Owen gets in the shower with her

Owen was still hovering outside the curtain when footsteps echoed closer. Two male voices approached from the row of lockers, joking loudly about protein shakes and leg day.

Jenn’s pulse spiked. Owen glanced over his shoulder, then back at the flimsy plastic barrier between them.

“They’re coming this way,” he whispered.

Jenn hugged herself tighter, water hitting her shoulders in a steady stream. “Just go, pretend you didn’t see me.”

“I can’t just leave you here,” he muttered, eyes darting. “If they see your feet or hear you, it’s over.”

Another set of footsteps entered, flip-flops smacking tile. Someone whistled. Locker doors clanged. Owen swore under his breath. “They’re heading for the showers.”

Jenn’s chest tightened. “Oh god. Oh god, no.”

He hesitated only a split-second, jaw clenched.

“Back up,” he whispered sharply.

“What?”

“Just move.”

Before she could protest, he yanked the curtain open just enough and stepped inside, pulling it shut behind him in one panicked motion.

The stall wasn’t made for two, let alone two naked, dripping bodies. Owen immediately realized the problem, there was nowhere to stand without touching her.

Jenn gasped, flattening herself against the icy tile. But there wasn’t enough room to keep distance. Owen was **** forward, his chest brushing hers, his thighs bumping hers as he tried to brace himself without falling. His bare cock rubbing against her skin.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered through gritted teeth, desperately trying not to look anywhere. “Just…don’t move.”

“I literally can’t move,” she hissed back, pressing herself harder into the wall, her whole naked and wet body tense and trembling.

From outside the stall, someone called out, “Yo, that one taken?”

Owen didn’t skip a beat. “Yeah,” he said, voice tight but loud enough to carry. “In use.”

A faint laugh and a muttered “Alright” followed.

Inside, the water ran down both their bodies, making every accidental point of contact feel ten times more noticeable. Jenn squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks burning, her breasts pressing into his chest with every breath she took. His arm brushed her hip as he tried to keep himself angled away, but the space was too narrow. Their legs touched. Their stomachs pressed together whenever either of them inhaled.

Jenn clutched her arms over her chest as much as she could in that impossibly tight space. “This is unreal,” she whispered, mortified.

Owen shifted, which only made things worse, their hips bumping slightly. “I know. Just stay quiet. If anyone hears you, we’re screwed.”

More showers flicked on nearby. Voices bounced off the tile. Someone sneezed. Someone else laughed.

Jenn tried to calm her breathing. Owen stared at the curtain, jaw tight, pretending he wasn’t practically molded to her front.

“What’s your name?” he whispered without looking down.

She stiffened. “Jenn.”

“I’m Owen,” he muttered. “It’s nice to meet you. All of you I guess.”

Jenn didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Every inch of her was on fire.

Outside, another man stepped into a nearby stall. A locker slammed. A phone rang somewhere in the distance.

Inside the cramped shower, Jenn and Owen stood pressed skin-to-skin in silence, both praying the curtain wouldn’t move and that no one else would come looking.