It was 6 A.M. when Kristen hit the showers. She
had an 8 o'clock class..... what was it? Anthropology?
God, why did she sign up for that subject? Oh well, she
needed an easy elective. How else was she going to
maintain her busy social schedule? As the hot water
beat softly against her supple skin, the fog started to
clear from her head and she remembered that she wasn't
in her private shower back home.
She lives in a college dormitory now and the
showers were all open to each other. "Why don't they
provide a little privacy around here?" Oh well, Kristen
secretly enjoyed this new lack of privacy anyway. Some-
times she found herself wondering, with a certain sense
of excitement, just who would be joining her in the
shower each morning. She would cast her eyes shyly to
the floor and become very quiet as she struggled to find
an excuse to look at her bathing partner.
Just how long do normal women look at each other
in the buff? Would anyone suspect anything if her eyes
stopped momentarily to appreciate certain portions of
the female anatomy? Kristen often worried about this.
After all, she only dated men. She had never
been to bed with another woman. She thought of herself
as quite heterosexual. And yet?---- Oh God, what was
she going to do with these new feelings?
Kristen's troubling thoughts were interrupted by
the sound of another shower being turned on. Startled,
she glanced across the tiled floor to the shower op-
posite her. It was little Sally. Actually, little Sally
wasn't so little. She was only about 5 feet 1 inches
tall, but she had round firm breasts the size of canta-
loupes. Kristen and Sally said good morning to each
other politely and then looked away.
Kristen reached for her soap and worked up a
lather. Her hands went to her own breasts which were
quite nice also. She felt aroused, and her nipples were
erect. She started to feel embarrassed. She pulled her
hands away from these sensitive organs and began to wash
her stomach and arms. She dared to sneak another quick
look at Sally.
Sally was bent over reaching for her bottle of
shampoo on the floor. Her back was turned towards
Kristen and the view left nothing to the imagination.
Little Sally was wide open. Kristen's soapy hands
darted back and forth over her own swollen genitals. She
thought, "What am I doing? This is just silly" But the
more Kristen thought about Sally's body, and noticed the
sexy way she moved, the more turned on she got.
Kristen's embarrassment was beginning to turn to
guilt. She wondered what Sally would think of her if she
knew how sexually aroused the sight of her nakedness had
made her. Oh, how she longed to touch her just once, to
press her lips against hers-----hard! To wrap her hands
around Sally's gorgeous tits and suck each nipple into
her mouth. Would Sally become wet? Would she want more?
Or would she tell everyone that Kristen was a freak and
that they should keep their doors locked?
Kristen became very frightened by such thoughts.
For a moment she lost her sexual desire and retreat into
a secret corner of her mind.
Sally abruptly ended such an escape with "Do you
have any conditioner?" She was all cheery and wide eyed
standing directly in front of Kristen. Her beautiful
breasts heaved with a little girlish sigh. Kristen
stumbled for words as she handed Sally the bottle of
conditioner. "Sure--uh--here you are--uh--." Sally said
thanks in the same cheery fashion as before, and gently
tweaked Kristen's left nipple, turned and went back to
her own shower.
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And it is not only the two in the shower who are incredibly wet now....
