Yes, thank god.

She chuckles, but walks up to you, getting uncomfortably close. "Fine, you can go for now. But..." She reaches down, grabbing your naked cock, and stroking it slightly, causing it to grow just a little. "If you ever need help with your...curriculum, come see me sometime. You know where I'm staying." She walks away, and you can't help but watch her swinging hips and big, sexy ass as she walks away. She disappears into the women's locker room, before you realize that she never gave you back your trunks. To make things worse, you hear voices coming from the women's locker room.

You cover your shame, and sprint to the men's locker room, diving inside just as you hear the women's locker room door swing open. You stand in the shower area for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to process everything that just happened. You're brought back to reality by the sound of someone' flip flops slapping against the tile floor on their way to the shower. You quickly grab a towel, and wrap it around yourself.

Around the corner comes Jim Spimoni, a Sophomore who was in your Philosophy class last year. He's a chiseled young man, roughly 6'2" with wide shoulders, and a ripped physique. His long, wavy hair hangs down over a clean shaven face. He smiles when he sees you, holding his fist out for a fist bump, which you return.

"What up Mr. J! Out for an early morning swim. I dig it, me too. Though personally, I wait for the girls to get in there. Better scenery, you feel me, bro? 'Course you gotta be careful with that shit I guess. All that Don't Stand so Close To Me, My Sharona, Mr. Tinkertrain shit. Lookey, no touchy, am I right Mr. J?" He lets out a booming laugh, before pulling his towel off, revealing a long, thick appendage that makes your forearm jealous. You try not to make it obvious that you notice, but you quickly stammer out a reply, and head back to your locker, as he turns on the water.

The rest of your day goes off without a hitch, but everything feels off after your crazy morning. You get back to your apartment, and sit, going over it in your head. After a while, the mental image begins to make you grow aroused, and you think about Ms. Victoria's offer. You've only had sex a handful of times since the incident with your first girlfriend, and none of them yielded any return business.