Locked
Up Naked in the Bathroom Together (Chapter 1)
by Sterling
Jim's
awakening was a long, slow process. He would become dimly aware of a
real world and conscious of the fact that he was sleeping, then drift
off again. In one surge towards wakefulness he was aware that he was
lying on his back on a hard surface, and something cool and hard was
against his right shoulder. As he rolled just a bit to his left, he
touched warm flesh. Suddenly his desire to awaken intensified, he
blinked several times and managed to get his eyes open. As he lifted
his head he felt faint and his vision went black. He put his head back
down. His heart beat fast because the little he had seen made it clear
he was in a very strange situation. He was lying completely naked on
the ceramic tile floor of a bathroom, his right shoulder against the
base of the toilet. To his left was a sleeping naked girl and to her
left was another, the three of them in a row.
His pounding heart
soon had him completely awake, and he carefully sat up. He had missed a
third naked girl in the line, and then he saw another one lying in the
bathtub.
He stood unsteadily and staggered to the door, stepping
carefully to avoid girl thighs and calves. He tried the door but the
handle would not turn. It didn't have any sort of button or other
standard mechanism that would unlock it. He twisted it with all his
might and nothing happened. One peculiarity was a nozzle on the door at
chest height, and below it a button. He pressed the button and heard a
faint whirring on the other side of the door as a little thick fluid
came out of the nozzle and splattered onto the floor. It stopped as
soon as he released the button, and of course the door did not open. A
little had landed on his arm, and a careful taste revealed it was
mildly sweet.
Since he couldn't escape, he turned to examine the
situation he was in more closely. It was a fairly standard bathroom
layout, narrower right inside the door but quickly opening out to the
left. There was a sink on the left built into a simple vanity, a toilet
beyond that. A slightly longer-than-normal tub was built into the wall
at the far end , starting right at the front of the toilet. There was
no window. The ceiling was quite high, however, and there was a
skylight in the middle, its dim illumination suggesting dawn or dusk.
There were also lights on up there, but no switches or electric outlets
anywhere in the room. There was no shower curtain or curtain rod, and
there were no towels on the racks. The toilet paper dispenser was empty.
His
last memory was falling asleep in his own bed, and this situation was
beyond bizarre. He considered shouting for attention. That of course
would be likely to wake up the girls, and he imagined what it would
feel like for them: locked in a bathroom naked with a naked man. He
wasn't sure if the presence of the other girls would make it better or
worse. Assuming they knew as little as he did, waking up could be
terrifying.
The girl who had been next to him had full breasts
and a full bush of pubic hair. The next one over was somewhat developed
but looked younger, the next one over younger still, with downy hair
between her legs and nipples that had been stirred by puberty, but
little in the way of mounds behind them. The one in the tub, as far as
he could see, showed no sign of puberty. As he took this in he realized
his cock had started swelling. That would hardly put them at ease.
As
he debated what to do the oldest girl began stirring. Standing by the
door, he covered his privates with his hands. She lay still for a few
more seconds, and then he saw her cross that threshold where she
realized something was very wrong. She jerkily got herself to a sitting
position, gasping, and upon seeing him her eyes went wide, and she
folded her arms over her chest and raised her knees as the instinctive
reaction to her nakedness. He kept one hand over his cock and lifted
the index finger of the other to his lips with a "shh" sign. He did the
best he could to shrug his shoulders and convey his bewilderment. She
closed her mouth and looked around. She looked at the door and Jim
demonstrated that it was locked and shrugged his shoulders once more.
Fortunately his cock was not at all erect.
"What the hell?" she whispered.
"I have no idea."
"How long have you been here?"
"I woke up a couple minutes ago -- I was lying next to you. I have no
idea how we got here, do you?"
She shook her head.
"I tried the door first, and thought of waking up the rest of you but
figured you'd be terrified."
The big girl nodded.
Then
the next girl over began to stir. The big girl turned to lean over her.
Jim stood facing the corner where the door hinge was.
"Huh? What?" said the awakening girl in a loud voice.
"Shhh! We have no idea what's going on..."
But
this girl would not be shushed. She shrieked, and as Jim stood facing
his corner he heard a rapidly expanding blend of shrieks, curses, and
voices as the others woke as well.
The big girl strode up behind
Jim and tried the door. She pounded on the door with all her might, and
Jim could tell that it was no ordinary hollow bathroom door but solid
wood. As she retreated the next-oldest girl tried it too. That done,
all the girls stayed back from him a couple feet.
