You, of course.

Me?

I pointed to myself innocently, as if with my luck I didn't already know perfectly well it was me the mysterious strap-on wearing figure was pointing to. Tori crawled on the wet tile floor between my legs to hide behind me, and Kay, any instinct to protect me apparently whisked away by the girl's bobbing black enormous plastic phallus, stepped aside.

Dutifully, and without really thinking about it, I picked up stroking my cock as the freshman who'd taken it upon herself to fulfill that task had abandoned her duty to cower. I was keenly aware of all the naked bathing girls covertly watching the scene unfold out of the corners of their eyes, even as they turned their faces away.

“Just get it over with,” Kathy advised me, giving me a reassuring pat on the tush, in the process managing to get one slender finger in my crack and touching my asshole. The intimate contact only served to remind me of where that jet black strap on might be headed. I swallowed hard, and stepped forward.

“Is she even in this class?” I heard Tori ask of Kathy as I approached the shapely nude figure, her face still draped in steam. I could feel the edge of every tile on the floor on the soles of my feet.

"Come on, I haven't got all day, John." I recognized the voice.