Well you are their guest, after all...

"I think we should wash John's hair first," Tori offered, with what seemed like a measure of new found confidence, staring again at the business transpiring between my hand and dick, unembarrassed this time, "I mean this is his first time in the girls shower, he's our guest."

"How considerate of you, Tor," Kay said cheerfully to the underclassmen, shooting a knowing look my way before turning around and squeezing a healthy dallop of shampoo in her palm from the bottle. "Alright, I'll get our special guest's scalp, you wash his pubic area." She squeezed an equally generous amount of shampoo into the blonde girl's upturned hands.

"Wait, what?" I barely managed to say before Tori dropped to her knees, facing my errect cock head-on for the second time in less than an hour. "I don't need her to, that is... I don't usually... erm..."

Before you question my intelligence, dear reader, my seeming incapabiliy to pick up on the obvious, I'd just like to point out a lot of one's social awareness goes right out the window when surrounded by dozens and dozens of naked, bathing girls. I just stared blankly at my best friend, unsure if she believed guys regularly shampooed their pubes, or if maybe she shampooed hers and just naturally assumed I did too, or hell, I don't know, maybe most guys DID but I wasn't, or...

"Oh shush, John," she said, pressing a finger against my lips and silencing the voices in my head. "She's helping" Kay fluttered her eyelashes at me to emphasize the last word.

She stepped around the kneeling underclassmen until she was directly between the two of us, then stepped forward towards me, spreading her legs open so that she was standing over and sort of straddling my young helper, so that her face was no more than two feet from mine, our eyes locked the entire while, she smiling wordlessly. She spread the shampoo around in her hands, and then reached out and ran the resulting lather through my hair.

Between us, below, I felt my hand moved away and replaced with two small hands, slick with shampoo that she began to work into my curly tangles. I gasped at the sensation.

"Remember, John needs to have his genitals manipulated at all times," Kay said to Tori, without turning her eyes away from mine. "Like I showed you."

And so I found myself having my scalp massaged by one classmate while a second, crouched between her legs, massaged my pubic area with one hand while stroking the shaft of my penis with another. Her technique was much improved from earlier, a fast learner I suppose.

I didn't know where to look, let alone what to do with my hands. I kept looking away from Kay, past her, embarassed by the intimacy of her gaze, scanning the room, but finding nothing but steam and flesh. I saw the two girls I'd earlier seen manually comparing comparing their breast sizes, now lathering said breasts, and from the looks of things comparing their tongues' length, texture, and dexterity, darting between their interlocked lips. I saw a few girls looking back our way, one black girl casually fingering her exposed clit as she watched us, and many others not paying us any mind, focusing on washing themselves or their neighbors. But no matter where my eyes wandered, soon they were drawn back to Kathy's, intense and inscrutable, above her mysterious half smile.

Somewhere within me, amidst the crazed arousal and continuing panic, a voice told me to savor the moment. I closed my eyes and felt the water spraying down upon me from overhead, the hands that washed me, and last but not least, the not-yet unpleasant fullness of my bladder. But even that single moment of serenity was abruptly brought to an end by circumstance, this one consisting of a commotion from the other end of the showers.