Prologue
My hands trailed leisurely down my body as hot water trickled down her body.
I wasn't meant to be prying - promise - but, at first, it happened by accident and now, I couldn't stop. Looking at her in such a state made my body drive into an uncontrollable state; she made me weak to the knees.
We had been living together for months now. Diana and I.
We were eighteen years old, younger than most sorority girls and we had been assigned as room-mates at the beginning of the year. Ever since then, we had grown to like one another. No, we weren't best of friends. And no, we weren't conjoined at the hip but, we got along fairly. We had dinner together, socialized about clothes, we discussed relationships: the usual girl talk really.
It was nice.
I had grown up in a male-dominant family. My mother passed when I was young and I was raised by my father, Mike, and my older brother, George. It was definitely a big jump when moving away from home to attend college. Now, I was half way across the country and I was able to do as I pleased.
I was able to dress as I pleased. I was able to come and go as I pleased. And, today, I was doing as I pleased. Heck, I had been doing so for a few days now.
Diana and I had a routine. Whilst I bathed she would go and grab some breakfast or catch up on some assignments and whilst she showered I would check the lunch schedule or flick through the television channels before we both left for class or for dinner together. It was a clear routine, something we had grown used to until ... the beginning of the week.
I, Hannah, had been feeling a little drowsy during class. My professor, he is such a nice old man, had declared it was best for me to get some rest so ... I had left class earlier than expected. The college campus was utterly quiet as I left the half-complete lecture. Every student was locked away in their allocated classes apart from me.
Slowly, I made my way back to my dorm-room. My legs staggerring left and right as I tried to control my instability. With clumsy hands, I had managed to get into my room before making my way towards the bathroom. All I was looking for was rich bath salts and some candles.
Something to make me relax.
My hand clutched the bathroom door knob tightly as I inched it forward. However, my actions were cut short as I heard a soft moan. First, it was soft and delicate but then they grew louder.
It was Diana.
Why was she home? She was meant to be in class, wasn't she?
I knew I shouldn't have and I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself from looking through the tiny crack between the frame and the door. My left eye closed as I squinted through the hole and took a hold of a most interesting sight.
Diana was perched on the black tiled floor. Her stark legs were pulled apart, no, stretched apart. One leg on one side and the other stretched out until it was touching the bath tub. She was so stretched open that either one of her legs touched the door and the other, the bath's rim. Diana's hand was curled around the shower nozzle - something which shocked me.
Our shower nozzle was cylindrical. It was round and rather long, with a control for the water's settings.
Diana clutched it in her hands, the tip of the nozzle rubbing against her naked, scared spot. The sight was something that had my eyes opening wide. I was most definetely not expecting that.
I had never really had a proper relationship before. Yes, I had pleasured myself before but I had never ... ever ... ever ... thought of doing what she was doing. The shower nozzle was the perfect size and length of a man's most precious member and by the looks of Diana's face, she was having a pleasureable time. So much so, that she my core tingling.
The sparks flew down from my stomach down to my mound and soon enough, I was shaking with a pain of alienation. Suddenly, the need within me bubbled like soup within a pot and I knew I was close ... I need somebody or something to pleasure me like Diana was being pleasured. And so, I did it myself.
My fingers threaded through my trouser band and I played with myself alongside Diana. She was oblivious to the fact that I was there and she continued to toy with the shower nozzle. Her beautiful, creamy juices coating the silver nozzle until it was completely drenched, turning an opaque white colour. My fingers circled around my folds, my other hand pushing a fist into my mouth to stop my screams and moans from alerting Diana of my presence.
We did this, pleasured ourselves, for what felt like blissful hours.
And, since then, I had been doing just that. Every time Diana went into the shower, I would follow. My eyes would peer through the small gap between the door and the door frame and I'd finger myself at the sight of her naked, foamy body.
Life was oh so good ... and I was oh so bad.