There followed a volley of yelling for help and a couple ear-splitting
screams.
"Let's be quiet -- see if anyone heard us," said the big girl.
The silence that followed was complete.
There
were several more minutes of chaotic chatter, then things quieted down.
Jim turned his head slowly. The girl who had shrieked sat at the foot
of the tub, knees up in front of her to hide her nakedness as best she
could. The little girl lay in the tub, peeking over the edge. The
second-smallest sat on the toilet with the top cover down, arms crossed
in front of her chest, right leg crossed over left. The big girl stood
with her butt against the sink, but as she saw Jim looking she turned
away to face it.
Jim thought about what he had picked up from
the chatter. "I bet you don't want me to turn around, so I'll just talk
like this, OK?" He was facing the corner.
There were a few murmurs of assent.
"We're
in a really weird situation, that's for sure. Let's see what we know.
None of you remember coming into this room... You don't know each
other... This bathroom doesn't look familiar to any of you..."
After
getting a systematic report from each girl, they discovered that Anne
was 15, Liz was 13, Caroline was 11, and Kira was 7. Jim himself was
48. They all lived in the same area of Massachusetts. In fact, they all
lived in Cambridge, except Liz, who was from Arlington. The last thing
any of them remembered was going to bed on Wednesday evening, May 11th.
Anne said, "Did any of you happen to notice that we're all naked?"
There were a couple of smiles.
"AWK-ward!" said Liz. Bigger smiles.
"I'm scared," said Kira.
"I'm
scared too," Jim said at once, and there was general assent. "Here's an
idea to deal with the humongous awkwardness of being naked for the
moment. I'll shut my eyes and you guys can take a good look at the
room." He was aware they might be more than a little embarrassed being
seen naked by the other girls, but figured he'd have to leave that to
them to sort that out. "Oh, this weird thing to my right is some kind
of dispenser, and when you press the button stuff comes out. I tasted
it just a little and it seems kind of sweet."
They quickly
learned that the medicine chest and vanity under the sink were empty.
The toilet worked, along with the hot and cold water in the sink and in
the tub. The shower worked and the lever that allowed the tub to fill
worked too. In all those respects it was a functioning bathroom.
In
every corner of the ceiling, 15 feet up, there was what appeared to be
a video camera, and there were ventilation ducts up there. A they
talked, the skylight got brighter, indicating it was morning. It was
warm -- about 80, Jim estimated.
Each girl tried the door with all her might.
"Someone's going to come let us out soon, right?" said Liz.
"Hope so," said Jim.
Liz
took a mouthful of the sweet goo and said it seemed kind of like
pudding. The others urged caution, but she swallowed it without any
immediate ill effect.
"Hmm," said Liz. "If they were going to get us real soon, they wouldn't
need to give us food."
Anne
said, "I just realized that if that goo is some sort of complete food
thing, we have everything we need. Water from the sink, a toilet, even
a way to wash up. It's warm enough here we don't need clothes. There's
room to lie down."
"There's no mattresses or pillows or anything," said Liz.
"Yeah, but you don't need those to survive," said Anne.
"And no toilet paper," said Kira.
"You can always rinse off in the tub."
"Take a bath after every pee?"
"No, just squat and splash some water."
"Oh. How long could we survive?" asked Kira.
After a moment of silence, Jim said, "Indefinitely."
"Whew!" said Kira, apparently glad they wouldn't die of starvation.
Jim sighed. "That's the good news. The bad news is that maybe that's
what they're actually planning."
"Oh," said Kira quietly.
Liz
called out, "Help!" in a loud voice. After a brief discussion, they all
agreed to scream in unison as loud as they could, wait 20 seconds to
listen for an answer, then repeat several times.
After listening
in vain for a full minute after their last scream, Kira started
sniffling, then crying. Jim heard Anne move and murmur some comforting
words. When he sneaked a peek, she was sitting awkwardly in the bathtub
with her, both facing the far wall, arm around her shoulder, while Kira
leaned her head against her.
"Hey, Jim, are you sure this isn't all your idea?" Liz said.
"No! I want to be out of here as much as any of you."
"There's nothing fun about being locked in a bathroom with four naked
girls?" Anne said.
"Not when you can't get out and have no idea what's going to happen
next."
