Posted 20030502 to alt.sex.stories.moderated. 
Tess' Shower (MF,mast)
by Philip Harris 

It was 12 o'clock midnight, time for Tess to stop studying.  
By the dim light of her tiny desk lamp, she closed her 
college textbooks and put them away in her book bag.  She'd 
been a good girl and had put in a long evening of studying.  
This semester she was determined to make up for the poor 
grades of last semester.  She wanted to finish her freshman 
year with a strong average.

Still working only by the light of her desk lamp, Tess took 
off her nightgown and put on her bathrobe.  What she really 
felt like now, she thought, before she went to bed, was a 
little bit of fun masturbation.

But there was her roommate snoring in bed only a few feet 
away.  Yes Tess had gotten away with it here in the room 
before sometimes, in the darkness like now, but only while 
she was pretending to study at her desk.  Tonight she'd 
already put her study things away.  And besides, tonight 
she wanted to be a little wilder.  That called for a trip 
to the co-ed shower.

She took off her bedroom slippers and slipped her feet into 
her shower sandals; then gathering her toothbrush and 
things, and making sure she had her room key, she quietly 
left the room.  The light in the dormitory hallway seemed 
bright compared with her study lamp, and the lighting in 
the co-ed bathroom was even brighter.  

Jake came into the bathroom while Tess was brushing her 
teeth.  Jake was the biggest guy on the floor, and like a 
lot of guys he didn't wear a bathrobe when he was in the 
bathroom, he held a towel around his waist.  That was so 
sexy when guys did that!  Tess was dying to catch one of 
them with an erection sticking out of his towel someday!  
Jake looked at Tess, grinned kind of shyly, half-nodding a 
hello, and then went into one of the showers, without 
saying anything to her.  Tess heard him turn the water on, 
and she wondered wickedly what he might be doing in there!

Although she was now half way through her freshman college 
year, Tess still felt sexy whenever boys came into the 
bathroom while she was there.  She loved being naked 
beneath her bathrobe while boys in towels stood to either 
side of her.

Tess dawdled at the sink, waiting for Jake to finish 
showering.  She liked seeing the boys wet, when they first 
came out of the showers, their cocks maybe thrumming from 
naughty cum-shooting.

When Jake left, Tess deliberately took the shower stall 
that he'd been using.  "Because the water was hot," would 
be her lie if anyone every asked why, but secretly she 
looked for evidence that he might have been cumming in 
there.  Was that his cum dripping down the wall?  From so 
high up!?  Oh, just soapsuds, she discovered with her 
finger.  Weren't you a good boy for me tonight Jakey?, Tess 
thought to herself.

Tess disrobed to begin her shower.  She deliberately didn't 
throw her robe over the shower curtain.  That way it was 
possible, just possible, that some boy might "accidentally" 
open the curtain while she was showering.  He would claim 
he'd thought that the shower was empty, of course.  That 
had happened to Tess five times last semester.

Tess started by playing with her breasts, without even 
running the water yet.  She loved touching her nipples.  
When she stroked them between her thumbs and forefingers in 
just the right way it made her incredibly wet and horny--
and that's how she wanted to feel tonight.

A bunch of boys came in while she was doing that.  They 
came into the bathroom and used the sinks.  She heard their 
voices, sounding very male, very deep and grownup, as their 
banter echoed among the bathroom tiles.  Who where they, 
she wondered?  The echoes distorted their voices too much, 
making them strangers to her.  How many of them where 
there?

Tess pressed her back against the stall tiles, still warm 
from Jake's shower, and finger-teased rapidly, right on her 
clit.  She was having that fantasy again, that fantasy of a 
bunch of boys finding her alone in the shower at night and 
gang-raping her--all of them!

Her fantasy was that one of them would open her shower 
curtain and catch her masturbating, and then call the other 
fellows over for a look.  Two would hold her pinned to the 
shower wall, while the others gathered around looking in, 
hooting and teasing, pinching her nipples and body, 
threatening to soap out her pussy for being naughty, until 
they made her finish herself before them.

After her self-service, she'd have to do each of the boys 
of course.  They'd put soap in her eyes to hurt her into 
submission, and to make her keep her eyes closed during the 
rapes.  Eyes tightly shut, she'd be spun around in the 
shower, their many hands touching her wet, naked body, and 
then she'd have to reach out, and would be pressed against 
the wall for a standing fuck by whichever boy she touched.  

They'd make her do a fingered self-cleaning before spinning 
her around to pick the next boy.  "Don't cheat, don't 
cheat," she'd cry.  "I've already done you all.  Some of 
you boys are going twice."

In the shower, Tess teased delightfully to these wicked 
thoughts, but she didn't cum.  She was afraid of making sex 
noise while the boys were there, and without the shower 
water running.  When the boys left, she had to wait, 
listening intently, to know for sure that they were all 
gone.

After she was sure, she turned on the shower water and very 
quickly, very thoroughly masturbated.  Masturbating quickly 
while standing in a shower, sometimes in cold water, was 
probably the one most useful college "course" for most 
girls.  She didn't quite get through this one standing; she 
had to press her back hard against the wall in order to 
hold herself up, sliding down to spread her legs obscenely 
wide for the best pleasure.  

