“Hey, nice six pack,” she smiled upon feeling the hard muscles under his shirt. “But I bet you still can’t take a punch, you wimp.”
Josh raised his shirt to show off his toned midsection. “You like,” he quipped? “The ladies think I am hooooot,” dragging out the word for emphasis.
“Dumb-ass. You don’t got any girls that think you’re hot.” The comment quieted Josh. Somehow Manny always knew how to strike at his soft underbelly, yet still managed a smile to make it look like it was just a game. And then she continued, “speaking of hot, how is your girlfriend, what’s-her-face, Jenny, Julie, Jessica…?”
“Jackie, her name is Jackie, and you know that. You also know she is not my girlfriend,” his voice trailed off as his mind started to slip off again. Jackie was the girl he had wanted to be with since freshmen year. But this was not just about lust, even at a distance he knew he was completely in love with her.
“Yeah, whatever,” Manny said with a punch to Josh’s arm. His daydream was broken and he started helping her with her bags. They tossed them into the back hatch of his car and drove for campus. The ride was a quiet one as Josh’s mind returned to Jackie. He did not how long it had been since he saw her last. He’d heard she was dating some guy from the hockey team, but it seems they had recently broken up.
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It was Manny’s first college party, and the best part was that it was right here in the frat house. Josh had warned her about some of the things that might occur tonight, but she was too excited to hear any of it. She was well into “pre-party mode” now; preparing her clothes and laying out her makeup. Josh was watching her scurry about the room in amazement, wondering when his tomboy sister started caring about how she looked. He decided to leave her to her business and stepped from the room. Manny heard him bellow from the hall “Heads up fellas! My sister is in the house! Wipe your stinky ass and get off the crapper! No one goes in the bathroom for the next hour!”
The warning having been sounded, Manny wandered down the hall to take her shower. There were wooden changing stalls, each leading to a shower stall at the back. She chose the last stall against the tiled wall hoping no one would step into the stall on the other side. She removed her clothes in the changing area, leaving them on the bench. Then, not trusting the frosted glass, she hung her towel over the shared wall, before stepping inside.
The shower felt good. It was warm and soothing. Manny pulled the band from her hair and let it fall to the sides. She took up the shampoo bottle and began to wash. The extra soap slid from her head, rolling down her back and chest. She often closed her eyes and imagined it to be the hands of a lover caressing her body. She used her own hands now, soaping herself slowly, closing her eyes to imagine Craig again. Would he find me better looking than his wife, she wondered? Would he want touch me the same way he does her? Stroking a single finger across each nipple, she contemplated the feeling of a strange pair of hands on her; cupping her pert breasts, twisting her hard nipples.
Her breasts were not as large as some of her girlfriends’ and those women she had seen on the internet. Manny had inherited her mother’s slender frame, and being a serious athlete, she had not added the body fat that creates a woman’s curves until this past year. She was behind most of the other girls in school, and was eager to catch up, but at the same time, not quite sure how to do it. Her self-exploration in the shower had uncovered many wonderful feelings, but she did not know if she was ready to share herself with a man yet. That was her private reason for this trip. Away from home, she was going to find out if she could be attractive to guys; would they actually find her as attractive as girls with bigger boobs.
The noise of a toilet flushing and the momentary drop in water temperature ended her shower abruptly. Nobody was supposed to use the bathroom while she was in there. One of the guys had broken the rules. She grabbed the towel and wrapped herself in it, then opened the stall door, stepping into the dressing area. She heard the feet cross the floor, and then the squeak of the door next to hers. It seems the flusher was next door, preparing to take a shower. Looking down, she saw his feet, and then his underwear slide down around his ankles. The inside door opened, and now she could see the silhouette of his frame through the frosted glass partition.
Manny was excited. This was the closest she had ever been to a naked man. She stayed in the changing area but kept the shower door open so she could watch him. He seemed to have his back to her as he washed, whistling to himself casually. She tried not to breathe too loud, alerting him to her voyeurism. His hands roamed all over his slim body, making her wonder how he would feel to her own hands. Was he one of those hairy guys, or did he have clean smooth skin? Was he muscled, or just slim? How good looking was he?
