SSSD - Do it here

That was so much. Ro reaches between her legs and gently rubs with her palm, then starts to swirl the hood of her clit with her fingertip. She is already fully turned on and sensitive, so the feelings hit hard and with urgency. Her hips move and her thighs squeeze together as she goes at it, picturing Marit doing the same. This is so not her style, but she can be quick, and weed has done a number on her inhibitions.

As a closeted undergrad living in the dorms, surreptitious solo action is nothing new to Ro. Her hand works swiftly and surely. Her mouth opens and a sigh escapes.

She notices Julie standing beside her. Ro startles and looks over, freezing. She’s half-hunched, one hand unmistakably between her legs while the other rests on her belly. She’s intensely conscious of how this scene must look to the Norwegian woman, who probably wasn’t even being stealthy. The shower covers approaching footsteps, naturally.

Even wreathed in steam, Ro knows that she’s a pale, bony little creature. The embarrassing position that she’s in is only half of her humiliation.

Meanwhile, Julie looks like an angel who just stepped out of a Renaissance painting. Her skin is smooth, her hair is golden, her face is delicate and calm. Her breasts are big enough to make Ro’s heart flutter, but still small enough to project dignity in their own way, much like her neat, minimalist blonde bush. Dignity. It’s all dignity. The opposite of Ro.

And the look on her face is something just shy of curiosity. There doesn’t appear to be any judgment, but Ro doesn’t care.

She can’t move. She has to apologize, but she can’t speak. It feels like the moment is an eternity, but Julie probably just paused and glanced over at her for a second. She turns on her own showerhead and steps under it.

The statue that is Ro watches. Julie glances at her again, then without hesitation or any sign of nerves, reaches between her own legs.

Ro doesn’t have an explicit view from the side, but the motions and wrist movements are unmistakable. Julie tilts her angelic face back and water streams down her body. One hand holds a washcloth covered in gel. She’s washing her body and masturbating at the same time, an impressive accomplishment, and somehow it doesn’t look like she’s showing off.

Ro isn’t at her best, but she has to read the situation as Julie being a very laid-back person and taking Ro’s activities as license to take care of herself.

Stiffly, Ro moves her hand from between her legs and rinses off. She can’t finish. She gets her loofah and squeezes gel onto it. She can’t help herself. She looks shyly over her shoulder toward Julie, who’s still doing it, but she’s turned slightly, presenting her back to Ro. Soap and bubbles run between her shoulder blades down toward her tidy hips. The shape of her hand is visible, moving busily.

Ro was wrong. She can finish. She swallows, then looks at her loofah, then touches it to her chest. Sure enough, that’s all tingles. Every part of her is an erogenous zone at this point. She presses the loofah to her breast and rubs it over her nipple, reaching between her legs again.

As she does, Niv and Linda appear in the doorway.

Both women stop.

Julie stands with her back to them, obliviously touching herself. Ro is frozen with her middle finger very blatantly in contact with the hood of her clit with a loofah squished against her admittedly flat chest, but in a suggestive way.

Niv is slightly thicker and stronger than Julie while Linda is skinner. Both appear to have a much more normal reaction to walking in on two women masturbating: actual surprise. But it doesn’t laugh. They smile and exchange a long look, then go to two other showerheads and turn them on. Not a word has been spoken. Their backs are to the blushing, mortified Ro.

Ro’s about to go back to washing, for real this time, so she can make a quick getaway and then curl into a ball in her bed and hopefully disappear.

But Niv bends and pulls over a plastic stool, then places one foot on it. Ro frowns and looks despite herself. Her eyes widen as it becomes clear that Niv is starting to touch herself. Ro’s eyes are almost watering. A few feet away, Linda’s under the hot water, running her hands over her body in an unmistakable way. She’s not putting on a show, but she’s warming up, no doubt to take care of business.

Ro looks away, inadvertently turning back to Julie, who is now facing her directly. Ro goes red from head to toe, but Julie’s eyes are closed. Both of her hands are between her legs, pushing her breasts together as her legs shake gently. Ro watches the tension leave Julie’s body. The blonde opens her eyes, gives her head a little shake, and goes back to washing without sparing a glance at Ro or her two colleagues.

Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. Ro faces the wall, sets her jaw, and goes to work on her clit. The feelings come back quickly enough, but she can’t get out of her own head. She just wants to get off, but can’t seem to quite get over the edge. How much time does she have? She’s safe right now while Niv and Linda are busy. She doesn’t care that they’re here as long as they aren’t watching her. She doesn’t want to be watched. Ironically.

Frustrated, Ro throws a look over her shoulder as she rubs her clit.

Niv is rhythmically fucking herself with two fingers, and her more built and defined back and buttocks are showing how much she’s enjoying it. Meanwhile, Linda’s massaging one boob as she rapidly strokes up and down her slit.

Ro can’t do it. She just can’t. She’s too self-conscious and thinking too much. There isn’t enough weed in the world for this. It doesn’t matter that the Norwegians are just being so cool about it.

Should she keep trying?

Or do this in private?