Gemma Arterton woke up in a hotel suite in London. She was sharing it with Carey Mulligan, her costar on this movie they were filming. Normally, they'd get a more standard room, but Carey's dad was the hotel's manager, and insisted on bumping her up. She and Gemma had become friends on the set, and a few days into production, Carey invited her to share the room with her, as it was too big for one person.
In the bathroom, Gemma turned on the shower, stripped out of her long t-shirt and panties, and got in. The water felt so good on her skin, she couldn't help but smile. It also got her thinking. Over the last few days, Gemma had suspected that what she felt for Carey was more than just friendship. "I mean," she thought to herself, "I've had those thoughts idly, what woman hasn't, but this feels like, I don't know..." As she thought about Carey, she suddenly realized she was groping her tits, like she often did before masturbating.
As this hit her, Carey came in, slouching and scratching her ass. "Houhm!" Carey yawned, "Morning, Gem." Gemma watched as Carey plodded toward the sink, bleary-eyed and bed-haired, and realized it was true. She thought about this, and then found herself staring at Carey's ass, as she was brushing her teeth. "You almost done in there?" Carey said, after spitting.
"Um, no, I just started." Gemma then got a devilish idea. "Why don't you join me?"
In her early morning torpor, Carey wasn't sure at first what she just heard. "Huh?"
"I mean, this water feels too good not to share."