Different Circles

I watched them fuck, she thought, feeling herself get a little wet at the memory. True, she had only seen dim silhouettes, but it had been quite obvious what they were doing. And then there had been the time when she had gotten up to get a glass of water one night near midnight and heard the distinct moans and cries of Laura in the throes of an orgasm come drifting out from behind their bedroom door. She had sounded very turned on, turned on to a level that Meghan herself had never experienced before.

Meghan had had sex with seven boys or men in her lifetime, only three of them more than once. She had never had an orgasm with any of them. One of them, that asshole in Mexico on spring break, had actually semi-raped her while she was drunk and had gotten her pregnant and given her gonorrhea and she had received no pleasure whatsoever out of the deal.

Jake is good in bed, she thought now, her hand idly playing with her right breast through her shirt. Her nipples hardened up as she touched herself and she began to feel tingly all over. She knew she would never do it, but she began to fantasize about how it would feel if Jake were naked with her, was touching her, was making her feel the way he made Laura feel.

Or the way he makes Celia feel, she thought with a delicious shudder. The three of them do it together! They might be doing it right now! And, again, though she had no real attraction to the female form, the thought of Laura and Celia and Jake all naked together and getting it on was blackly exciting.

She realized that she wanted to get naked and play with herself. She stood up, looking down the hallway in the direction of her room, but then she looked out at the hot tub again. There was nobody home except for Elsa over in her quarters. And Elsa did not, as far as she could tell, ever use the hot tub. And that hot tub could not be seen from outside the property at any time, and could not be seen from the house once the sun went down and the twilight faded away.

Should I? she thought, a naughty smile on her face. Why not? Who would know? Who would even care if they did know?

She made the trip to her bedroom. It was not the primary guest room, but it was still one of the larger secondary rooms. She had a queen-sized bed, her own bathroom with a separate shower and tub in it, a walk-in closet, a large dresser with a mirror, and a window with a view of the ocean. The bed was neatly made by Elsa’s hands. Her burgundy robe was hanging on a hook just inside the closet.

She closed the door and then quickly stripped naked. Her young, firm breasts felt congested and tingly. Her nipples were standing up proudly. Her neatly trimmed vagina was wet, the lips swollen a little. She could smell the odor of her own arousal. She touched herself between those wet lips for a moment and then put her fingers in her mouth, sucking the taste of her juices off of them.

Mmmm, I’m going to enjoy this, she thought. She was quite the accomplished masturbater. After all, she was the only she could rely on to pull an orgasm out of her. And it had been well over a week since she had last diddled herself. She was ripe and ready. And she had never done it in a hot tub before.

She threw the robe on and tied it around her waist. She opened the door and walked back to the entertainment room, where she went to the bar and pulled another bottle of B&J tropical mango out of the fridge. She opened the beverage and threw the bottle cap away in the garbage. She then went to the sliding glass door that led out onto the deck and opened it.

The sun was now only a few degrees above the horizon and the light was fading. The temperature was pleasant, maybe seventy degrees or so, and there was only a slight breeze blowing off of the ocean. She closed the door behind her and then made the walk across the deck, down the small set of stairs, and then along the concrete path to the second deck where the hot tub stood. She climbed those steps and opened the cover to the tub, letting out a blast of steam that was scented with chlorine. She pushed the cover all the way over the side, where it latched into the open position. A little digital display on the controls told her that the water was 101 degrees. She touched it with her hand. Yes, it was hot. The temperature of a hot bath. It would sting a little when she first got in, but then it would be heaven once she got used to it.

She reached for the tie on her robe and then hesitated. She looked out over the ocean for a moment. There were no boats nearby, just the faint lights of what was probably a container ship far out near the horizon. She then looked back at Elsa’s quarters. The lights were on there. If Elsa was looking out the window, she would see her. Was she?