Cool down. You can't avoid the car wash.

Your cock is still raging in your pants, furious that you gave up the chance at the two luscious teens. Shaking your head, you trot upstairs and turn on the shower, stripping your clothes off and stepping under the stream of cool water, then turning the taps to give it a blast of cold. You shudder at the chilling sensation, but it does the job of calming your frustrated lust.

You dress and make yourself a sandwich in the kitchen, wanting to avoid the dining hall and the horde of hormonal girls it's sure to contain. While you've already sampled some of the goodies the Academy has to offer, you can't help but feel the need to slow things down, and avoiding a room full of teen beauties seems a place to start.

When you walk towards the main campus, however, you see that there's no avoiding the 'practise' car wash going on in the parking lot beside the Mellon building. Although why anyone would need to practise a car wash is beyond you. It seemed like an excuse for the girls to put on bikinis and show off, and your recent experience with Irina and Deandre seems proof of that.

There's a lot of activity, with clusters of uniformed students gathered to watch. As you get closer you see your car and a few others parked several yards apart. Hoses have been strung and buckets of foamy water stand beside each vehicle. Several Latino maintenance men carry more buckets, brushes and rags as a bikini clad Julia directs them.

Looking at her you find yourself impressed by her ample charms. Her large ripe tits are barely restrained by the scantest of white bikini tops, her flesh bulging out of it and threatening to bounce free with each movement.

You step up into the crowd of observers, seeing that most of them are students, although you see a few teachers looking on. Glancing around you don't see any of the other men, and wonder why Mason, the supposed sponsor, isn't in attendance. Your attention is dragged back to Julia, who suddenly gives a squealing giggle and adjusts her bikini, tucking one of her fat tits back into her top. You get a quick flash of a stiff pink nipple and think that's the kind of thing that adds a few dollars to the donations the girls get at the car wash.

You pull your eyes away from Julia's lush flesh, seeing that there are six girls in bikinis and flip flops, preening and giggling as they prepare for their practise car wash. Millie Wolcott wears a scarlet bikini, the bottom no more than a thong, the string disappearing between the ripe cheeks of her ass, leaving little to the imagination. As you watch, she slides a hand down and adjusts it as she glances at you, her sweet bubble butt bouncing as she does.

Dallas Hunt is somewhat more conservatively dressed, her emerald green bikini fitting her lithe body well, but not displaying as much tit and ass flesh as her two friends. Deandre and Irina cast glances at you as they start to soap up your car, the blonde bending over and wriggling her ass at you while the Russian girl 'accidently' squeezes a spongeful of soapy water over her breasts.

"The blonde in the black bikini is Deandre Gearhardt. Not the cleverest girl you'll meet," Honey Thibodeux says as she appears at your elbow. "The auburn tease is Irina Petrova. She's Russian, and nothing but trouble. Although she's far from the worst. She forgets her English every time she wants to avoid a problem."

"And the black girl?" you ask with a nod at a very pretty girl with hair in cornrows and braids, her yellow bikini a startling contrast to her dark skin.

"That's Mikayla Barber a scholarship girl. She's **** to be accepted by these rich white girls and they know it. At least this bunch seems to genuinely like her, not like others." You nod thoughtfully, admiring the girl's sleek black body, and her flashing smile as she banters with the other girls.

The six girls look delicious, and you can see why they raised so much money at their car wash last year. Any one of them would be a masturbatory fantasy, and as a group they're absolutely stunning, their bodies ripe and sleek and conjuring thoughts of hot young sex. Your cock starts to stir again, and you try to will it to calm down.

You glance around at the spectators, noting that Mason has arrived and is standing with Lorri McKay, chatting with her as he watches Millie and Julia bending over his car. Monica Fulton watches the proceedings with a impish grin, while Christina Thorpe looks on with cool detachment.

You see Gabrielle Duplessis, looking on with Gallic indifference as she stands with some other students. She gives you a speculative glance, then preens and poses as she bends to scratch her knee, her eyes flickering at you, reminding you of the pleasures of her young body.

A giggling squeal drags your attention back to Irina and Deandre, who indulge in an impromptu water fight as they wash your car. They've managed to get themselves almost as soapy and wet as your car, their ripe teen bodies glistening in the sun. Your cock starts to stiffen again, and your mind drifts back to the opportunity you rejected, thinking that maybe you should have taken what they had to offer.