Hello again! Last time I saw you I was running back to the locker room, with my panties in my hand and a fresh load of cum running down the inside of my leg from my little escapade in the bushes with Steve. You guys remember Steve? My hot geeky friend (now boyfriend?) who has now filled me with his load twice in the space of week right under the noses of the teachers at the posh English boarding school we both attend. Well, he’s not in this part of the story. This is the story of what happened when I got back to the locker room.
I try to be the last to arrive in the showers to avoid some of the other girls who are mean to me about my body. You know the type: long legs, slender hips, round perky boobs and a firm conviction that anyone less attractive than them is beneath contempt. I’d rather avoid any encounter with the wannabe cast of Heather’s, let alone one while we’re all naked and soapy, so I’ve gotten pretty good at the timing of when to arrive at the locker rooms, how long to dawdle over getting undressed and when to finally arrive in the showers in order to get there just as everyone else is leaving.
Today was no exception. I padded barefoot into the communal showers with my towel wrapped tight around me as the last of the other girls on the cross-country running team trailed out, already toweling themselves off. I should probably set the scene, shouldn’t I? After all, I’m guessing most of you are guys. You’ve probably never seen the inside of a girl’s locker room. Our shower block is a big oval room with about 30 shower heads spaced around the walls. A wooden bench runs along the middle of the room for towels and jewellery and such to go on, well clear of the sprays of water from the showerheads. At one of the narrow ends of the oval is the entrance to the locker room and at the other there is a series of toilet-like stalls with slatted wooden doors to provide an illusion of privacy. I’ve no clue whose bright idea installing those was, but everyone calls them “Wimp Stalls” and no-one would be caught dead actually using one. Better to be teased for your small boobs or thunder thighs than get a reputation for being a nervous nelly.
I tossed my towel onto the bench and went and stood under the nearest shower, turning on the warm water and letting cascade over my naked body. I took a handful of soap from the dispenser and began to wash the rapidly drying mixture of Steve's spunk and my own juices off the insides of my thighs and out of my pubic hair. Every so often my fingers would graze the little bump of my clit and give me a delightful little tingle in my kitty. I was getting turned on again. That has been happening so easily recently. I was all alone in the showers, and I had time to get myself off at least once before next class. I closed my eyes and brought my left hand up to gently pinch and stroke my right nipple. My right hand went to my groin, the fingers circling my clit producing more delicious tingles and then slicked down my now soapy slit to dip into my rapidly moistening vagina. I gasped with pleasure as my kitty spasmed shut involuntarily on the intruding fingers, sending shocks of pleasure shooting out from my crotch to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
I froze when I heard a noise coming from one of the Wimp Stalls. It sounded a lot like the noises I was trying not to make. There was someone in here with me! Three quick steps took me to the nearest stall and with one quick yank, the door was open. A naked girl tumbled out at my feet. It seemed like she had been leaning against the door and judging by her flushed face and the hand still jammed firmly between her legs it was pretty obvious what she had been doing.
Through the clouds of steam, I recognised her as a girl in the year below me named Irene. She was another socially awkward outcast though she wasn’t part of my little tribe of nerds. She kept herself to herself and seemed to spend all her time in the school stables doing horsey things that people who don’t like horses will never understand. Her name was Irene, and she was physical opposite of me. Tall and slender where I was chubby, and bow legged from all the horse riding where I had a big ass from comfort eating. Her short blonde hair was usually a mop of curls on the top of her head but now it was plastered to her scalp by the shower, and I could see that blonde was not her natural colour. The untrimmed thatch of pubic hair between her legs was a vibrant shade of ginger. Did I mention, I’ve always had a thing for red heads? Now wasn’t the time to let her know I was checking her out. I was the senior girl. I needed to take charge of this situation.
“What the hell are you doing, Irene?” I snapped, my voice echoing off the tiled walls of the locker room shower. Irene stared up at me from the floor frozen in a mix of fear and embarrassment. Her slender body was crumpled in the corner of the wimp stall, her hand still buried between her thighs. Her wide green eyes locked with my baby blues, and for a moment, the only sound was the steady drip of water from the showerhead behind me.
“I-I’m sorry,” Irene stammered, her voice trembling. She pulled her hand away quickly, like she’d been burned, and scrambled to her feet. Her face was beet red, and she couldn’t meet my eyes. “I didn’t mean to… I just…“
“Just what?” I interrupted, stepping closer. My heart racing as I stared her down. “You just happened to be in the stall, spying on me while I was showering? You just happened to choose this time and place to diddle yourself?”
Her voice was barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been watching you for weeks, Bethan. I couldn’t stop thinking about you…” Her gaze flicked to my body, and my anger faltered for a moment, turning to embarrassment of my own.
I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly self-conscious. I knew what she saw—the chubby stomach, the thunder thighs, the small boobs that I’d always wished were bigger. But her eyes didn’t linger on my insecurities. Instead, they swept over me with a kind of hunger that made my stomach flutter. I realised it was the way Steve looked a me. I look that said “I want you!”
