James Has an Idea

Ashley pressed herself against the cold tiles of the shower cubicle, waiting to see how James would respond. She felt a sense of disappointment as he reflexively held the towel over his crotch, turning his head toward the approaching voice.

‘Ha! I just sneezed, that’s all!’ he called out.

‘Oh, okay,’ came the unseen voice.

James turned back to Ashley, and she gasped, her heart racing at his next move. Stepping into the cubicle he pulled the white door closed and hung his towel over the top. The door was about three quarter height, so wouldn’t hide the fact that Ashley was in there, but it was some relief to her to have at least a meagre barrier between her and anybody else using the shower room.

Naked now, James placed his soap on the little shelf protruding from the side wall and reached out to turn on the shower. Still with her body turned to the side, her hand covering her crotch, Ashley tried her best to avoid looking down at James’ cock, despite knowing that it was hard and pointing up toward her. She was breathing heavily, his arm close to her naked breasts as he turned the water tap. She gasped again as the tiny jets of water fired out of the shower head above them, gently prickling her skin as both of them were quickly drenched with hot water.

‘Shhh,’ he urged her as she turned toward him now. They stood very close under the shower spray, and she moved her arm to cover her breasts. Looking up at his face, his short brown hair flattened to his scalp, water running over his face through his light stubble and falling from his jaw and chin, she peered into his blue eyes, hoping for a way out of this situation, a glint of certainty that he was going to be able to fix this.

His eyes smiled at her. ‘Ashley, I have so many questions,’ he whispered, shaking his head slightly.

Ashley couldn’t speak, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath caught in her throat. She was acutely aware of their nakedness, their closeness, and knew that his penis was hard, probably within millimetres of her bare skin. She hoped he couldn’t see how flushed her face was, how hard her nipples were. This was her best friend; she had never considered any situation where they might be naked together, never thought of him that way. But now, she couldn’t deny the feeling growing inside her, the excited tingling in her breasts, her tummy, her pussy…

‘So, first... why are you handcuffed in the boy's shower?’

She pushed aside her urges to move closer to him, to lower her hand and hold his cock, to reach down and stroke her smooth mound, to slide her fingers inside...

‘Veronica,’ she croaked, averting her eyes. Lowering her head she caught sight of his penis, the swollen head almost touching her stomach. Oh god, she thought.

There was a noise outside the cubicle; other boys coming to use the showers.

‘Get down,’ James ordered her. Placing his hand on her shoulder he gently pushed her into a crouch. This way his body would cover her from anybody glancing in over the top of the door, however in this position she could hardly avoid staring at his hard cock. She tried to focus on the curves of the muscles of his abdomen, watching the water trickling down through the wispy pubic hair, flowing down past his navel into the untidy bush between his legs and pouring around the base of his penis. With her body shielding his member from the spray she could see water droplets on his thick shaft, watching, fascinated as it seemed to twitch, or pulse, bouncing slightly, pointing toward her, so very hard.

His hands were on her cuffed wrist, trying to release the clips, testing the ring around the chrome pipe leading to the shower head. Ashley heard the clink of the cuff on the pipe, but she was still trapped, her legs slightly bent, body leaning forward to hide behind his torso, her arm held upright where she was cuffed to the pipe.

He crouched down for a second, whispering into her ear. His breath against her neck, the vibration of his voice in her ear sent another excited tingle running through her, directly into her nipples and her pussy. ‘Okay, I’ve got an idea.’