As you grow in confidence you start to take risks that are higher than what you would have ever even considered previously. I was still single although I was a lot more confident since I had met Chloe. Her zero shits given attitude to pretty much everything was a breath of fresh air and if it wasn't worth stressing over, then don't stress over it. We didn't see each other much. In fact, the last time I saw her was when we slept together, but we keep in touch through WhatsApp and the occasional phone call. The physical distance wasn't a barrier if we both wanted a real relationship, but she had said that she didn't, it was just "fun" and I was on the same page. I liked guys, I was curious with girls, but I liked guys. I could see myself sleeping with a girl and having fun, but as a long-term future, I saw myself with a guy.
It was a usual weekday evening. It was after dinner and I was up in my room again. I was half watching TV whilst at the same time listening to music. My door was pulled too but was not properly closed. I had been considering going for a shower and spending the evening lounging around in my comfies, but being lazy I had got onto my bed and stayed where I was. I saw the light turn on outside my room and heard someone come upstairs. You know those times when you just know you are being disturbed. I plucked the earbud out of my right ear at the same time as my door opened. "Hey," Graham said, "Have you got your laptop charger?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied, leaning off my bed to grab it off the side. "You need to order a new one," I said as I handed it to him.
"Yeah," he agreed, "Easier to steal yours though," he added with a shrug.
I nodded in reply as he turned around to leave my room. "Gonna go for a shower," I said before he left my room, "Can you close my door?"
He didn't reply or even acknowledge my request, but he did pull my door closed behind him. I left it for a couple of seconds then got off my bed. I pulled the button fastening of my jeans and slid them down and stepped out of them. I was wearing socks, a white thong and a black vest top. I took my socks off and threw them in the rough direction of the laundry basket. I slid my panties off and kicked them in the same rough direction so I was naked except for the vest I was wearing. I looked out of my window and saw several lights on in the houses that I could see from my window. I knelt on my bed and tugged the curtains closed. If there had been no lights on I would have been lazy and not drawn the curtains for the few seconds that I would have been exposed, but my room is front-facing and is overlooked by a lot of potential eyes. I am not averse to a quick bra shot when changing, but I wasn't wearing one, and I drew the line at a boob flash.
I took my top off and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around myself but didn't bother tucking it in opting to just hold it to preserve my dignity. I opened my door and walked out onto the landing. "Going for a shower," I said poking my head over the bannister so Mum and Dad could hear me. We only had one bathroom so it was polite to make sure no one needed it before going for a shower.
A chorus of "Okay" was the answer and so I went into the bathroom and shed the towel.
I dropped the blind down even though it was privacy glass in the window. Anyone looking in wouldn't be able to see any detail, but it would still be obvious by the colour through the window they were naked, and the size of the shape would narrow it down to it being me. I turned the shower on and left it to warm up for a few seconds. I ran my hands down my legs and grabbed my razor and cream off the side.
I showered and lathered up my legs. I had let my pubes grow over the last few weeks and did have a thin covering of pubes for the first time in a long time. They were annoying though and had to go. I had a set routine which worked and so I did it the same way each time. I waxed between my legs while I was showering. Once I was happy that I had got all the hair I crouched down in the shower and directed the jets of the shower across my pussy. I could have argued that I was just making sure I fully rinsed the remaining wax off myself, but it was solely done because it felt awesome and I was horny.
After a few moments and the growing tingle between my legs, I shifted my position so I was sat at one end of the bath with my legs open and the water jets dancing across my pussy and clit. When they hit my clit just at the right angle it felt soooo nice. I could get off just by using the water, but I knew how long that took and being in the shower for an hour would be suspicious. Fairly sure everyone I live with knows that an 18-year-old girl is going to play with herself, but I have never been caught and there is no reason to draw attention to yourself by taking ages in the shower.
The main reason I have never been caught is that I always do it behind the locked door of the bathroom, or when no one was in, which was rare. I have started to have a sneaky finger and orgasm first thing in the morning when the house is quiet and I can hear any potential disturbances. My family are quite good at knocking before they come into my room, but you can guarantee the one time they don't is when I am second-knuckle deep and at the point of no return for orgasm.
I gently teased my clit with my index finger as I stroked the shower jets across myself. I sank down the bath so I was pretty much laying in it, one of the benefits of being tiny. I lifted my legs and placed them on the end of the bath either side of the taps. Very ladylike. I switched from my clit and gently teased my index finger into myself. "Ooo yeah," I whispered to myself as I felt penetration. I pushed it deeper into myself and held it inside me for a few seconds. I slid my finger out, added my middle finger and slid the two into myself. I moaned softly to myself as I started to masturbate.
I could cum really quickly, but I didn't want to this time, I wanted it to be a slow build-up and climax. I knew that I didn't really have the time to achieve that, but that was the fantasy as I lay on my back and slowly teased and caressed myself. I lifted my head in a moment of panic as I checked the door was locked. It was and I settled back onto my back again.
I moved the shower so it was blasting the water between my breasts at an angle so it was running up my chest, licking underneath my chin and then flowing around my neck. I loved my neck being touched and caressed when I am having sex and is the one thing that is nowhere near the same feeling if you do it to yourself. The closest approximation I have found is allowing the water from the shower to flow gently around my neck. Not as nice as someone else's fingers, but still feels quite nice.
My body wanted to orgasm, but I denied myself each time. I could have multiple orgasms, but I wanted a single big one. I teased myself with a third finger. Firstly with my three fingers in a straight line, but I was too tight. I grouped my ring, middle and index fingers into a loose triangle and gently teased myself. I took the tips up to the first knuckle, but as the shape of my fingers grew in girth my pussy resisted. I ignored the protest knowing that it was just being dramatic, even three of my fingers are smaller than my ex-boyfriend's cock, and I took that easily enough on more than one occasion.
I pushed deeper and felt my eyes cross and roll into the back of my head as I got to the second knuckle. "Fuck," I whispered to myself as the room distorted and then faded to blackness. I pushed a little bit deeper and felt my pussy pulse and grip my fingers. Not in orgasm, but in protest as the shape of my grouped fingers increased the deeper I went. It felt so nice, almost too big and my body was letting me know, yet my brain was 'ignore it, this feels awesome'.
I gently teased my fingers in and out of myself while angling the water jets between my legs and across my clit. Flat on my back, legs as wide open as I could achieve in the confines of the bathtub I teased myself towards orgasm. I could hear my breathing getting more laboured as my oxygen levels took second place to the pleasure between my legs. I was close, sooooo close. Biting my lip to keep myself quiet I wished that my fingers were a cock. A bit longer and moments away from exploding semen deep inside me. I moaned softly to myself as I chased climax. I shifted position slightly and my wet naked body squeaked against the bath which sounded really fucking loud and broke my rhythm for a second or two. I slid down the bath slightly to make myself more comfortable and pushed towards orgasm. I was going to cum.
Closing my eyes as they had rolled into the back of my head anyway I wedged the shower head against the side with my leg and took over rubbing my clit with the newly freed fingers of my left hand.