“You’ve been watching me?” I asked, my voice softer now, though I couldn’t hide the edge of disbelief. “Why?”
She hesitated, then took a step closer, her gaze never leaving mine. “Because you’re beautiful, Bethan. I know you don’t see it, but you are. Your curls, your curves… I’ve been obsessed with you since the first time I saw you changing for cross-country. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t just stand there and pretend I didn’t feel anything. I needed to see you.”
Her words hit me like a tidal wave, washing away my anger and leaving something else in its place—something raw and electric. I’d never had anyone talk to me like that before. Steve isn’t much of a talker when it comes to sex stuff. He’s never told me how he feels; he’s more of a man of action.
And I’ve never had a girl look at me the way she was looking at me now. It was overwhelming, and yet… I didn’t want her to stop.
“Irene…” I started, but my voice trailed off as she took another step closer. Her hand reached out, trembling, and brushed against my arm. Her touch was feather-light, but it sent a shiver down my spine.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. “Let me show you how much I want you.”
I hesitated, my mind racing. This was wrong, wasn’t it? She’d been spying on me, masturbating while I showered. I should have been furious, should have stormed out and never spoken to her again. But instead, I found myself leaning into her touch. Her lips crashed into mine, and the world seemed to spin out of control. Her kiss was desperate, hungry, like she’d been holding back for weeks and couldn’t contain herself anymore. I kissed her back just as fiercely, my hands gripping her hips as she pressed her body against mine.
The water from the shower ran in rivulets over our naked bodies, clinging to our skin and revealing the curve of her small breasts but perfectly formed breasts and my slightly larger, chubby ones. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body trembled against mine as our kiss deepened.
Her hands stroked up my flanks to touch my breasts. Her fingers brushed across my hardening nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I gasped against her lips. She took that as an invitation, her mouth moving to my neck as she trailed kisses down to my collarbone and lower towards my breasts. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” she whispered against my skin, her hands squeezing my tits. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.” Her lips latched onto my left nipple and her teeth nipped and nibbled at me in a way that made my knee’s buckle.
Irene’s hand traced down the curve of my hips before sliding between my legs. I was already wet. Damn, I’d been wet since the moment I’d caught her watching me, and her fingers brushed along the length of my slit and settled at its apex, making little circles around my clit. This time I did collapse with pleasure, taking us both to the tiled floor of the shower room.
“Irene,” I breathed, into her shoulder. “Please don’t stop!”
She didn’t need to hear it twice. Her fingers alternated between little circles and a delicious tickling motion that drove me wild. Her other hand was gently squeezing and massaging one of my breasts while she suckled and nibbled at the nipple of the other.
Through the fog of pleasure, I realised I should be doing something for Irene as well and I slipped my hand down into the furnace heat between her thigh’s. My questing digits sought the entrance to her vagina, and I slipped first one and then a second finger inside her. I’d never touched another girl before, so I let what I knew of my own anatomy guide me and curled my fingers upwards towards a special place I knew in my own kitty that always made me cum quickly when I gave it attention.
I must have been doing something right because she suddenly arched her back, letting go of my boob and clutching at me in a deathgrip of pleasure. “Don’t stop, Beth. Please don’t stop” She moaned into my ear as her other hand redoubled its tickling motions on my clit. Her words were like a match to kindling, igniting a fire inside me that I didn’t know existed. Our bodies moved instinctively. her hand grinding against my crotch as I worked my fingers inside her. I could feel my orgasm building, that delicious tension coiling tighter and as we drove each other closer and closer to the edge. We clung to each other, straining towards our mutual release.
“I’m so close,” I gasped, my fingers digging into her shoulder.
Irene’s fingers were rubbing little circles on my clit as mine were moved faster and harder inside her. And then, suddenly, we were both cumming. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I was dimly aware of her leg’s snapping shut, trapping my hand and her vagina clenching down, hard, over and over on my intruding fingers. When it finally subsided, I was boneless, lying my head against her shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. I puller my fingers from her gently, and she whimpered at the loss, I could feel her body still trembling with aftershocks.
“That was… incredible,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled; her cheeks flushed with pride and leaned down to kiss me again. “You’re incredible,” she murmured against my lips.
“Rriiiiinnggg!!!”
The bell was ringing for our next class. I had no idea we’d been here that long. Shocked, we both jumped to our feet and started gathering our clothes and dressing as fast as we could. Irene was having trouble with catch of her bra.
“Here, let me”, I said moving to help her and giving her a small kiss on the back of her neck as I did so. Irene turned and returned the kiss full on my lips. “Do you think we can do this again?” She asked. “I can’t wait” I replied. “But right now we’ve got to get to class, come on”. We both dashed for the door, our wet hair bouncing in rat tails behind us.