Page 10 of That Fateful Ride

“Bath then I have to get back. My ride is up soon.”

“I’m happy to bathe you.”

Rebecca shook her head. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well.

Megan sighed and shrugged. “I’ll get my turn with you yet Robert.” Megan rolled her lower lip between her teeth. “I’ve seen your cock and I want it. Mouth. Ass. Pussy. All of those places.” Gaze dropping to her groin, Megan licked her lips. “Soon. Come night time with the lights off, you won’t know the difference between me and Sharla. I promise I can do everything she can and more.”

She guided her to the door and out. “Thank you Megan.” Closing the door, Rebecca sighed as she leaned back on the wood. Things she never wanted to think about in terms of her twin. Taking time to lock the door, draw the shades over the window she began to undress only to pause and put the chair under the doorknob.

Groaning with relief as she unbound her breasts, she shot a nervous glance to the door as she stepped into the hot water. What she wouldn’t give for some nice smelling soap.

The wallbanging didn’t stop. In fact, it got louder as the couple continued with their acrobatics. Tuning them out best she could, Rebecca reached for the cloth and bar of soap.

Heated water soothed her aching muscles and she moaned a little on her own as she settled deeper into the tub. Helped being smaller, she fit where a man like Cy would be not able stretch out as she was.

Her breath stuttered as she lathered up the cloth and scrubbed her skin. Wincing at the abrasive feel of the material, she scrunched up her nose and put it back in the water, softening it up a bit more.

Cleaning quick, honestly she was scared to be caught unawares here and have them discover she wasn’t a man. Unfortunately, even as she rushed through the longest, warmest bath she’d had since she left home, her thoughts drifted back to the station manager.

Cyrus Spencer.

Rebecca swallowed. Hard. She shook her head, not fully understanding the emotions and feelings overtaking her body. Her nipples were tight points, nearly aching with pain and a craving for something.

She skimmed the cloth over them and whimpered at the sensation. The hair on her arms stood on end as her skin crackled with an energy she’d never experienced before. Shifting restlessly on the bottom of the tub, she searched for a way to alleviate this raw, hungry need coursing through her.

Nothing worked. She swallowed constantly as there came increased saliva, breathing came faster, and heat pushed up over her skin and centering in her face. Twice more she passed the cloth over her taut nipples and twice more, low moans were pulled from her.

Her music backdrop no longer the plinking of the piano keys from below, now she focused more on the sounds coming from the room beside her.

She dropped the cloth in the warm water, pulse pounding as she settled her head back against the rim, allowing herself to submerge up to her neck.

Was the woman next door moaning because she was being touched in such a way? Rebecca slowly slid her hands along her tender breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples, moaning again as pleasure streaked through her.

If Cy touched me like this, would I make those same noises?

Was it wrong she wanted to find out?

Between her legs, a demanding throb had set up, this unexperienced need directing her touch down. Eyes closing, panting with a craving she didn’t fully understand, she listed to the need of her body.

Her hands weren’t smooth and the roughness had her breath hitching as she smoothed them over her torso and down across her belly. Muscles tightening in a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty she pressed on, a greater desire pushing her, directing her.

The moans next door changed, no longer fast and high but lower and longer. She bit her lower lip as she shifted again in the cooling water.

Rebecca hesitated with her fingers on the wet curls above the juncture of her thighs. Was this wrong?

She knew the mechanics of sex, she had watched animals do it and understood. But until actually meeting Cy Spencer, there’d never been a need within her to feel, well, anything more than she did.

Two fingers slid between her lower lips and she gasped as the headboard from next door slammed into the wall. Wet from the water yes, but there was another slickness there and the tiny nub was swollen and she jolted again as her fingers trailed over it.

“Oh,” she gasped.

Right hand on the edge of the tub, she widened her thighs and made circles on the sensitive bud. Pleasure streaked through her as she didn’t relent. Fast and slow, she tried out different speeds and angles to see what she liked best.

Her body hummed with energy, like the air did when a big storm appeared and threatened to explode. With her middle finger, she dipped it inside her core and back out, short, shallow pumps even while she continued to use the heel of her palm on her clit.

Hips shifting, breasts tingling, Rebecca pulled her fingers from inside her and circled faster, needing to get to that cliff. She craved that feeling she’d not had before but her body knew where it needed to go.

Eyes closed, she listened to the shared moans from the room beside her, conjured up a visual of Cy and worked her fingers faster and faster. Just there, a tiny bit more and her body shattered, back arching, hips lifting her from the bottom of the tub, she cried out as her orgasm rocked her.

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