"Well, you better stay there with your eyes closed," said Liz. "Not
looking at us."
"I haven't been looking at you."
"I've seen you looking."
"Of course I've been looking around now and then to try to see what
this place is, but I'm not looking at you."
"But you can't help see us when you look."
Jim said, "I'll promise to keep my eyes closed for a while, and if I
need to open them I'll give you warning."
He
sat down facing the door, crossed his legs and let his head fall into
his hands. He was bent over enough to hide from view his parts that
were not welcome in a girl's locker room.
Conversation among the
girls covered a lot of ground. Then Kira said, "You guys all have
different-size boobs, and different hair down there."
"Yes, Kira," said Anne. "But it's not nice to talk about it."
"Especially with him listening in," added Liz.
Jim
knew from his early survey that none of these girls had anything at all
unusual to feel self-conscious about. They all looked perfectly normal,
and they all had attractive faces too. That wouldn't keep them from
feeling insecure, of course.
Kira said, "It's all natural,
right? They told us that in Growing and Changing, right? Girls all
develop at different rates and everything."
Conversation drifted to more mundane topics, then Kira said, "Do you
have your periods yet?"
"Kira!" said Caroline. "That's personal. And there's a man listening
in. Jeez."
"Oh, shit," said Anne.
"What?" said Kira.
"Oh..." said Caroline.
"Oh!" said Liz.
"What?" said Kira again.
"My period's due any day. What are we going to do?"
"I guess you get the bathtub!" said Liz brightly.
"Blech!" said Anne.
Listening
to all this Jim got a lazy erection. Not that periods themselves were
exciting, but girls that were old enough to have them were exciting.
His cock was safely hidden from view, he hoped.
Conversation
among the girls turned to lighter subjects and continued for some time
-- hours, probably, though they had no way of measuring time.
After a lull, Anne said, "But seriously, who did this, and why?"
The
subject had come up before but it had quickly gotten emotional and
hysterical -- not that Jim could blame them for feeling hysterical.
Sensing
a calmer climate and hearing no immediate answers, Jim spoke. "I've
been thinking about that too. Someone must have broken into our houses
and drugged us. If someone wanted to kill us, they could have just
killed us. Or if they wanted to hurt us they could just do that."
"They could have raped us!" said Liz.
"Well,
yeah," said Anne. "If they could carry us here they could have done
anything. Maybe they did! Gross! None of you feels sore or anything
down there?"
No one did.
"Or maybe Jim's supposed to rape us!" said Liz.
"No," said Jim quickly.
"Liz!" said Caroline plaintively.
"Jim's not going to rape us," said Anne quietly.
"How do you know?" asked Liz. "But I guess there's four of us and only
one of him."
Anne
said, "No, that's not it. Think about how he's acted. There he is
sitting with his privates covered, facing away from us, not looking.
Letting us talk and talk."
"Yeah, I guess," said Liz.
"Men's
bodies are natural, too," said Kira. "He shouldn't have to just sit in
the corner like he's been bad. It's not his fault he's a man."
"Hmmm," said Anne.
"That's very nice of you, Kira," said Jim. "But for now let's just keep
it like this."
"OK."
Jim
continued, "There's lots of other things to think about, right? Whoever
did this could have kidnapped a single girl. Three boys. Two old women
and a baby. As far as we know, any combination. He could have tied is
up. He could have stuck us in an apartment, or a cellar, or a kitchen.
But he stuck us in a bathroom. Very close quarters. Without any clothes
on. And there are those cameras on the ceiling."
"Hi, camera!" said Liz. "See my boobs!"
"One
man and four girls," he continued. "And I hope you won't mind my adding
that you're all very attractive girls. Pretty faces. Do you see that?"
"Yeah," said Liz. "The rest of you all look pretty. Not sure I belong,
though."
"Of course you belong," said Anne.
"Oh, gee, well..." said Liz.
"And it's not just your faces, either..." said Jim.
"Are you SURE you didn't arrange this?" asked Anne.
"No.
You can be sure that if I had any choice about it, I'd never be alone
and naked with girls your age." He meant it, too, he realized.
"But since you are -- what? You think bad thoughts?" asked Liz.
Jim sighed, searching for words.
Anne said, "Liz, do you remember getting to a certain age and men
looked at you different? Looked twice? Three times?"
"Yeah, they're perverts."
