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Xavier looked at my naked breasts with an expression of shock, and pulled the door closed, almost before I’d had the chance to register what was happening. I took a towel off the rack to wrap around my chest but by then, he’d already gone.
I was too flustered to start my breast exam again, but I’d checked everything except the final inch. I started the shower, dropped the towel, and pulled my jeans off. I felt like a rebel as I soaped myself up, not touching that last inch of my breast that was begging for my attention.
How did Xavier feel right now, I wondered?
Was he longing to join me in the shower? My body was slippery from the soap, and I circled my hand over my abdomen before letting it dip between my legs, just for a second.
I wasn’t normally in the habit of masturbating anywhere other than the bedroom, and even then, it was only when Nathan wasn’t around. But today, I felt impulsive. Wild. Reckless. I ran my finger over my wet clit and felt it stiffen, reacting to my touch. Even though I wasn’t doing anything drastic, the combination of warm water and the briefest flutter of my fingertip sent my nerve endings into a spiral of pleasure.
I leaned against the tiled wall, letting it take my weight as I parted my feet on the slippery tiles and drove my finger inside my pussy. With my eyes closed, I visualized Jackson in the shower with me — or Adrian, or Xavier — and I imagined his cock taking the place of my finger. Especially when I turned around, imagining a fit male body pressed against my back as I sank three fingers inside myself.
I let the wall take my weight as I pressed my breasts against it to keep me steady, releasing my other hand to give all its attention to my clit. My thighs trembled as I pleasured myself, and I rested my forehead against the cool tiles as I panted, hoping that nobody else could hear me.
The orgasm crept up on me, my body filling with pleasure as the barriers in my head fell away. I imagined Jackson’s cock buried deep inside my pussy, his feet planted either side of mine, his abs pressing against my lower back with every thrust, and his voice panting in my ear as he murmured sexy words.
It was exactly what I needed to feel amazing. I sank my fingers in further, all the way up to the knuckles, and massaged that extra-sensitive area at the front of my abdomen from the inside, imagining his cock with all the detail I had seen through his pants in our drawing session. It wasn’t small, I could tell that much, and it didn’t curve to the side, either. It stuck straight up, rigid and ready.
Exactly the way I liked it.
I tried not to moan as I came, but I wasn’t sure if I accidentally let a gasp of pleasure escape from my lips. I kept masturbating as I rode the wave, hoping that the running water would absorb any sounds, and that the guys didn’t know what I was doing, even if they were in the next room.
How would they feel if they could hear me?
I’d never had to think about this in the past — Nathan had always made how he felt clear. He didn’t appreciate me pleasuring myself. Anything I felt was to remain strictly in the domain of his control, and I didn’t realize how fucked up that was until I moved in with Cora, and heard her masturbation-fueled moans every night.
When I’d asked her about it, she’d seemed surprised.
“Isn’t that normal?” she’d asked, as though I’d questioned her about adding milk to her coffee.
All of a sudden, the world I thought I knew had been thrown into disarray.
“I don’t know,” I’d admitted. “Is it?”
But now that I was doing that exact thing, I had to admit, it felt perfectly normal to me, even though I was doing it in a shower that was used by three other people. Or, maybe, that knowledge made it even hotter. Who would be the next person to stand here under the running water — Xavier, Jackson, or Adrian — without knowing what I’d done while leaning against the tiles?
I felt so much more relaxed after my shower and hummed a song my mom used to sing to me as I left the bathroom in a thick winter dress and a towel wrapped around my hair.
Xavier was waiting for me in the hall, and I grinned at him.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice higher than usual. “I should have knocked — I didn’t hear the water running, so I assumed…”
I didn’t care. My orgasm had made me feel like I was on top of the world.
“It’s fine.”
“But I made the guys promise…” Xavier started. To ease his anxiety, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips before he could finish the sentence. I’d never been that forward with a man before — I’d always let them make the fist move — but the kiss didn’t even feel sexual. It was meant to be reassuring, and it worked. Xavier’s breathing slowed and his voice deepened to its usual pitch.
“What were you doing, anyway?” he asked.
My hand automatically flew up to my chest, but I fought the urge to show him how I examined my breasts.
“I told you how my mom died from breast cancer,” I said, looking into his green eyes, and he nodded without interrupting. “Having breast cancer in my family history increasesmyrisk. So I check for lumps every time I have a shower.”
Xavier’s eyes became sad.
“Shit, Emma, I didn’t realize.”
“It’s okay,” I said, even though it wasn’t, and never had been. “Her doctors said that even if I get the same kind of cancer that she had, if I catch it early enough, they can treat it.”
