on the ground, deciding to wait for the effects of his injuries to wear off. Not sure what to make of her still silent savior, even though she was starting to feel the effects of what she had gone through, she continued, “My name is Caile, what’s yours?”

Before he could answer her, she fainted and started to fall near him. Luckily, he caught her before she hit the ground. Realizing what the results of his actions had gotten him into, Ewan observed the nearly naked **** girl on his lap.

From deep inside, he felt a glimmer of happiness he hadn’t felt in a while. Somehow, he just knew that, from that point forward, he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

As she exited the shower, June decided to stop the story and continue it another time. The next part of this story had somehow always affected her in a very personal way. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time for that, not if she wanted to arrive at work on time.