She runs off before you can ask

Michelle shook her head, and than looked at you, blushing right though her fur. Than the same realization came to her about the tatters of her shirt and she hurriedly tried to cover her self, but mostly just flailed her arms about as she tried in vain to use two hands to cover six nipples. Than she rediscovered her bloomers, how they were soaked through, how it was soaking everything under it, and how that was your hips.

In less than a minute she had gone from kissing you to locking up, flailing wildly, and than staring at the rapidly expanding wet spot on your body suit. Than she jumped up, somehow going from on her knees around your hips to a full stand using only her legs.

“Ummm....” She said, blushing madly as you got a pretty good look at her body. Than she sprinted for the lockers, leaving you on the grass. You thought for a moment about laying there a bit longer, trying to figure out what her rapid change of mood was. But you were soaked though with whatever it was she released and now had to try the tiny bath corner you had.

Sighing you lifted yourself up, feeling the wet cloth already start to rub against your thighs. You walked at a modest pace to your locker room, trying to take as wide a stance you could to avoid chafing. Once you got inside and the door locked the magic knowledge seemed to kick in again.

Before you knew it you were completely naked and sitting on the wooden stool and filling the bucket with lukewarm water. Than before you could stop yourself, you dumped the entire bucket over your head. It was at this point you realized that this is what was up with Michelle’s sudden change of mood. Her body was on autopilot just like yours is now, so naturally she zoned out when ‘the cat’ took over.

You really wish you could catch up to her and talk about it, but you’re currently involuntarily massaging shampoo into your long hair. It takes forever and than your hands start lathering up a washcloth, before taking their sweet time washing your face. You managed to zone out until they hit your nipples, they were exceptionally sensitive and your hands took an excruciating amount of care to making sure they were clean. Jolts of not quite pain but definitely not pleasure flowed constantly as your washcloth rubbed over them repeatedly. Once your hands moved away from your nipples you thought it was almost over, than they reached your pussy.

The moment the washcloth hit your clit the jolt made your back tense up. Your nipples which had stubbornly refused to get hard now jutted out while your breath caught in your throat. A deep warmth flowed out from your core and you knew you wanted more. Your right hand obliged, fingering your clit very gently but rapidly as your left brought itself back to your nipples, now definitely pleasurable. As you finally felt your nipples feel good you heard a moan and it took a second before realizing that it was you. You didn’t care, you needed release and your body kept pulsing and tensing more and more. With one final push you came, releasing all over the wooden stool before slumping over slowly to the tile.

Panting, you looked up and saw a rung out and hung up washcloth. Looking down on yourself you saw no soap or washcloth.