"Well, maybe if they look three times they're perverts, but what about
twice? An awful lot of them, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"So men notice girls when we hit puberty, right? Even if we're way too
young."
"They're starting to look at me that way," said Caroline.
Jim
said, "Yeah, they look at you that way when you're dressed in jeans and
a sweater, right? What about when you've got a halter top and shorts?
Notice any difference?"
"Yeah," said Liz.
Anne sighed. "I
see where he's going. What about when you're wearing a bikini? A really
skimpy bikini? And think about what you're wearing now."
"Oh."
"Two of us -- or maybe three. In a bathroom. And he's naked too."
Kira said, "What do you mean two or three? There's four of us."
Anne said, "Two or three of us that men might think dirty thoughts
about."
Liz said, "Well, can't he just think about something else?"
Jim sighed. "Um... Hmmmm... How can I say this..."
"I think I get it," said Anne. "Liz, men don't work that way."
"How do you know? Have you had boyfriends? I've done a little with a
few guys, but they were my age."
"No, I haven't had boyfriends and I haven't messed around... I've got
two older brothers."
"So?"
"They get hard-ons all the time. From looking at anything."
"What's a hard-on?" asked Kira.
Jim
interrupted with passion. "You're pretty smart, Anne. Now how about
something else to talk about. An American History lesson? How about
algebra! I could help you work on algebra!"
"I'm hungry," said Caroline.
"Yeah,"
said Liz. "I'm up for more of that goop. The first swallow didn't hurt
me. Why don't you go to the bathtub and curl up there, Jim?"
"Ummmm..."
Jim
felt Anne come up behind him -- going to taste some of the goop, maybe?
But from the right angle, she'd see easily. He heard her suppress a
giggle and pat him on the back once before backing away. He knew she
meant it in a friendly way, but the touch was electric.
"Before that, why don't we talk about our parents," said Anne.
"Good idea," said Jim.
So
they went around talking about their parents. After a few minutes, Jim
said he could go over to the bathtub, if all the girls shut their eyes.
As he moved over, he could tell Liz and Kira were both peeking. He was
glad he'd waited until his erection subsided.
The
goop dispensed by the door was a satisfying food. It was easiest to
just put their mouths on the dispenser tube, press the button for a
mouthful, swallow, and then press again.
They discussed use of
the toilet. Whenever someone needed to go, they'd all turn their backs.
Jim dutifully sat down to pee so as not to flaunt his maleness. As
they'd discussed earlier, the girls wiped themselves by squatting in
the tub and splashing their privates with warm water. The same solution
accompanied by a vocalized "Yuck!" solved the wiping problem after
Liz's bowel movement.
Late that afternoon Liz said, "OK,
everyone, I gotta pee..." Eyes closed. "Wait, I got a better idea! Why
bother with the toilet?" Jim could tell she was just peeing in the tub,
and it took a lot of self control not to turn and peek. He could easily
see how a little more of the warm water she used to wipe herself with
would also serve to clean out the tub. Kira saw how sensible an idea
that was right away, but it took Anne and Caroline another day before
they adopted the same method. Jim didn't need to wipe himself after
peeing, so he kept right on using the toilet.
Liz tried taking a
shower, but it became clear within a few seconds that without a curtain
she couldn't keep the water out of the rest of the room -- their
bedroom, living room, and dining room too. Caroline and Jim took sponge
baths, substituting a hand for the sponge. Liz ran a full bath. Kira
drained the tub and filled it again for her bath, but Anne just hopped
into the tub after Kira, noting that the little girl hadn't had any
filth to speak of to make the water dirty. They were all relieved to
find that there seemed to be an unlimited supply of hot water.
There
were no towels to dry with, but it was warm enough that being wet
wasn't uncomfortable, and the warm air dried them soon enough.
As
the light from the skylight faded, the room stayed softly lit by the
lights up on the ceiling. When the skylight had been dark for some time
various girls started yawning -- Caroline first. The tub was the
natural place for Jim to sleep, though he was taller than the others
and couldn't stretch out fully. At least no girl would have to sleep
naked next to a naked man.
As they settled down, there was a
certain amount of the "sleepover dynamic", where silence would come for
a minute before some girl thought of something else to say, arousing
once more girls who had been close to sleep. When things had been quiet
for some time Jim raised his head to see Liz and Kira sleeping, while
Caroline and Anne stared up at the skylight. Much later he glanced
again, and this time all four girls were asleep. Anne, with her back to
the toilet, was curled against Kira. Caroline slept against the wall on
her back. Liz was on her side facing her, with one knee resting on
Caroline's leg.
