Message-ID: <27606asstr$975316204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "omnivore" X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 04:16:56 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Shower Club, Chapter 2: The Plot Thickens (f f mast voy) Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 04:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Shower Club, Chapter 2: The Plot Thickens (f f mast voy) by omnivore Disclaimer: Of course we need to start off with the usual **LEGAL** stuff about this being adult material. Leave now if you are too young to read sexually explicit stuff, 18 in most jurisdictions, some require you to be 21. 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It also excludes any archive that accepts advertising on any web page visible to a person attempting to access this file. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Plot Thickens (f f mast voy) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I got back to my room I lay awake in the dark for over an hour, trying to figure out what had just happened. I had experienced the most intense orgasm of my young life, and I couldn't kid myself and pretend that the fact that Tyler Renfro had been watching wasn't responsible. It had been such an incredible rush, watching her watching me, seeing her react as I came, the feelings cascading in some kind of orgasmic feedback loop until I'd been lucky not to fall in a heap to the ground. And looking at Tyler's body, watching her pleasure herself, had definitely caused something to twitch inside of me that I hadn't really felt before. I was pretty sure I'd been in love with my last boyfriend, and I definitely got turned on by sex with boys, but maybe I was into girls, too. I was a little weirded out, sure, but it wasn't like I'd really DONE anything with her. Maybe all this would blow over, and I would wake up the next morning with it all of the night's strangeness drifted out of me. But what would she do? And who would she tell? I worried it over in my head for a while longer, until I couldn't help but drift off from sheer exhaustion sometime around four a.m. ************************************************* When my alarm woke me up the next morning, my roommate still wasn't home, and after getting dressed I headed off to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decided to play it safe, and went to the bathroom upstairs instead of the one downstairs, and didn't see anyone at all along the way, let alone Tyler. When I got back to my room, I noticed that someone had written something down in the bottom corner of my message board. It just said "2 am - TR." I quickly rubbed out the tiny message, and looked up and down the hall, to see if anyone else might have seen it. I couldn't remember if I had noticed it there on my way up to the bathroom, so she could have put it there anytime. Shit. What did she want? Was she going to blackmail me? She was rich, for god's sake, what could she possibly want from me? Shit. Shit. Shit. Or maybe she just wanted to talk. As I wandered through my classes in a daze, turning in the previous night's masterpiece and sitting through several tedious lectures, I tried to come up with all the possibilities that I could. First, Tyler wanted to blackmail me. Possible, but hard to figure out what for. Second, Tyler wanted to apologize, put it behind us. Also possible, and probably the best of all possible outcomes, for that matter. Third, Tyler wanted to set me up for some kind of prank or embarrassment. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think that this was the most possible explanation, and as the day wore on, I started feeling more and more nervous. But there was another, fourth possibility. Maybe Tyler wanted to do it again. I stumbled through the usual dining hall visit to the salad bar, and a couple of lackluster hours in the library, and then went to back to my room and got into bed around nine. My roommate was over at her true love's abode once again, so I had the place to myself. I set the alarm for 1:45. ****************************************************** The beeping woke me up from a dream where Tyler Renfro and I had been involved in an elaborate duel like something out of a poorly-dubbed martial arts movie, complete with stunning spinning kicks and jumping that suspiciously resembled flight. It was pitch black in the room, other than the glowing numbers on my clock and the tiny lights on our computer monitors, and for a split second I couldn't remember why in the world I'd set the alarm for such a ridiculous time. And then it came back to me, all four possibilities, with the residue from the dream jumbled in, and sat for a moment with my head in my hands and wondered what the hell I was getting myself into. Tyler hadn't said anything to me all day, and I told myself that if I had the sense just to stay in my room, this probably would be over right then and there. But I didn't have the sense. And I couldn't just stay in my room, I had to know what she wanted. So I got up changed into my robe, made sure I didn't look hideous, took a deep breath, and headed down to the bathroom. When I got there, I heard a shower running. Actually, once I got into the room it sounded like they were all running. And they must have been running hot, because the steam was so thick it was actually billowing out of the shower area and into the area where the stalls and sinks were, and all the mirrors were fogged up. I set all my stuff on the counter above the sinks, draped my towel over two sinks that looked dry, and slowly made my way through the doorway between the two areas. I quietly called out, "Hello? Hello?" but didn't hear any reply. The nearest stall had its curtain wide open, and was empty, although the shower was on full blast. I reached in and turned it off, trying not to get the sleeve of my robe too wet. The next one was the same, so I turned it off, and so was the third, and the fourth. After I turned off the fourth shower, I paused. The fifth stall's curtain was half closed, with the opening at the far side, and I realized that the sound of the water falling in that stall was different than it had been in the others, more irregular somehow. There was someone in there. Slowly, trying to keep from shaking, I walked forward until I could see through the gap. Tyler stood there, just as she had the night before, gloriously naked and stroking herself in the front and from behind. She smiled when she saw me. I half-tripped backwards, and caught myself against the cool tile wall. But my eyes kept contact with Tyler's, and as I returned her gaze her smile just got bigger and bigger. "Come in," she said. Possibility