Sympathetically

To your surprise, Stacy does not freak out, make a grossed-out face, attempt to leave, or even tease you. Instead, she sympathizes with your situation. "Aww, John, if your jerk of a boyfriend not taking care of you?" The way she said this came across almost the same way a guy might say it when trying to pick you up.

You shake it off and reply. "He is passed out in the room next door. He **** me up there after convincing me to have sex with him, working me up, and then just as I am about to give him what he wants, he passes out."

"You poor thing," Stacy smiled. "No wonder you needed a cold shower. I shouldn't have interrupted you. I could always leave if you want. Maybe let you take care of business?" Her eyes roll down your body again, scanning your lower stomach.

"No, no. That's okay," you say, ready to just get the shower over with. Things had become awkward faster than you had expected them too.

"Well, of course, I could always take care of business for you," Stacy said, her eyes finally coming back up. You noticed that they seemed half-shut and there was a devious smirk on her face now. Before you could say anything, Stacy had pressed her palm to your lower stomach, her fingers mere inches from where your heated fold hid you aching clitoris.

You gasp and pull back. "Stacy, what are you doing? I'm not a lesbian!"

"Neither am I, John. I have a boyfriend that I love very much. But that doesn't mean I can't help a friend out," she moved forward and pushed her hand back to your stomach. This time she made no hesitation about it. Her fingers slid low enough to rub at your clit. In reaction, you gasped again, but since you were at the back of the tub already, you had nowhere to go. You simply found yourself pressed to the shower wall.

"Stacy, this would be cheating."

"Not if it is just us girls," she said, rubbing a little more, making your knees wobble. Your body was always loving the attention. You never really thought of Stacy this way, or any other girl so much. But now your body seemed to demand the touch of the girl. You told yourself it must be out of curiosity more than anything.

"Don't worry," Stacy whispered as she leaned against you, her breasts pressing right against your's. "I've been horny all night too. So I understand."

You want to protest further, but then she does something that just makes you melt completely.