Poser

Amy laid against the tile wall as deacon turned and left, leaving her with a view of his ass. Staring down at her naked body as the warm water continued to spill over her, she gently stroked her still hard cock. Her face flushed as it gently caressed the sensitive clit she could no longer reach.

"Pete! Hustle up." Jack called out in the locker room.

Amy snatched her hand away from her cock. The realization at what she was doing embarrassed her. Quickly she hosed herself off and wrapped a towel around her chest. As she reached into her locker and removed her clothes she heard snickering. "What?"

"Nothing petunia." Deacon teased. Even Jack smirked! Amy looked around and saw any guy in the room wearing a towel was wearing it around her waist and she realized guys did not wear towels over their chests because they had nothing to hide. Sadly, she admitted to herself, neither did she.

She turned around opening her towel and bent to step into her boxers when suddenly she felt a slap on her ass. She turned around and saw Jack smirking. Her face flushed again. Was he flirting with her or was it just normal roughhousing with the boys?

Silently she quickly dressed, having to tuck her still hard cock into her pants. "So you gonna see that girl again?" Jack suddenly asked. Amy turned around seeing Jack pulling on his shirt. His ripped body was different from Deacon, Deacon was a massive guy where as Jack was svelte. His eight-pack abs caused Amy's face to flush again as she felt herself grow wet in her locked away pussy. "Well?"

"Huh, oh yeah. Well..we. I. We decided we didn't want a relationship, but who knows."

"Maybe if you worked out more she'd come back for a round two!" Deacon teased, throwing his arm around Amy while flexing his massive bicep.

"I wouldn't want to be as big as you." She laughed nervously, hoping that it would end any future gym sessions.

Deacon spun her around to the mirror. "Look at you, you could never be as perfect as me!" He flexed again.

"Please." Jack laughed. "As if you could compete with this!" He raised his shirt and slapped his own abs. The pair began flexing against one another in the mirror with Amy between them. Their playful grunting was infectious as Amy began posing with them comparing her "guns" with the other two.

Deacon begins laughing and wraps his arm around Amy again. "Stick with us and we'll get rid of these." With no sense of boundaries Deacon grabbed at the underside of what would laughably be called her breast. "No girl wants a guy with bitch tits."

Suddenly Amy was done and turned back to her locker, quickly putting her shirt back on. While she was dressing she could barely hear whispering between the two that she ignored as she stormed out of the room. As stupid as it was she had enjoyed having friends to be stupid with. By the time she left Jack had caught up to her. "Hey peter, wait."

"Why? So you can make fun of me some more?"

Jack grabbed her wrist easily holding her in place. "No. Look, Deac is an idiot, but he doesn't mean any harm."

"Good for him." She refused to look at Jack for fear she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

"How's about we go get a drink?" He asked, taking Amy's bag before she could answer.

In a few minutes they sat at a coffee shop in a corner behind a stack of books sipping at a latte. "Kind of odd to go from the gym to get a sugary treat loaded with calories." Amy teased.

"What's the point in living if you can't enjoy life once in a while?" He sipped at his iced coffee. Amy nodded in agreement.

"When you said 'a drink' I was thinking something else."

Jack laughed, "No, no. Deacon would though." His face turned more serious and Amy knew what was coming. "It wouldn't be hard to get rid of those if you don't like being teased about them."

Amy gripped the cup tightly, for years she had been teased about her breasts being too small and now all of a sudden they were too big. She would appreciate the irony if she wasn't so distraught. "Everyone's always making fun of my chest." She grumbled.

Jack looked at her apologetically. "I can help you if you want. Just think how much better you'll feel once they're gone." Jack wasn't exactly helping her mood. If anything she had always wanted to make them bigger.

"I'll think about it." She lied.

"Okay. So tell me about yourself Peter."

Amy spent the next forty minutes making up a life for Peter before Jack realized he had class. Amy was **** to attend class still as Peter, not that anyone seemed to notice her. Her first professor made a point of pulling her aside and saying how "Handsome" she looked, "I never would think you were anything but a boy." He told her.

"T-thank you."

"If ever you want to talk, my door is always open." He placed a hand on her arm rubbing it softly.

"Thanks. I'll remember that." She pulled away from her professor and beat a hasty retreat. As she was leaving her phone buzzed. Brianna had sent her a message ordering her to come to the room at once.