His hands seemed to disappear from the silhouette, but she expected they were in front of his stomach. Then he turned sideways, and to Manny’s surprise, she realized he was holding his penis. No, he wasn’t holding it, he was stroking it, slowly. One hand after the other, he was stroking it from tip to base. His motion was deliberate and continuous, keeping a steady rhythm. Her mouth opened wide at the sight and the thought of being here to see him. She was of two minds; does she leave quickly before she is caught, or does she watch him through to his conclusion?
His shadow began to sway against the glass, and Manny thought she could hear him moan lightly. He put a hand on the glass for balance as his other hand increased its tempo. Manny was growing excited herself, and felt the warmth growing between her legs. She began to imagine that it was her hands stroking his penis, trying to imagine the feeling of it in her soapy hands. She watched his hand move back and forth, trying to follow his rhythm with her own hands against her shampoo bottle. Closing her eyes, she listened intently for his moans, speeding up her strokes, as if she were giving him the pleasure. She found herself nudging the shampoo bottle down through her pubic hair, pulling open her loosely wrapped towel.
His moans were getting faster and stronger, but he kept them barely above a whisper. Then there was one last moan, much longer and more intense. On the release, his free hand went to the top of the glass to hold himself up. His hips thrust forward as he rose to his toes. Manny saw his ejaculate spill on the shower floor, flowing toward the drain along with the soap. She was rubbing herself faster now, moving towards her own conclusion, the excitement of the moment driving her arousal. He was closer to the glass now, actually pressing his penis against it. It hung between his legs like a snake, still throbbing with remnants of his pleasure. She could see it more clearly and unconsciously reached a hand towards the glass. Still breathing quickly, his voice rose above the glass. “I hope you enjoyed the show, maybe next time you can help.”
Manny froze in shock. She was scared and embarrassed. Had he known she was there the whole time? Did he know she was looking at him? All she could force herself to do was gather her things and run from the showers as quickly as she could. She only prayed that no one else saw her between here and Josh’s room. She was sure she would die of embarrassment if anyone caught her leaving the bathroom. She heard his voice as she ran down the hall. “Leaving so soon, honey? I thought you could come over to my side and say hi…”
Slamming the door behind her, Manny sat on Josh’s bed. She was visibly shaken and sat nervously, tapping the bed with her fingers. She crossed and re-crossed her legs several times, replaying what she seen in her mind. His hands moved up and down along the hard shaft, it must have felt so good. How did it feel in his hands? Was the skin soft and warm? She thought about the pictures she had seen on those websites, and the things those women had done to the men. Those men had such large penises and the women took them all sorts of ways. Would she ever do those things? Could she do those things? Some of those penises took more than two hands to handle, but her neighbor in the shower did not seem to be so big. Would he need her to use two hands, or would she only use one? She spread the towel open again, clearing it between her legs, but it fell off her completely. The cooler air in the room helped to harden her already rising nipples. They stood out proudly from her chest, the dark areolas highlighting them against her pale skin. She pinched them with one hand as the other slid down her belly. The pinch sent a jolt of electricity straight down to her loins, inviting her fingers to complete the task they had begun in the shower.
Images flashed behind Manny’s closed eyelids, fueling her lustful cravings. Caressing herself in those wanting places; she lay back on the bed to enjoy herself fully. Wet and eager, she reaches for her favorite brush with the fat handle, and turning it handle first, presses it against her swollen lips. Two fingers spread her pink lips as she glides the handle into her wetness. She imagines the hard penis from the shower; how would it feel inside her. The weight of his body would press her into the bed as he lowered himself into her. The brush mimics his thrusts as she rubs her clit harder, surprised at how wet she has become. The feelings are electric and her hips grind hard against her hands. Losing herself in the fantasy, she is swept up in her lust. Her thrusting is at a fever pitch; she rubs her clit with wanton fervor. The orgasm consumes her body, leaving her mind adrift. She turns into the pillow to stifle the scream, but even so, she knows she has been too loud, because the orgasm was too much to control. It had never been so strong. She is hoarse from the panting, and worn out in its aftermath. A quick glance at the clock tells her she has enough time for a nap. So she pulls the blanket over herself, closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
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