Certain for once that no girl was going to see
him, Jim stopped to really look and think about what he was seeing. As
he did, his erection stirred strongly to life. The two older girls were
just plain sexy, while Caroline was alluring with her early
development. Even Kira had a certain charm to her innocent body and
flat chest. She had all the same parts, and it was only a matter of
time before they too began their transformation into the variety that
men like him found so alluring.
He lay back with a sigh. Sexy
girls, a few feet away. A strong erection. Out of the question to do
anything. Masturbating didn't seem appropriate; they might hear.
Besides, how would he clean up? He supposed he could run warm water,
but that would risk waking the girls up.
Maybe the door would
open in the morning at the end of a 24-hour experiment, and all would
be explained and they would be free to go. But his stomach tightened as
he realized that there were other possibilities. Perhaps then the rape
and torture would begin. Someone or some group had kidnapped the five
of them, a very serious crime. Who knew what sort of moral scruples
they would feel? It was obvious to him that the sexual tension was a
large part of the setup. Was their challenge to resist? Or to give in?
Was their fate dependent on what they did at all? There were so many
questions.
He thought about those outside. The simultaneous
disappearance of four girls on the same night would be a major news
story. He imagined how terribly worried the families of those girls
would be. He reflected on his own family situation: a 12-year-old
daughter and a 9-year-old son, far away, living with their mother in
California since the divorce 5 years ago. He had tried to arrange
visits, but the wall of resistance from the three of them was complete.
They'd miss him at work, and his loose collection of buddies and
friends would worry some, but nothing like parents whose children had
disappeared.
Jim
woke hearing a gasp and giggle, and opened his eyes in time to see a
frowning Caroline poking Liz with her elbow. Three girls were leaning
over the tub. Jim had shifted onto his back during the night, his feet
together down at the drain, his knees wide apart. All three girls were
staring at a full night-time erection. Jim considered turning away from
the girls to hide his private parts, but he was very sleepy, and how
long could he hide? A night-time erection didn't indicate impure
thoughts -- it was just part of nature's plan for maintaining a health
penis. But erections would come at other points too, and those would be
brought on by his awareness of the sexy girls who were never more than
a few feet away.
"Yeah, there it is," he said. "My erect penis."
He lifted the base so it stuck straight up in the air. The overhead
lights kept the room somewhat brighter than a night light -- plenty to
see by.
"Whuh?" said Anne, awakening at the sound of his voice, and soon she
was kneeling outside the tub too.
"What are you doing?" she asked him with some reproach.
"I was just sleeping away and woke up to find these three looking at
me."
"Who started this?" asked Anne.
Kira
said, "I... I just woke up and thought I'd get a good look at Jim's boy
parts while he wouldn't see. But then it was all big like that, so I
woke Caroline up, and she woke Liz up."
"Yeah, and then Liz couldn't keep quiet and woke Jim up," said Caroline.
"I didn't mean to -- it was just so funny."
Anne
said, "You've never seen an erect penis? Any of you?" They knew that
Caroline was an only child, Liz was the middle girl of three, and Kira
had a much younger brother. The two younger girls shook their heads.
"Just on like babies," said Caroline.
"I have," said Liz.
"When?" asked Anne.
"With a couple guys I hung around with."
"So.. so that's how it gets when sex happens?" asked Kira.
Anne said, "Well, it gets that way a lot."
Kira said, "It was starting to shrink, but now it got harder again."
Jim
sighed and said, "Look, here's the scoop. Whenever a guy is sleeping,
he gets an erection off and on during the night. It just happens. So
that's what you saw. But during the day they happen too. So, for
instance, if a guy is looking at couple of naked sexy girls who are
just a couple feet away, then sometimes this happens too."
Caroline
immediately moved back and sat down, followed more slowly by Liz and
Anne. All three sat with knees pulled up to their chests, about as
modest as they could get, though they relaxed a bit after a minute.
"But that one was from sleeping, right?" asked Kira, still kneeling by
the tub and looking.
Jim
spelled it out for her. "It started that way, but it would have gone
away if Liz and Anne hadn't been right there looking at me with you all
talking about it."
Kira was excited. "So if it's hard that way does it mean you're going
to have sex? Like stick it in Anne or something?"
