A Drink for Jennifer Lawrence
Jennifer Lawrence peered into the bathroom. None of the others were in, all 4 of the toilets were free, which was good, because it was feeling a little urgent.
She went to sit down. It felt silly to feel exposed given the circumstances, but every wall was a mirror, and it wasn't like the toilets were in cubicles. And then there was the very real chance that someone might pass the doorway, open to the hall with no door in sight. The prospect of one of the seven other women or the one man in the villa hearing or intruding on her private bodily functions made her feel a little nervous. It was basically inevitable it would happen at some point in the next month, and she had accepted the possibility when she agreed to take part, but that didn't mean she didn't still need to get used to the idea. It surprised her, given her blasé attitude and openness about the topic of her liquid toilet habits before. "I guess talking about it and living it are different things" she thought to herself.
She sat down on the toilet seat. Normally in a similar situation she would have felt cold, but the floor was heated, and the whole building was obviously very well climate controlled, and even with the shiny, wipe-clean services all around it was a comfortable temperature. She sat up a bit and realised the back was cushioned and sloped back a bit. It was nicer to have pressed against her bare back than a hard porcelain cistern, but she couldn't understand why it would be made that way? Leaning forward she rested her elbows on her knees while holding tightly on her bare chest, ready to do her business.
"Shame to spoil the view."
Jennifer sat up straight again, startled, grabbing the sides of the toilet seat, and with a slightly panicked expression looked towards the doorway. Somehow someone had managed to get to just outside the bathroom without her hearing anything.
"Yes, better. Don't cover up those lovely assets," said the figure sporting a pixie cut. "It's not like there is much point anyway. Surprised you would be so coy, given what you have been willing to tell people publicly."
"Emma" Jennifer let out with a bit of a relieved sigh. "You startled me. I'm just not used to this all yet."
She took in the image before her. Emma Watson definitely didn't seem to share her awkwardness about their current situation. She was leaning against the side of the doorway in a way that could only be described as confident... provocative even. Her left arm was stretched up supporting her weight in the top corner of the door, while her right was resting on her hip. All of which meant *everything* was on show.
Jennifer had regarded herself as
mostly
straight; her relationships had all been with men, that is she mostly found herself attracted to. However, she had always been able to 'aesthetically' appreciate an attractive female form, what was before her certainly qualified, and enjoyed indulging in a little bit of imaginative fantasy on the topic, which this certainly did not qualify as.
She found her eyes drawn down from the coquettish smile to the smooth, pert, breasts that were being shown off to her. They were on the smaller side, but sized for a nice handful, begging to be cupped tenderly. Both were tipped with the darker skin of a small, well-formed areola, and the stiff nipple in it's centre. The thought of suckling on one in her mouth while gently rubbing the other between her fingers arose unbidden in her mind. She imagined running her hand across the smooth skin of the belly, before her fingers would caress the small, neatly trimmed, flash of dark hair and the slit visible between the thighs. Emma's condition shouldn't have been a surprise exactly, everyone on the house was similarly nude, but no one else, as yet, had so clearly been displaying themselves to her with the intention of being appreciated.
"You like what you see?" Emma said her grin widening. "Shall I give you a closer look?" She pushed herself from the doorframe, standing straight, walked over and sat on the toilet opposite. She leant back and rested her elbows on the top of the cistern, and clearly not intending to use the toilet as normal, had her legs either side of the toilet, knees wide apart. The oddly sloped cisterns and the cushioned backs finally made sense, it looking surprisingly comfortable while causing ones back to arch slightly, slightly thrusting out a person's chest, exaggerating their breasts. It also tipped the hips back.
Jennifer couldn't help but let her eyes be drawn downwards to look at what was between the outspread knees, but then that pretty clearly seemed to be Emma's intention. The tasteful slit topped by the neatly trimmed pubic hair was now parted, and the folds of her tucked away inner labia were now visible, coming together to a hood at the top, and parting a little towards the bottom.
After a few seconds, quite intentionally long enough for Jennifer to admire her most intimate portion, Emma's free hand slid down between her legs. Not really to block the view, though Jennifer realised she was disappointed it did, but just to absent-mindedly gently cup her vulva, her fingers gently stroking through her pubic hairs. "This your first time admiring another woman's body? 7 other women all here, naked and expecting to be enjoyed."
"Well, I guess it depends." Jennifer answered. "When I watch porn, sometimes I am mostly enjoying the women, and when in communal changing rooms I sometimes try to catch an eyeful of what any hot girls' are hiding under their towels. But if you mean expressly sexual, in real life, no."
"So, you've never done it with a girl?" Jennifer shook her head. "That's a shame, but you will have plenty of chance to correct that this month. What do you think of Ian?"
"He seems nice. Though one guy between 8 woman seems a very skewed ratio."
