Alone in the shower, but not for long

If sharing a plate of pancakes across from his life-long friend / potential new flame had been an unusual turn for the romantic for Patrick, their trip to the bath-house was a return to the norm. It was hard to think of Shauna as anything but the insensitive goof she normally was, when she was hopping back and forth on her feet and moaning about what a wicked dump she was about to take. This gave the tomgirl of the group a nice chance to clear his head and think about things rationally, with his thoughts to himself for a while.

The time alone with Shauna had been pretty outside of his expectations. "Well, the part where she tried to hook me up with a slutty blond boy was actually pretty in-character for her. The weird part was her letting me back out of it," the redhead mused, as he stepped into the dressing area and began to pull himself out of the tight two-piece outfit he'd been **** into by the girls. Should he chock Shauna's uncharacteristic generosity up to the goodness of her heart, or was it possible that being away from their peers let her show a nicer side than she normally would? That was a glass-half full way of looking at it and Patrick couldn't help but examine the bottom half of the glass too: it was still possible Shauna was doing all of this as an in-road to his pants.

Still, If Jessie and the others had been in the restaurant too, they'd have probably been all over Billy, goading him on to join the fun. He at least felt encouraged that being out of their group for a while made things a little less awkward than they could have been.

Shauna had, intentionally or otherwise, found a pretty good way to help him out while he stewed over things. Her plan could be called considerate, even.

It was almost enough for him to erase the image of her trying to find a spot to peep through the women's side of the public shower into the men's... she'd done things like that back in school and he doubted she'd miss the chance to do it again here. Now out of the zip-up top and wearing just the speedo, Patrick crossed his arm across his chest to hide anything indecent, then let out a quiet, "shit." He'd forgotten that his towel had disappeared along with his original change of clothes. For now, he replaced the top, then made his way into the shower area.

The interior of the boy's side was separated into a large public section, which Patrick surmised was for those wearing swimsuits, and then a couple of smaller stalls, for those who needed to get nude. Further to the back were actual toilet stalls. For his purposes, Patrick could just run some water over himself in the public section, but before doing that, he still wanted to confirm his earlier suspicions. To his surprise, he didn't initially spot any holes screwed into the wall... but he did find a suspiciously placed poster with cleaning and hygiene tips, sitting a bit above waist height. Sure enough, when he peeled it back a bit, he found a hole waiting there, just the right level for girls hoping to peer through and see just a glimpse of the boys on the other side. Some dutiful guy had surely placed this poster up at some point to prevent peeping Tinas.

Patrick wondered what he'd see if he stared through the hole. With a wry smile, he imagined Shauna crouching there, poking one eye into the hole for a look at the annoyingly empty shower room. Eager to catch her in the act, Patrick knelt down, then pressed his own eye up to the hole.

It turned out that he'd been wrong: Shauna really wasn't using this peephole, against all odds.

He'd also been wrong about the part where this public area was used only by those in swimsuits. On the other side, a small group of girls he recognized-- ones with no reason to lack confidence in their bodies-- were showering publicly, nude, with water streaming over their toned, adult bodies. These were jock-girls, which meant they all had the fantastic bodies of sports players; some were even still on teams in a college setting. None of them were covering a thing. Watching in on this wasn't equivalent exchange for what Shauna had done back in school at all, because back then, Shauna wouldn't have known what to do with the feedback she was taking in.

Patrick did. Clenching his teeth unconsciously, the boy looked down to the erection slowly pressing against his speedo, begging for him to use the privacy of this completely unoccupied boy's section to rub one out. The only saving grace here was that Shauna must have gone into one of the toilets instead of standing in the showers, which made plenty of sense. "I'm not a perv, she's the perv...!" he reminded himself inside of his head, trying hard to wrench himself away from the secret hole he'd just found.

Just as he was about to pull away, a gray-blue eye appeared gazing back at him. If he'd remained pressed up against that spot, he might have actually made it away clean; instead, he panicked, withdrawing from the spot and allowing his adversary to get a full look at who'd been peeping. Unseen, the eye on the other side curled into a pleased slit, then disappeared...