"Kira!" said Anne with a sharpness she'd never used before.
"I was just wondering," the little one stammered.
Jim
said, "No, Kira, no one is going to have sex. Sex only happens when
people decide to, and no sex is happening here now. But my body reacts
automatically whether I want it to or not. It reacts so I'd be ready to
have sex if I wanted to, but it's just a reflex."
Liz said, "You men are built with dirty minds." Jim noted a certain
flirtatiousness in her expression.
Anne said, "It's not just men. Look at your nipples. See how they're
standing out straight?"
Liz turned pink and covered her chest again, then retorted, "Yours too!"
Anne
looked down, momentarily confused, but then smiled. "Yeah, mine too."
She began to put her arms over her chest but thought better of it.
Kira said, "Why would a girl's body change for sex?"
"You sure have lots of questions!" said Jim.
Kira said, "So the three of you are all ready but you're not going to
have sex?"
"No!" said three voices at once.
"Why not?"
Jim said, "Lots of reasons. Sex is something you do when you really
love someone."
"Usually when you're married," added Anne.
Jim
said, "Or if not, you do it when you both really like the other person
and really want to -- not when you're locked in a bathroom with them!"
"And people never do it when others are watching," added Anne.
"They only take their clothes off near each other when they've already
decided they want to do it."
Kira nodded, then yawned.
Anne yawned too. "I bet it's still the middle of the night," she said,
pointing at the dark skylight.
They all lay back down.
Jim tried to sleep, but stirrings between his legs kept him awake.
The
image came to him of Liz and Anne and Caroline all leaning over the
tub, breasts or at least nipples all looking very grown up and sexy.
The memory stirred him once more. How the hell was he going to survive
in this small room with those three girls naked and just a few feet
away?
He realized he had almost been asleep when he heard Kira's loud
whisper, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing! Go back to sleep!" said Liz.
"You were rubbing your hand between your legs. And longer than just
scratching or something."
"You are an obnoxious little brat!" said Liz with sudden heat.
"Ow!" said Kira.
Jim thought of intervening but decided against it, and soon all was
quiet again.
Liz
had been masturbating. Undoubtedly her vagina had lengthened and she'd
gotten lubricated, things a female did when she was ready to receive a
penis. Maybe she was thinking of him, imagining him mounting her and
penetrating. Those thoughts kept coming back to him, over and over as
the minutes passed. He was going to go crazy!
There was a way to
get relief of course. After a long time, he peeked over the top of the
tub and all the girls were definitely asleep. That last image fresh in
his mind, Jim lay back and began stroking. The thought of Liz, maybe
penetrating herself with a finger as she thought of him... Within a
minute he seized up with pleasure and spurted all over his chest.
Relief!
He could run water to clean up, but it might wake up the
girls. He'd also have a wet bed for a while. Instead, he smeared the
stuff out across his chest until it all dried. He'd shot more than
usual so his whole front was covered with the residue. But he could
take a full bath in the morning.
He was asleep within minutes.
The skylight was still dark when Jim woke to rustling, and then the
distinctive sound of girl pee gushing out into a toilet.
"Well, I wasn't going to pee on his feet!" said Kira in a loud whisper.
Jim
smiled. Kira's little labia would have to make do with some pee residue
for a while. As Jim drowsed he heard another flood of girl pee in the
toilet, from which girl he could not tell. After a whispered "Pew!" he
heard the toilet flush.
When
he awoke again the skylight showed morning. He sat up and saw all four
girls lying in a row. Liz and Caroline heard him move and looked at
him, then put their fingers to their lips, pointing to the other two.
What a lovely idea, waiting for the others to wake up. He lay back down
and found himself mulling over their predicament without any new
insights. A bit later he heard another stirring outside the tub and
looked up to see Anne. She smiled as she saw Kira still sleeping. Then
she crossed her legs tightly. After a moment, she pointed to her
bladder and got up. Jim pointed in the tub questioningly, but she shook
her head, instead letting herself down on the toilet. She locked eyes
with Jim for a moment before the pee gushed out, then suddenly looked
away. Jim realized he had found it an erotic moment.
When she
got up, she flushed, then leaned slightly in his direction, sniffing
unobtrusively. She then looked at him, and after a moment leaned over
to whisper in his ear. "I know that smell," she said.