four, I realized, in a moment of strange clarity, and I stepped forward without even a moment of thought for what my response "should" be. I shivered a little, despite the steam that was piling up and rolling out from the shower stall, and hugged my arms closer to my body, closing my robe even further. My eyes drifted down from Tyler's face to her breasts, and then further down to see her middle finger twitching with a consistent, staccato rhythm on her clit. For the second time I noticed that she was definitely a real redhead, with pubic hair the same dark, rich auburn of the hair on her head. I stared hard for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only twenty or thirty seconds, and then she spoke again. "Don't you want to?" she said. "C'mon, take off the robe, then you can have that corner and I'll take this one." She gestured towards the corner she was facing, then the one behind her. I didn't trust myself to speak, but I felt myself slowly nodding. I turned around and opened my robe, and after a brief hesitation, I quickly shrugged it off and hung it on the hook just inside the curtain. I paused again, bit my lip, and slowly turned around. Tyler had moved over to her corner, and was smiling encouragingly as I shuffled over to my designated spot. "I . . . I don't know what to do," I stammered out. My arms and hands kept making half-hearted, hesitant motions toward covering up my breasts and between my legs, and I could feel myself blushing all the way down my face and neck, until I could see the redness reaching down almost to my breasts. "I've never . . . I mean, I haven't been . . . I mean . . . I . . ." "Shhhh," she whispered. "Don't get all flustered. This is completely natural. Just do what you always do. Last night wasn't the first time you' ve ever touched yourself, I could tell that as soon as I peeked around the curtain, so try not to get too tense, and just let your fingers do the walkin'." My nipples were already hard as rocks, so tight and sensitive that they almost hurt, and they sent flashes of sensation rushing through me as I brushed my slightly quivering fingers across them hesitantly. My right hand crept down my stomach, inch by inch, until the tip of my middle finger was nestled just between my lips, curling inwards, ever so slightly. I continued to stare straight at Tyler, throwing glances at her hands as they moved from breasts to ass to crotch, and all the while trying to keep myself from grabbing my robe and running away. Suddenly something snapped, and the lust hit me like a wave, and my hand thrust in and down as I plunged one finger deep inside me. I slipped another one in, and started sliding them quickly in and out, while doing my best to work my clit with my thumb at the same time. The rush was immediate and intense, and I could feel the first orgasm blossoming within seconds. I pressed my chin into my chest, and my shoulders back against the slick tiles, and felt the muscles in my ass and thighs clench and relax and clench and relax in a series of rapid, electric twitches. "Mmmmmmmm. That was nice." I looked up at Tyler. She was still caressing herself slowly, and if possible her smile had gotten even bigger. I slid my fingers out, and started a slow, circular rhythm on my nubbin. My breathing returned to normal, more or less, but I still didn't, or couldn't, speak. "We are never so free as when we are having a good wank," Tyler suddely declaimed, in a voice that sounded nearly loud enough to be heard out in the hallway. "The power and pleasure of sexual release, the freedom of solitude, the empowerment of individual initiative. We are doing something incredibly nice for ourselves. Something that doesn't cost any money. Something that can be done almost anywhere. Something that doesn't add any calories. Something that doesn't hurt anyone else. Something that doesn't require any equipment (although it can be used if desired). What could be better than this? How could you not love it?" Clearly she had thought about this a lot. I sort of shrugged, and smiled weakly, but I still couldn't think of anything to say. My left hand took the right's place between my thighs, and with my right hand I started tweaking and pulling my nipples. "A good wank is a gift from the gods. It's a gift from yourself. It's just a gift . . . and it can be even more intense when it's a gift for someone else. If you think about how incredible, how free, how empowering a good wank can be, think of what you could do if you amplified that power by combining it with someone else's. The synergy would be - the synergy IS . . .. simply . . . incredible." As she spoke, her fingers rubbed with increasing speed and intensity at her clit, and as she finished speaking a series of low, mewing moans escaped her lips. "Oh . . .oh . . . oo . . . ow .. . . ew . . .mmmmm." She bit her lip, and started blinking quickly while trying to open her eyes as wide as possible. Red blotches started to appear all over her neck and chest, and her shoulders shook as the orgasm raged through her. Finally she shuddered to stop, and sank back against the wall, continuing to stare at me through lowered lashes. The power of her orgasm had triggered a second one in me, and it washed over me in a way that was somehow far more intense and yet far smoother and less jarring at the same time, like an exultant shout by my entire body. It was all I could do to keep from yelling out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" like I was Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally," but I settled for a number of low, quiet grunts and groans that may not have sounded very ladylike, but definitely accurately expressed how I was feeling at the time. Tyler had already finished coming by the time I had really started, and when I finally reached the end of the ride she grinned at me and mimed applauding. "Wow." Real articulate, I know, but it was all I could think to say. "Yeah," she said, "Pretty amazing, isn't it?" I started, slightly. "You've done this before?" "Why Elizabeth . . . that's sort of a personal question, don't you think?" "But we just . . . I mean didn't we . . . um . . . but . . ." "Oh, I see," Tyler said knowingly, flashing me a wicked grin. "You're into girls." "But . . . but . . .," I sputtered, "Wasn't that just . . . just . . . I mean, what we just did? What was that?" "Well, well, that's an interesting fact to know about you, Elizabeth. Interesting indeed. I think that since you seem to be one up on me right now, we should probably take advantage of this new knowledge" she said. "On your knees," she suddenly commanded. "Now. Get to it." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+