Shower Stall

“Bro you taking those stuck up cheer girls seriously?”

“Honestly no, but hey what if on the off chance they keep their word”

“That we’ll get some special reward for showering before class? Yeah right. And even they did, it’d probably be something snarky like a stick of deodorant to rub in the implication that we stink”

“Yeah… but what if?”

Two guys who had entered the locker room discussed, having been approached by some of the cheer leaders on their way to the locker room. Knowing the boy's hygiene habits they tried their best to make sure their prank on Renee went off without a hitch. And to seal the deal they had Blare, the known nympho, be quite suggestive about the “special reward.”

Which despite the second boy’s skepticism was quite too tempting an offer for any of them to refuse. So in an unusual turn of events basically every boy had decided to take a shower before class, even when quite a few basically didn't do it before or after.

“Hmm someone’s eager” someone commented as they walked into the shower area already seeing a stall occupied and running.

“Oh your towel fell bud” another said as he picked up a bundle of white cloth from the floor in front of the running stall and placed it back on the hook.

“Th-thanks” the guy inside answered with a seemingly **** stutter. Getting a confused eyebrow raise from the guy, before he shrugged it off with a “you’re welcome” as he walked away.

If only he knew that the boy in the stall was currently in both one of the most nerve racking and envious positions a young man could be in. With the sexiest girl in school, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck in a straddle hug so he could hold her up and not have her feet spotted from under the stall shower curtain. All the while both were naked as the day they were born.

Her large bare chest pleasantly squished against his, plush athletic thighs squeezing his hips, one hand on her slender smooth back, and the other helping to hold her up by firmly grabbing a full doughy butt cheek. And the two most awkward facts, her crotch pressed and rubbing against his abs while his now painfully erect dick was inches away from being enveloped between the crack of the previously mentioned doughy butt cheeks.

Though with how this position relied on a not so athletic boy while their bodies got more and more slick and wet in the shower, it wouldn't be long before those inches shrunk.

Zeke tried his best to focus his mind off the strain and arousal on something else. Soon feeling a slight tremble from the sexy girl in his arms. A hint of worry bloomed in his mind, successfully distracting from the fact that very girl was naked and wet while firmly pressed against his naked and wet body, allowing him to ask “are you ok?”

Suddenly the squeeze from her arms and legs went from tight to painful before she answered in an angry whisper “of course I am not ok, dummy! I'm as naked as the day I was born, with nothing but a stupid fucking curtain keeping me from being seen by over a dozen also naked boys! Forcing me to cling to my also naked best friend like a scared koala. All because I was a gullible idiot! How could I possibly be ok!?”

A swell of guilt hit Zeke like a wave. “I’m sorry” he said honestly.

The grip loosened a bit “God damn it, Zeke don’t make me feel guilty now. It’s not your fault. Like I said I’m the fool here.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Zeke asked, now confused.

“Think dummy, on the same day I’m “accidentally” smothered in my own lunch, the girls' showers happen to not work? However conveniently the boys showers are available to the girls says a stupidly hard to miss sign on the door. Only somehow all the boys missed it like you? No, at least Blare set me up, if not the entire fucking cheer team. Hell they probably hoped I’d be caught off guard by all you boys walking in. You showing up early probably saved me somewhat. So thanks I guess” Renee explained, her grip softening more into a gentle hug.

“I- I’m sorry” Zeke said suddenly.

“Dummy I told you not to apologize this isn-”

“Not for that for for- fuck” Zeke interupted before his grip slipped, causing Renee to slide down his body a bit.

Her eyes widening as she felt a certain thing slip right between her spread buttocks. “Z-zeke what the f-” Renee questioned involuntarily wiggling in his grasp.

“Do-don’t move. Or or I’ll… mmm” he moaned an obvious indication of what he was implying.

“Ok ok ju-just calm down” Renee said in a sultry voice after understanding, trying to soothe the situation. Despite herself being in a not so comfortable situation with Zeke’s male appendage messaging her anus, plus her crotch rubbing against his lower torso.

“Vo-voice too sexy” Zeke said simply, implying that her trying to calm him by whispering in his ear had the opposite effect.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do then?” Renee whined in her head “and why does his… thing feel so much bigger then when I saw it earlier!?”

So the two just stayed there as still as possible, waiting for Zeke to settle down. Only Renee could feel his grip failing more and more, making her put more and more weight on his cock. Causing her to squirm instinctively, which just made the whole situation a volcano ready to erupt.