Darn! She
had big brothers... She seemed amused at his discomfort, then leaned
over again and said, "It's OK. You gotta deal with it somehow. Besides,
it's a nice smell." The look she gave him was almost flirtatious.
Liz
got up and tiptoed to the door, pushing the button for her first
installment on breakfast. Caroline rose and stretched. Anne looked in
the mirror with disgust at her hair -- there was nothing around to
function as a comb, and after the soapless wash the night before it was
quite a mess. Caroline saw, looked at her own hair and had a similar
reaction, but less severe. Anne's hair was blond and shoulder-length
with a distinct wave. Caroline's was light brown and though it reached
to her upper back, it was straight and held up better without care.
Liz's was dark brown and quite short.
Jim had to go, and
considered getting out to use the toilet. Instead, he rose onto his
knees near the tub drain and said, "Psst!" The three girls looked as he
let loose his pee, aiming it straight down the drain.
They smiled uncertainly.
Why had he done it? It was more wholesome than sexual, right? Or was he
sort of marking his territory?
He
got the warm water running and drew a shallow bath, rinsing all over,
with special attention to the dried sperm on his chest. He stepped out,
avoiding Anne on her way in and navigating around Kira's sleeping form.
He looked on unabashed as Anne splashed water over her labia. She saw
him looking and smiled. He then headed for the door for some food. As
Anne got out, Caroline got in. Between mouthfuls of liquid food, he
glanced back at Caroline. She squatted and let loose a stream of pee,
then took a handful of warm water and splashed her labia. As he kept
glancing back, he saw there was more going on than just cleaning. She
let her fingers glide up her crack slowly before reaching out for
another handful, and another. Her eyes were closed, and Jim realized
his cock was rising, nearing the horizontal. Liz caught him looking and
saw his cock, pointed and stifled a laugh. Anne heard, took in the
situation instantly and shook her finger at him. Jim shrugged
sheepishly and turned to the door, taking several mouthfuls of
breakfast as his cock subsided. Liz took her turn peeing in the tub.
She caught Jim glancing at her and stuck her tongue out at him. He
stuck his tongue out in turn.
Kira finally woke up, and then the
room was full of chatter as they all went about their morning business.
But now there was no turning away in shame, just five naked bodies
dancing around each other in a small space. The others checked the
status of Jim's cock frequently with brief glances, and for the most
part it stayed small.
There was debate over just how often one
ought to bathe under these circumstances, with differing opinions. Liz
took a bath while the others abstained.
When all had slurped up
their morning's fill of sweet goop and taken care of everything else,
Anne pointed out that it must be time to scream for help again. They
all covered their ears, screamed, and listened. They repeated this
three times, then gradually sat down, maintaining their silence.
"What's going to happen?" asked Caroline.
"We
don't know," said Jim. "I'm trying to think of how we can influence the
situation, and I really have no idea. I've thought of being ready with
a Kung Fu stance if they open the door, but that doesn't seem likely to
accomplish anything. I figure this is where we are right now -- this is
our life. For however many hours or days it lasts" -- he didn't say
"years" thought the possibility occurred to him -- "we need to make the
best of it. So... Why don't we have classes?"
"Like school?" said Liz, shocked.
"Well,
why not? Not all the time, of course. We could start with, um, music
appreciation. We can each pick a favorite song and sing it for the
others."
When a girl started a pop song, more often than not one
or two of the others would join in, and they sang together while Jim
listened. Some were songs everyone knew, and occasionally Jim sang one
the others didn't know.
When it came time for more serious
school, Jim said a few tidbits about history and philosophy, and
expounded on them more systematically as the days went on. It turned
out that all four of them were curious and smart, and Jim himself was a
well read guy and kind of nerdy. The girls had the natural tendency to
want to avoid school. In the real world, they might instead have wanted
to play outside, text friends, play video games, go shopping, look at
stuff online... But none of those things was possible just then. The
most exciting alternative a rebellious girl had was sitting in the
corner with her hands over her ears.
Anne suggested they should
be sure to get exercise. Her plan was that four of them would stand
together in the tub while the fifth used the full extent of the
bathroom space to twirl, stretch, do pushups, lean against the walls --
whatever they wanted. Kira wanted to go first, and they let her.
