Go to Taylor’s dorm and dry off

You’re left alone again, this time feeling ashamed and angry whilst soaking wet from head to toe. You feel so unfairly treated, being walked in on in the shower. You remember Sam used to live alone, but surely she knew to at least knock before barging into the bathroom when someone is using it. Not only that, but she pulled you out for jerking off when you thought you were alone?! She has the nerve to do something like that over a simple mistake?

But as you stew in your own feelings of anger and regret, you feel goosebumps traveling up and down your naked body. You feel a shiver crawl down your neck over the simplest breeze. You needed a towel to dry off with now, lest you stay soaked like this and catch a cold, though the thought of skipping classes due to sickness doesn’t sound all that bad.

You figure asking for a towel from Sam now would be fruitless, and borderline suicidal, so that option is immediately crossed off. You look to your left at your bed sheets and blankets, but then you’d have wet blankets and sheets, which you imagine would feel uncomfortable to sleep in.

The last thought that pops up in your mind is asking a good friend, Taylor for some towels. Surely she’ll help you dry off, and maybe help you with, other things, as well. Maybe she’s still naked too. Just the thought of seeing her beautiful body again has your cock twitch with excitement underneath your palms.

You exit your dorm room and immediately head out for Taylor’s, leaving a trail of wet footprints and water droplets as you walk. You feel your body freezing as you walk through the dormitory, as the A/C seems to be running extra cool today. You feel like you’re an ice pop, a flesh colored ice pop, and based on the girl’s reaction to your soaking wet body, you have a feeling they’re gonna want a lick of you soon enough.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at Taylor’s dorm room door. Eagerly, you knock three times before waiting for a response. But after a couple of seconds, you hear nothing except the lewd comments of your peers around you.

Confused, you knock again, this time feeling the need to cover your shinny butt with one of your hands. Once again, you hear no response from the other side, not even Lilith is answering the door.

“Shoot! No way she’s ignoring me, right?” You ask yourself.