My Sweet Degradation by J Phillips Page A

with us. Josh had foolishly opened a bottle of whisky, a drink I knew from past experiences he cannot handle, and was steadily getting even grumpier as the night progressed.
    It was a muggy evening and the walk to and from Julie’s had left me feeling a little sticky, so finally bored of their company, I announced that I was going to go take a shower.
    â€˜Great, I’ll be up in a minute to soap your, um, back!’ Christian beamed, more to his friend than to me.
    I just smiled sarcastically and replied, ‘Yeah sure... in your dreams,’ before turning and leaving to the sound of self-satisfied high-fives and idiotic giggling.
    As I stripped off and climbed beneath the stinging jets of water, I couldn’t help but think about the boys. I was really beginning to dislike them and it bothered me that Josh considered them to be his friends. But there was no denying they were very good-looking young men, and my mind wandered back to their semi-naked bodies in the back garden earlier.
    I soaped myself all over, feeling the tiny goose-bumps that had risen across my arms and how tight my nipples had become as my fingers brushed over them. Slipping a hand between my thighs I began to slowly rub back and forth, gasping and rolling my head back as my slippery caress hit home. Finally I decided it had been a pretty disastrous day all-in-all, and that I deserved a little fun of my own. Christian and Ben may have turned out to be complete assholes, but that didn’t stop me from using my imagination to think of their bodies alone.
    So, unhooking the showerhead, I brought it down between my thighs and altered the jet so that a soft stream of warm water gushed directly against my clit. It felt really good and I imagined myself left alone with them in the garden, and what they might do to me with a bottle of sun lotion and their wandering fingers, if only I let them.
    I was completely lost in my fantasy when all of a sudden a heavy knocking fell against the bathroom door. I jumped with fright, dropping the showerhead in the process, before calling out an angry, ‘What?’ by way of response, then watched as the door handle began to turn, but thankfully I’d remembered to lock it.
    â€˜Um, it’s me... Ben,’ came the reply.
    â€˜I’m having a shower, Ben. What the hell do you want?’
    â€˜I... I was just looking for the toilet,’ he said.
    â€˜It’s next door.’ As if he didn’t know.
    â€˜Oh, um thanks,’ he offered weakly, before all fell silent once more.
    I have no doubt that the stupid boy actually thought I might simply invite him in to join me, and although the idea of his hands lathering my naked body all over was rather appealing, I’m just not that kind of a girl, and all he succeeded in doing was breaking the spell of my erotic daydream. So I quickly rinsed down and dried myself off.
    Back in my bedroom I realised that I’d had enough of the drunken fools downstairs for one evening, and so I decided to go to bed. I quickly rifled through my drawers and found a cute little pair of pink shorts and a white cotton vest to slip on.
    Now, looking back I suspect that deep down my intentions were never entirely innocent. I’ve already admitted that I enjoy flirting, and just because you don’t like a person doesn’t mean it’s not fun to tease them a little, so I headed off to say a last goodnight to my brother and his guests.
    I soon discovered they were no longer in the living room, however, and hearing the TV blaring away once more I headed back through to the den. As I entered I was greeted by the unmistakable fake grunts and groans of a porn movie in full swing, which very quickly turned into the cheering crowds at a football match as my brother surreptitiously changed channels.
    Christian grinned crookedly and offered a lazy wolf-whistle as his eyes crawled drunkenly up and down my barely clothed body.
    â€˜What are you