In
the tub, Jim stood under the shower head facing the wall. Liz climbed
in behind him, facing his back, followed by Anne and Caroline. Caroline
put her arms around Anne's stomach, Anne put hers around Liz, and Liz,
after a brief hesitation, put her arms around Jim. She pulled him back
against her, and he felt her breasts warm against his back. His cock
started rising. Caroline and Anne watched Kira spin and dance. Liz
peeked around Jim's shoulder and saw his cock rising. With a little
giggle, she lowered her hands to his hips and pulled his butt back
against her front.
"Hmmmm, not such a good idea," Jim whispered over his shoulder.
"Oh,
OK," whispered Liz. She returned her hands to his stomach and kept the
front of her body away from the back of his. But his cock kept rising.
"Hey!"
said Kira after a bout of twirling. "It got long and hard again! Who
does you body want to have sex with this time? Not me!"
"No," Jim said. "Not you. It just happens, don't worry about it." His
cock started to shrink.
Kira's exercise time was over, and one by one they climbed out and took
their turn.
Jim
was last. As he finished his 20th push-up, he wondered if he was just
doing it for exercise, or if maybe he was showing off a little.
Finally they had all had a turn, and they got out of the tub and milled
around, a couple heading for some more food.
"Liz was playing with herself last night," said Kira.
"I was not!"
"Were too! I saw!"
Anne
interrupted, "Look, it's OK to masturbate, all right? It's normal
anyway, and here we are naked all the time. I probably will some time
too."
Kira said, "Yeah, I know about getting good feelings down
there. I used to rub against the center thing on my car seat all the
time. My parents didn't like it, but I kept doing it. Now I'm older I
just do it in bed sometimes. I turn on my tummy and stick my teddy bear
between my legs -- look, Jim's getting hard again!"
Liz grinned and said, "You're a pervert. Turned on by a little girl
talking about playing with herself!"
Jim
sighed. "It's still talking about sex, however old the person is." His
cock started sinking back again. "I think it's all part of what our
kidnapper is doing to us. You girls have changing bodies, raging
hormones, the whole bit, and here they've stuck you naked in a tiny
room with a man. And however old and gross I may be, I'm still a man
and your bodies will react to that. And I've just got raging hormones
all the time, so my body is reacting too. So we've just got to make the
best of it."
"You're not old and gross," said Caroline softly without looking up.
"Thank you, that's very kind," said Jim.
Liz
looked at Caroline with raised eyebrows. Jim could just imagine her
launching into, "Jim and Caroline, sitting in a tree..." Perhaps Anne
sensed the same possibility, and grabbed Liz's upper arm hard. When Liz
looked over, Anne shook her head.
After
their meal at what they judged was midday, they sat sharing interesting
trips they had taken. Suddenly Anne said, "Shit!" She spread her legs
to the side and there was a spot of blood on the floor.
"Into the tub with you!" said Liz, and after cupping her hand under her
vulva, Anne stepped over and squatted in the tub.
"What's wrong?" asked Kira. "Are you hurt?"
"Just my period," said Anne. "Blood leaks out."
"Gross."
"Yeah,
well usually I can use a pad and don't have to think about it. But no
pads here... And how are we going to clean the floor?"
"Easy,"
said Jim, standing bent over. He put his finger in the drop of blood,
then brought it to the sink and rinsed it off with cold water before
going back for another swipe to get what he had smeared the first time,
and then another. Within a minute the floor was clean.
"You have cramps?" asked Liz during the operation.
"Not too bad."
"Mine can be really horrible. They give me diarrhea and hurt so bad."
"Ouch," said Jim.
The
day went on. They paused to scream for help and told jokes. The girls
talked about clothing styles. Jim started talking about European
exploration and colonization of the New World. At first Liz objected,
but her alternative ideas weren't taken up enthusiastically. The
discussion went on for a couple hours with occasional breaks.
In
anticipation of going to get her supper, it looked to Jim like Anne
reached inside herself to clean out as much blood as she could before
rinsing thoroughly, then with one hand cupped under her privates she
took the few steps to the door. A few red drops appeared in her hand as
she returned to the tub, but the floor stayed blood-free.
During
the evening there was a long lull in the conversation. Then Caroline
said she was sad that her parents would be worrying about her so much.
The others chimed in with similar worries, and Anne and Caroline
started crying. Jim pointed out that it was unfortunate, but there was
no way it was their fault. Feeling anxious and bad wasn't going to
bring their parents any comfort. That insight didn't really cheer
anyone up, of course, but it did seem to help them get on to happier
subjects.