Where it happened: dorm shower
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
My sophomore year I lived on a co-ed hall, complete with coe-ed bathrooms. People were very careful to wear bathrobes, and although there were a few towel snatchings, for the most part my hallmates behaved appropriately and with seriousness. I was showering one evening after my nightly run. Until that night, I had an impeccable reputation. I always countered my passionate urges with a great deal of reserve. This meant I was extremely sexually frustrated and touched myself at least twice a day. My showers were often prolonged to accomodate these needs discreetly. I always waited until everyone was out of the bathroom, so that noone would hear my uncontrollable sighs and groans and sometimes convulsive thrashings. There was one boy on my hall, whose towel i wouldn’t mind stealing. Joe was a pitcher on the baseball team, and at an Ivy League school, he was one of the only guys who was more body than brains. His instinctual nature appealled to my secret fire. So one night, as I heard his and another boys voice talking, I started to touch myself.
Joe had always stared at me when i walked by. I pretended he didn’t exist or affect me at all — but I could always feel his eyes burning on my body. I am a 36d, so I am noticeable — but most people at school are smart enough to hide these glances. Joe glares. every time I saw him, my sexually repressed body grew wet in response to his looks. The previous day I caught him staring. His eyes met mine and I didn’t look away. Instead I stared back with hooded eyes, not revealing any expression. Instead of being the least bit embarrassed, he winked and walked away knowingly. I felt my cheeks burning and knew they gave away my excitement. As he walked away I wondered how he had this power over me and how his stare would feel on my naked body.
To my surprise, the boys were talking about me, and not saying very flattering things. Joe was complaining about what a prude i was and the other boy told about an experience his friend had with me where I made him walk me home from a fraternity and then gave him only a kiss on the cheek. My reserve was somewhat out of place on the modern college campus. They then talked derrogatively about my breasts, which both disgraced and pleased me. Joe’s buddy left.
At the thought of him in his boxers, brushing his teeth, i started touching myself again with one hand, but muffling my groans with the other hand. I was getting into it and accidentally let out an unmistakable gasp. Maybe I was sick of my perfect reputation and wanted him to hear me. But i suddenly changed my mind when i heard the footsteps. Now Joe is pretty tall and i could see his entire face over the shower’s stall. Uncharacteristically, he looked straight at the wall and asked “are you okay?”
When he heard my voice say a reluctant yes, he turned to face me. I had moved towards the door to cover myself with it. He then asked, “well, then what the hell are you doing in there?!?”. I didn’t answer. “Look,” he said “Cliff told me how virginal you are, don’t be afraid — I am not going to come in there.” I then backed up to show him where my hand was still inserted. I rubbed myself as energetically as I did in private, being sure to caress my breasts and bottom. I stopped short and asked him “why not?” His mouth was wide open and eyes were too. I think he was frozen in shock and I was basking in my new wickedness. I kicked the door latch open, letting the door swing in and Joe to see me fully naked — head to toe. He was still frozen, which I took as a complement. Despite my outward confidence, I was shy aobut beeing seen naked for the first time. I was assured that my body was not disgusting as I had previously thought. He gave a little mocking gorwl, then attacked me with kisses and rough grabbing. I was scared as hell at my rashness, but didn’t want to stop either. My arms shivered with goosebumps and he looked down at me and asked me if i wanted to stop.
I guess I felt i had show him up, so at the question I ripped off his t-shirt and put my hand down his boxer shorts. It wasn’t gross and slithery as I had feared, but instead leathery and jutting. I investigating for a good five miutes until he said he thought he would die. The tip was like the head of a snake and i could feel his heartbeat in the long hard part. He told me I didn’t know what I was doing and that i should stop while he still had control. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was intriged at the thought of him losing control. I boldly jumped onto him, embracing his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. He lined everything up and put his penis inside of me. It hurt like a bitch and I nearly strangled him accidentally. But his kisses on my neck and the water on my back soothed the pain and I unclenched my death grip. We stood like that for a while and then he stroked my hair and asked me to tell him if he hurt me again. Then he started to move kind of up and down. Instead of thinking this was weird as hell, I started doing it too. Then he was going progressively faster and when i couldn’t keep up with him, I hung on for dear life and concentrated on teh movement of his back muscles, which I could see over his shoulder and whose beauty took my pain away.
Then he yelled really loudly and we collapsed against teh wall of the shower. we slid down to the floor together and i got off of him and quickly grabbed my towel, somewhat disappointed. He was still laying there like an idiot with glazed over eyes. when i grabbed for the door, he gripped my arm firmly and brought me into his lap. he trapped me there with his big arms for a good tweny minutes, while he recovered the use of the rest of his body. Joe explained with amazing eloquence and gentleness that it would get better and the biological reasons why it hurt so bad. He then turned me over and hovering over me like a god, worshipped my entire body with kisses.
I am very ticklish, so I was cracking up and wiggling teh entire time. I think he took offence to this at first–but caught on and started to tease me playfully with teh kissing tickles. Then he kissed a very not ticklish spot and I was paralyzed by the new sensation. He took a part of me so small between his lip and with a gentle roll of his tongue–my entire body shook with a pleasure that far exceeded my explorations. Just before I thought I was going to explode and do something, the hall door creaked open and my roommate yelled my name, saying my mom was on the phone. Joe didn’t stop. He thought it was fun. My voice was practically as I told her to tell my mom that i was, uuhh, shaving and I would call her back later. as soon as I got out the lie, Joe’s sucking along with tthe excitement of getting caught culminated everything and I yelped. My roommate asked if I was alright and started walking over. she could easily see us if she looked down under the stall; so i told her I cut myself and to go away adn tell my mom I’d call her later. I was logically talking to my rommate, but my whole body was having waves of seizures. when she walked out Joe started laughing adn I playfully slapped him. then I said “wow” for about 10 minutes over and over again. We left teh bathroom calmly, but I shaken by my first experience and the excitement.
We have since exhausted many public places on-campus with our love-making. One time (in the dugout of the baseball field) I thought we would get caught by the guy moving the field. but while he probably saw us, didn’t tell on us. i enjoy the secrecy of our encounters. we keep up the appearrances of disliking each other. I scowl at him jokingly and he still complains to his friends about what a prude I am. I run a lot faster now, i guess in anticipation of our nightly bathing.
now that summer is here, I miss him and think about him and my first experience in that wicked shower.
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