"Oh shit!" Patrick groaned, knowing that he was in the process of being outed as a peeper among all of his peers. There was no mistaking that eye or that intent... it had clearly been Jessie. Should he try to find a way to plead with her not to tell the others? Should he move somewhere else so he could just call her a shit-head liar if the others asked about it? Should he try to play it cool, like he didn't actually see anything? No way... she'd probably seen him pretty clearly when he recoiled just now. ****, yet clueless, the boy awkwardly began to flatten the poster back against the wall and smooth it out, to make it look as though there was no way he could have seen through the hole.

"Patty."

Jessie's voice came from the doorway, causing him to jump. Heedless of the signage, she'd strolled straight into the men's side, wearing just a blue beach-towel around her waist with her big, intimidating breasts hanging freely. One hand clenched into the upper hem of her towel to hold it secure, just below her firm six-pack abs, while the other swung confidently at her side as she approached. Her pink-tipped breasts were as firm as the rest of her body, but still with a bit of bounce due to their size and their current status, unrestrained by any kind of top covering. No tan-lines showed there, forcing Patrick to imagine that she must sunbathe pretty thoroughly and immodestly on the average case. The blonde wore a giddy smile in her eyes, but a much cooler expression below on her amused, slightly cocked smile.

What she was wearing wasn't really more revealing than a girl's swimsuit, and yet, Patrick felt his boyhood betraying him. Seeing the water running from her blond hair, free from its usual ponytail, down her tanned flesh and toned muscle, was too much. Girls like Jessie loved to get a reaction from boys who just couldn't help themselves and, womanly though he tried to be, Patrick was no exception. He swore under his breath once again; the speedo he'd put on was practically made to highlight his bulge and stretched along with his arousal. Jessie's eyes went right to the strained spot and shined with intent.

"Patty?"

"J-Jessie! Fuck! This is the men's side, jackass," Patrick pointed out, as though she possibly could have missed that.

The girl's-- no, woman's-- lips widened into a victorious smile as she cocked her head slightly. Surprisingly, she kept her voice down, as though to keep their conversation private. "I wasn't the one who fired the first shot, right? It's pretty damn funny, imagining a no-nonsense boy like you crouched down, beating your meat at the sight of a whole football team's worth of girls in the shower. They could make a movie about that," Jessie teased, walking still closer while tilting her chin up. Patrick was a lanky boy, but she was still a bit taller. "Were you perving on Shauna? Spider caught in her own web, huh? Though, I think she'd be tickled pink if she knew that's what you were doing."

"I wasn't. I thought she would be doing that to me, stupid..." Patrick shot back, averting his eyes slightly from Jessie's intimidating musculature.

"Is that so? Well, either way... I'll keep your secret. Wouldn't want to ruin your date," his second-best friend replied, grinning. "I'm your friend too. Right?"

Patrick nodded, feeling increasingly uncertain about this "friend" who seemed to be cornering him with intent to **** him.

"That's why it hurts my feelings when you try to leave me out of things. Luckily, I've got a plan that will keep things fair." Jessie tossed her blond hair over her shoulders with a careless swipe of her hand, then crossed both arms beneath her chest, trusting the knot to hold on her beach-towel. "You can keep up this date with Shauna. Her goal was to make it so you feel nice and comfortable during the day, right? Then, when night comes... We switch. Shauna has you for the day, I have you for the night. Two guardian angels. You're lucky!"

A laugh actually rose up from Patrick's throat; the idea of either one of these girls being guardian angels, protecting their pure, precious Patrick from women with bad intentions, was too goofy. "What are you picturing us doing at night? I'll tell you how I was planning to spend my night: sleep," he retorted.

"That's also something we can do together," Jessie answered plainly, her blue eyes almost unblinking. She'd stopped her approach, tantalizingly close to him; he couldn't back off for fear of showing how intimidated he was. "I'm a competitive girl. Shauna took her shot early, but now, I'm taking mine. If you don't feel like taking this offer of mine, I could just also tell the rest of the gals that you owe them a peepshow. That'd be a fun way to spend the night, too."

