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Ethan entered, taking up way more space than necessary. He wore jeans and a tight t-shirt. The tattoos on his upper arm were colorful and bright. The largest was an aqua-blue squid that wrapped around his elbow. One day I would map out every one of his tattoos.
“Get ready. I have an exciting day planned.” He clapped his hands together.
“Are you gonna tell me to wear a trash bag again?” I rolled my eyes.
“Correction, I said you would look good in a trash bag.” He pointed toward the bathroom. “I would suggest a shower but don’t wash your hair. Then clothes that come off easily.”
“It’s hot water day!” I jumped off the bed.
“What?” He scratched his head.
“The day of the week when we get hot water to take showers.” I averted my eyes. Did they not have a hot water day?
“We have hot water every day.”
“Oh. Cool. Yeah. That makes sense.” I shuffled my feet, kicking at the air. Hot water day was such a big deal in the apartment. Dottie and I would give mom a bath, which seemed to relax her. It was always her better days. If they had hot water daily, could she take baths every day? It would help her.
“Anyway, hurry up. We leave soon. If you need any help in there, let me know.” He grinned, then left.
It was the best shower of my life. The water was so hot the mirror steamed. I danced around as the water hit every angle of my body. I sang the few songs I knew, not well, but it was fun. He told me not to wash my hair, I did it anyway.
There was no way I would ever leave the bathroom. Whatever Ethan had planned, it couldn’t be this amazing. My skin was red and pruney, I didn’t care.
When I got tired of standing, and my whole body was washed twice, I laid down. The water caressed my body. My hands traveled down my stomach. I couldn’t help myself.
I thought of kissing Ethan. The way my pussy was soaked from his touch. I imagined his hand between my legs. He was the one rubbing my clit.
“Ethan,” I moaned.
I rubbed faster. So close.
Then visions of Tristan played in my head.They were both there. Both teasing me. Both bringing me closer.
“Tristan, Ethan, let me cum,” I moaned. The vibrations came. I orgasmed from my own touch again. I would really have to get one of them to give me an orgasm. Fuck, I wanted them.
“Uh, Peach,” Ethan called out.
Shit. I scrambled in the tub. Water sprayed my face. It took a few times to get up.
“Almost ready,” I called back. Maybe he didn’t hear me.
“It’s been an hour. We are gonna be late.” His voice was muffled as if he was on the other side of the door. No way he heard me.
I did a quick rinse and hopped out of the shower. Fresh towels were on a rack next to the sink. I grabbed one, wrapped it around myself, and opened the door.
Ethan stared. His eyes dropped to the towel. Would he take me right here? I wanted him too. Shit, I was getting wet again.
“So much for not washing your hair,” he chuckled.
“It’ll dry quick.” I shook my hair.
“The blow dryer is under the sink. That’ll be faster.” He pointed.
I blinked. No way.
“You had to have heard of a blow dryer. No? Get dressed, and I’ll show you.” He stepped out of the way.
Yeah, I had heard of them. I read enough to know of what is referred to as modern conveniences. I just never owned one. Even if I could afford it, they took up way too much electricity.
