[Emily] A morning shower

Emily went out into the hall with her towel in hand. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom, and there was only one in the whole place. When she went into the kitchen she saw Sarah and Lucy making breakfast. The boys were nowhere to be found. Textbook. "How long have they been running the shower?" she asked.

The girls consulted for a second. "Since we got started, but that wasn't long ago," said Lucy.

Emily tried to hide her frustration. She went back and knocked on the door, harder than she meant to. "Hello, there's not a lot of hot water, can you wrap it up?"

A second later the tap shut off. Just a few seconds after that the door opened. Ben was standing there with his towel wrapped around his waist. He looked surprised to see her. She probably looked about as surprised to see him. "Hey," he said. "Uh, sorry for taking so, uh, so long. I'll keep it short next time."

Emily went red. "Uh, yeah, thanks," she stammered. That didn’t seem like enough for some reason. She looked around to make sure nobody could hear her. "Did Rachel end up coming to bed last night?" she asked.

Ben frowned. "What do you care?"

She could have punched him right in the eye. "Whatever," she said, pushing past him into the bathroom and slamming the door. She couldn't believe she had actually gone down on him. Noah had made out with some girl, but it had only been a game, right? What they had done was way worse. Her hands were shaking as she hung up the towel and stepped into the still-warm shower. Nobody needed to know what had happened at the dock last night. If it ever came up, and it wouldn't, they could just say he was calming her down after the thing with that little slut, Kate.

Emily decided she could use a little calm. This wasn't like her. It wasn't Kate's fault, if anything it was Noah's, or her dumb ass for pointing at them. If she was going to be on edge like this all day she would ruin the weekend. She didn’t mind giving blowjobs, not at all, but she had done two in twelve hours without anyone touching her. As she ran the water her eyes climbed upward to the shower head.

"Old faithful," she grumbled. She remembered the summer they had installed it. She had taken... a lot of showers that year.