Afterward, she soaped herself totally clean, and then 
started drying her body with a towel.  While she was doing 
that, someone else entered the bathroom.  She could tell he 
was a boy without even seeing him.  There was just 
something different in the sounds that boys make.

It sounded like Jake again.  He was back, brushing his 
teeth.  Tess had a thing for Jake.  Of course, she thought, 
he didn't do it earlier because I was here.  And now he's 
back for what he needs!

It was late night, doubtless past 12:30, but Tess tingled 
with after-sex, and was feeling frisky and wicked.  She 
opened the curtain and walked out of the shower while still 
casually drying herself with her towel.

"Oh, uh, hi," Tess said, "I didn't know anybody else was in 
here."  Tess was genuinely surprised.  This wasn't Jake; it 
was that guy George, the quiet guy who lived alone in the 
corner dorm room.  Corner rooms cost extra because they 
were singles.

"Uh, hi," George said.  He was trying to look Tess in the 
face, but his eyes kept flashing down to her body and then 
up to her face again.  Tess giggled, because it was kind of 
like he was taking sneak photos of her.

"Hi George," Tess said, speaking very friendly.  So it 
wasn't Jake?  Tess felt like flirting anyway. 

"Uh, hi," George said again, with a little more confidence.

"Does it bother you?  Me like this?" Tess asked, although 
she was teasing.  "Here's the whole view," she said opening 
the towel and showing all of herself.  "You kind of looked 
like you wanted to see it," she explained very matter-of-
factly.  

Oh this was cute, Tess thought, George was shy.  She'd come 
to college thinking that all boys knew everything there was 
about sex--and the first college boys she'd met had--but 
now she was beginning to realize that there were college 
boys, like George, who still had lessons to learn.

"So how's Hunter?" she asked, draping the towel over her 
shoulders, but leaving her completed naked to George at the 
front.  She was referring to a professor named Hunter who 
they'd both had last semester.

"Oh I don't have him this semester," George said.  "I have 
Pike."

"I hear he'd good," Tess said.  

"Yeah, he's okay," George said.

Tess was loving this, but she didn't want anyone else 
coming in and catching her flirting.  She didn't want to be 
known as the dorm slut; but George was showing something 
that she did want.

Stepping forward, Tess lifted George's towel, which had 
been half lifted on its own.  He tried to cover himself.

"I showed you mine," Tess teased, pouting.  "Come into the 
shower and show me yours George."

"I, uh, kind of have a girlfriend," he said meekly.

"Don't be a sap George!" Tess said, taking his member in 
her hand and pulling him toward the shower by it.  "You 
don't have any girlfriend; and even if you do, she's not 
here."

Tess got George into the shower, turning on the water right 
away so that he had no real choice besides tossing his wet 
towel away.

"And you're not going to have me as a girlfriend tonight 
either," she said to him, "I'm just going to take you for a 
little exercise."

Tess soaped up her hands, rubbing them to a good lather, 
and then began cleaning George's cock and balls.  Getting 
down on her haunches, she soaped his equipment thoroughly 
with both of her hands, and then rinsed him off, leaving 
him all clean and pink, with curly black hair.  She 
examined him carefully from very close up.  George had 
impressively sized equipment!  She was glad that tonight 
was just going to be an outside job.

"Just like my brother's," she said, teasing.

"Time for your exercise," Tess said, as she began hand-
jobbing George expertly.  She'd been skillful at this since 
freshman year in high school.

Tess liked being low to George, lifting his balls with one 
hand while she stroked his cock with the other.  She felt 
aroused by the idea of letting him cum on her face; but 
squatting made her ankles hurt, so she stood up.  She kind 
of wanted to see his spurt from above, she decided.

"Hold my body George," she said.  What a klutz!  She had to 
tell him everything!  He held her awkwardly at first, but 
after Tess pressed her body against his, his arms found the 
right places on her.  Yeah, has a girlfriend!  Right!, Tess 
thought.

"Come on boy, be good for Tess, be a good little soldier," 
she coaxed.  His erection was full up, but Tess found that 
getting what she wanted out of him was hard going.  'Been 
doing it too much himself, she thought.

"Be a good little soldier and make your salute for Tess," 
she cooed.  This was taking too long, and she didn't want 
to be in here when someone else came in.  If he didn't cum 
in another minute she'd leave him to finish the job 
himself.  That would piss Tess off royally!

Tess saw that George's eyes were turned upward in his head.  
He was having too much fun with this; that was the problem!  
The big doofus!  He was forgetting his obligations.

"Feel my tits George," she said.  "Don't think about your 
stupid cock.  Think about my pussy.  Think about my pussy 
George.  Don't you want to fuck me?  Don't you want to fuck 
my pussy?"

That did the job!  He spurted all over the both of them, 
his engorged balls, his sperm factory, emptying like a 
squeezed basting bulb.  Tess caught a nice cum shot under 
the tits, and rubbed her body against his to make them 
share it.  

She ignored his hands when they tried to stop her.  "Oh no 
you're not done!" she said.  She kept jacking him and 
jacking him until she was sure she'd taken out every drop.

When Tess was done with him, she wiped his cum off her hand 
by rubbing it into his chest hair.  She loved using men's 
chest hair for that!

"You better not say anything about this ever George," Tess 
threatened.  "Now clean us up.  I've got an early class 
tomorrow."

-end-

More stories by Philip Harris can be found on http://www.asstr.org/~pharris/.
