The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... similar musical tastes and the fact that Monica played drums while she was a decent guitarist.

The other band member was Lucas, the pianist, doubling as her prom-date. They'd known each other since their parents set them up on play-dates together as infants. Lucas and Sylvia went to the same schools, took the same classes, and eventually fostered the same interests. They were practically siblings, and she certainly viewed him that way.

Sylvia shut off the water and wiped her hair out of her face, feeling around for the towel. And then feeling a little further. And then touching bare wall.

Right. Today was laundry day.

She scraped off whatever water she could and gently stepped out onto the tiles of the bathroom, dripping wet the entire way.

"Mom?" she shouted down the hall.

No response.

Not a great way to start the day, but she wouldn't let it ruin anything. Sylvia crossed her arms over her chest and exited the bathroom, her wet feet splashing beneath the water that she dragged along with her. She'd have to dry the floor eventually, although when 'eventually' was was still unknown as the bus was only a few minutes out.

The laundry room was just past the kitchen. She heard the sound of her mother's voice in the kitchen but shrugged it off. Maybe she'd flash her parent, but it was her mother's own fault that she started laundry so suddenly.

"Mom, are the towels clean, yet?"

"No, hun, they're in the washer right now."

"What? I don't have ...

... anything to dry off with!"

"Err... I guess there are some dish towels I missed since they're mostly decorative. Just grab a handful and take 'em upstairs."

"Fine. I'll use those."

Sylvia rounded the corner and saw her mother, seated at the table with her laptop in front of her - she had her back to her daughter as she clicked a few things and began apologizing for muting herself.

She grabbed a handful of frilly towels that felt pretty useless for anything other than looking nice. Phrases like 'We love our kitchen' or 'There's no place like home' adorned them which Silvia scoffed at as she continued to drip. She grabbed a few and began patting down her chest as she prepared to leave. Then she heard a voice from her mother's laptop.

"Er... Mrs. Allen. Your daughter is on camera and uh..."

Sylvia froze. Her mother turned to look at her.

"Oh my god!" They both exclaimed at once. Sylvia covered her nudity as well as she could with the tiny towels while her mother's hands covered the camera capturing her.

"You didn't tell me you had already showered! I was in a meeting!"

"You didn't tell me you were in a meeting with your camera on!"

Sylvia winced at her mom, who then gazed down at the floor that was rapidly filling with a puddle.

"Oh, you're getting the floor all wet... Just- just go back to the bathroom, I'll get it later!"

"Uuugh." was all Sylvia could let out as she paced out of the kitchen and retreated to her room.

Great. A bunch of Mom's ...