Patrick tried to remember if he'd always been this nervous around his "2nd best friend." Was this the anxiety of a boy protecting his purity, or was this that of a boy slowly coming to the realization that he'd actually been living in a hostage situation for his entire lifetime, with a lioness who was just toying with her food?

"You think of me as number 2, behind Shauna, right?" Jessie questioned, lowering her eyebrows with an intense smile. Boldly, she reached out one hand as though planning to grab his cock, then maneuvered it upward to teasingly flick her finger at the zipper on his top, like she was playing a game of "made you look." "Number 2 isn't a good position for me. This has been a long time coming, Patty; someone should have made you a man long before today. I'll give you some time to think it over, since I'm a nice girl. Just give me a shot tonight and I'll show you that I'm number 1."

Patrick's dick was throbbing, enough for the twitch to be noticeable through his speedo. It was beginning to feel like he was truly fucked; he just had to pick whether that was literal or metaphorical. Should he tell Shauna about this later and let her stand up for him? No way... Nothing would be more of a menace to his status as "one of the girls" than becoming a trophy to be fought over by his two best friends. "If you really want me to see you that way, you shouldn't be fucking blackmailing me," he finally answered, lowering his eyebrows irritably.

"Patty! You're the one who was peeking on everybody. You can keep seeing yourself as some pure prince, but we're both just horny, aren't we? There's nothing wrong with that! You already had a nice boner going before you turned your head and spotted me," Jessie sighed, giving a smile that actually appeared sympathetic. "I hope Shauna keeps shitting around all day so I get to be the first one who gets a shot at you. Find me tonight, okay? I better get out of here before some guy brings his kids in." She flicked his zipper one more time, then turned, showing her broad back to him as she sashayed out the men's side with no shame or remorse.

Once she was gone, Patrick finally unclenched his fists. "Fuuuuck," Patrick groaned to himself, stumbling towards one of the showers to lose himself for a while under the water pressure.

As Patrick and Shauna rejoined each other outside the bath-house, Shauna spoke her thoughts out loud: "Gal, you look like a drowned cat. What the fuck?" she questioned, raising one eyebrow. She thought they had a pretty good mood going after the pancake house and her bold sacrifice of threesome sex with Billy, but now, Patrick looked like he wanted to get on the bus and go home.

"Eh... Doesn't matter," he lied, wearing a sullen frown. Shauna had changed into her swimwear-- a pair of neon green trunks with a black and white tropical flowered stripe up one side, along with a tiny white muscle shirt that barely concealed her large breasts and didn't hide her ridiculous abs at all. Looking at her mostly exposed body just reminded him that he was being fought over like the hot potato in a touch tag game.

"If anyone's pissed, it ought to be me! I found a peep-hole in the wall and someone had covered up the other side! I didn't get to see that cute Patty ass!" Shauna sighed, slumping her shoulders.

"So you did try after all! I knew it!" Patrick exclaimed, pointing one finger and seeming suddenly triumphant. It was somehow comforting to know that he'd read Shauna's intentions correctly, even if they had been perverted.

"Yo, of course I did! If there wasn't a hole there, I'd have drilled one myself!" Shauna responded as though in celebration, reaching her hand out for a high five. When she didn't get one, she crossed both arms across her head and smirked; Patrick tried to ignore the way her shirt rode up high enough with the motion to show off her dark-colored nipples. "The beach now?"

Patrick paused for just a moment, crossing his arms and staring at his bare feet. Was it okay to keep going with their pretend date as though nothing had happened? Should he get her to help him with the problem with Jessie? Maybe if she and Jessie talked it out privately, there wouldn't be a need to get anybody else involved. It did sort of seem like his #2 friend was holding an unhealthy rivalry with his #1 friend.

... On the other hand, Shauna might double-**** him if she found out. He might be giving her too much credit, thinking she'd just keep smoothing things over instead of pouncing on him in a real YOLO moment at some point.