Slither - Edward Lee [28]
To show her who's got it and who doesn't.
Annabelle had had a few sexual experiences with women in the past, and though it wasn't anything she'd ever really sought out, she didn't object when the prospect came up. But, no, she had no physical attraction for Nora at all-a short, reedy, and barely bosomed bookworm-however, Annabelle had no problem flaunting her body to keep other women in their place. It's not ego, she reminded herself as she took off the bikini top. It's honest self-awareness. It's confidence. I can't worry about other girls being jealous just because I'm more beautiful than them .. .
She frowned at the off-the-wall shower: an olivedrab curtain hanging from an elevated steel ring. Stenciled letters read FAIR-WEATHER FIELD HYGIENE UNIT.
She thumbed off her bottoms and stepped through the ugly green curtain. Inside, she glanced down at her body and smiled. Sorry, girls. I can't help it that I am All That. Her only displeasure was the absence of a suntan, but she'd be working on that here. She gritted her teeth reaching for the steel knob-I'll bet the water's going to be ice-cold!-then squealed when she found out she was right. It was hot today, yes, and humid too, but even with that, the spray made her shiver, made her lustrous white skin go tense. This was a bit more than refreshing. When she turned her breasts into the spray, she squealed again as her nipples shot up.
A moment later, though, the water turned warm, then hot enough that she had to adjust the knobs. I'm impressed, she thought. Why go to all that trouble to provide hot water? But then she thought about it ...
Of course they did. They're pulling out all the stops because they know I'm a nationally known nature photographer with a famous magazine ...
Or at least she liked to think so.
Suddenly her nerves felt charged as she sudsed herself. Of all the places to get horny-an army field shower! Annabelle believed in honest acknowledgment with regard to sexual desire. There was sex, and there was love, and there was sex with love, and then sex without love. Sport fucking, she remembered her roommate in college calling it. Annabelle was very open sexually; if she was attracted to a man, she'd let him know and never felt slutty about it. I'm just being honest. What's wrong with that? When a guy sleeps around, that's okay, but when a woman does, she's promiscuous.
Annabelle didn't care. She knew that most women envied her looks, so naturally they'd throw any available stone.
But the pickings here were slim. Loren was a cross between Revenge of the Nerds and that Alfred guy on Mad Magazine. He'd be good for some signals-she always needed someone to carry her bags-but that's as far as that would go. Lieutenant Trent was no prize, either. Over the hill, she thought. But she supposed he'd do in a pinch. He seemed very serious, so maybe he'd be that way in bed .. .
Annabelle adjusted the knobs to make the water cool. Perfect ... Shampoo turned her hair to a pile of fragrant foam. I should've recolored my hair before coming, she worried. I hope my roots aren't showing. Parrots cawed over the hiss. When she tipped her head, the shampoo's foam sluiced between her breasts to her pubis, which she lathered lingeringly. Without thinking, she slid her hands up over her belly; her skin seemed hypersensitive. Next, her fingertips were playing over the already firm nipples, and then the most lusty sensations roved through her body. No, there was nothing sexy about this assignment-bristleworms!- and nothing sexy about the people with her. But-
The only thing Annabelle needed ... was herself ...
Her feet parted. Her fingers slipped overtly between her legs, through bubbly hair to the folds of her sex. She found she didn't need men, nor images-she was enough, her