Indeed You Are

"I should be, yeah," you reply with a shy smile of your own, "Do you... wanna hang out or something?"

Viki nods meekly. "If... uh... you haven't seen the library yet."

She must have expected you to say something more anti-nerd as seems quite surprised at how cheerfully you reply, "Sure! I haven't been there yet and witches and wizards all have their spell books, right? Probably couldn't hurt to start building up my own!"

The loud, shrill sound of a whistle from the Professor catches everyone's attention. "Okay, ladies! It's crunches time!"

With that, you get back to your (sweaty as promised) work. Fortunately, as the class goes on you notice Professor Mourn (for all his bluster) only ever really gets on someone's case if he thinks they're legitimately slacking off or doing an exercise wrong enough that it could hurt them. The ones who are clearly struggling but legit trying he lets move at their own pace.

When that is done, you head back into the lockers to take a quick shower. Despite everything you saw coming in, pure **** of habit has you wrap a towel around your torso as you walk towards the showers. You run into Parisa, and try not to openly gawk as she is walking around quite comfortably with her towel over her shoulder.

Her body is incredible! Her pale breasts topped with light pink nipples are large and shapely but not so huge a lover risked losing a hand in them, her hips flare nicely and fully in a way you can only describe as "good for birthing", there is a small mole or two on her skin around her otherwise smooth belly, and the carpet certainly matches the drapes as you see a well-trimmed, almost arrow shaped bush of hair pointing down towards the lips of her womanhood.

"Still feeling a little uncomfortable?" she asks with a friendly, teasing grin.

"A little," you admit as you blush, "b-but I'll get over it!"

Parisa hums thoughtfully before saying, "Well, if you feel you need a little more adjustment time, there's the showers behind the blue door."

At your confused look, Parisa tilts her head in a "follow me" gesture and leads you towards one of the locker room's corners where there is indeed a blue door. Had that been there before and you just had not noticed it? Or was it one of those magic things you had to be looking for to see it at all? It was probably the former but you never know with magic!

When Parisa opens the door you see several shower stalls with large, blue curtains around them. A room for those shy about their bodies to shower privately should not be that unusual and yet something about it feels off. Maybe it is because you can see steam curling up from some of the closed showers but the only sound of running water you hear is from the public showering area behind you. Or maybe it is because when Parisa steps inside the tiling on the floor rises up to form a pair of walls on both sides of the door that lead to one of the currently unoccupied stalls.

Parisa suddenly grabs hold of your hand and pulls you along towards the shower, your face growing hot once again as she explains, "We need to stay in contact or this place would think we're going alone and lead us to different places."

Once in the stall, which seems amazingly spacious for a single person, Parisa lets go of your hand (though a fair bit of that warm feeling remains) and points out how each stall comes equipped with its own magically restocking shampoo, conditioner, and soap as needed. "Just be sure to remember to close the curtain all the way first or the individual privacy spell won't activate," she further explains as she places her towel on a hanger just outside the stall, "Or the water won't turn on."

Before you can say anything, she demonstrates this by quickly yanking the curtain closed. The shower turns on automatically and you yelp at the initial cold splash of water before it quickly adjusts itself to a comfortable temperature. Of course, this also means your own towel is rapidly soaked and the added weight causes the fold holding it up to come undone and plop down to the ground around your ankles. Too shocked to cover yourself up, you look down dumbly at that wet towel as Parisa gives your own body an appraising look.

You do not think you look BAD by any stretch of the imagination. You may be nowhere near the titty-monsters that Harmony, Viki, and your current shower companion are but your B cup rack means you are not really flat either (though you are pretty sure your nipples are a bit bigger than normal). Your hips are slim and your buttocks are just plump enough that a theoretical slap would at least get a small jiggle out of them. You shave your bush (carefully) so your have just some barely visible stubble that does nothing to conceal the fact your pussy may be wet from more than just the shower water streaming down your body. You have always been less sure about what you have wanted to do with the hair on your head beyond not wanting it too long but it is long enough that it has a way of hiding your eyes from the view of others. It was the main reason your oldest brother would sometimes joke that you looked like a female version of the main character in those games you sometimes caught him playing when mom and dad were not home.

Parisa does seem to approve of what she sees, if her continued smile is any indication as her eyes return to meet yours. "So tell me," she says, "are you one hundred percent a lesbian, play the entire field, or just like to tease?"

There are a number of ways you want to answer that question but they all try to come out at once and sound like, "BWAHAGUHHA?!"

Your naked roommate titters. "I know that's sudden. But I want to make sure because... well... given how I saw you were acting with that goth girl and how she and Harmony were looking at you when your back was turned, I just want to make sure there might not be any misunderstandings."

As you give her a confused look, she steps towards you, placing her hands upon your shoulders. She does not fully press up against you but there is barely an inch between you now and you can feel the heat from her skin as she looks deeply in her eyes. "You see," she continues, her voice lowering to a whisper, "our society's pretty casual about more than just nudity around here. And I had heard the non-Magic world is a lot more reserved past a point. So it's better to be clear what you could be suggesting to someone without realizing it... since they might want to act on those suggestions."

She leans her head in closer, her lips less than half-an-inch away from yours as her hot breath brushes over them. Still not fully able to process your thoughts, you ask, "A-Are you...?"

Parisa shakes her head. "I mostly prefer guys. Just started dating a new boyfriend recently. But we talked about it pretty early on and he and I don't mind if we get 'comfortable' now and then with new friends."

You swallow nervously. "I... see. I've... I've never... that is..."

She smiles at you, understandingly. "Virgin?"

Your only possible response is a mortified nod.

"Then I leave it to you," she says, not moving from her agonizingly close position to your body, "I don't plan for this to be a regular thing. You're cute and I meant it when I said I want to help you settle in, even with this, but that's it. So if you want your first time to be something less casual or being with another girl at all means more to you than just some... release, I understand."

She closes her eyes, lips parting as she continues to stand there. You still cannot fully process how quickly this has all escalated and yet Parisa's words do manage to pierce your mental fog. How important is your first time to you? You had been dreaming about it in multiple ways for so long, thought of so many scenarios it could come through, and now here it was in a form you had never imagined.

Are you really okay with using what sounds like a quick one-and-done in a locker room shower to punch your v-card? Or, as tempting as it is, save anything like that for someone you have a more solid connection with? Maybe she might be willing to fool around a little? Just get you used to the sensations without going all the way?

All these options and more clash like gladiators in the arena of your mind before a winner emerges.