To the sauna with Sarah

You decide to go to the sauna. It’s been some time since you’ve gone, and you’ve always heard about the health benefits. There’s just enough of a gap between the wooden slats of the room that you can see the outline of a feminine figure enjoying herself inside. As you step inside the room, the heat washes over you like a rolling blackout, and it takes you a second to ID the gorgeous girl in the bathrobe.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Sarah,” you say, posting up next to her.

She glances at you, and then picks up the sauna bucket, pouring a stream of water over the rocks. A wave of steam rises up and she breathes deeply. You use the hazy cover to ogle the only girl in your psych class. The busty brunette is bathing in the heat, her thin towel growing damp around the edges. Her rack and ass are real standouts. As she walks back to her seat, her towel shifts ever so slightly, revealing just a bit more of her creamy tits. The steam hisses loud, but you think you hear the faintest moan—that can’t have come from Sarah, can it?

“It’s a good way to let off some steam,” Sarah says, the hint of a smile crossing her lips.

“Those Nordics sure know a thing or two,” you reply, trying not to act distracted by the sight before your eyes.

“It’s true, my grandma was Finnish,” Sarah says. “She swore by the sauna.”

“A wise woman,” you say knowingly, leaning back against the wood.

Big mistake. You try not to yelp as you feel the heat press against your skin, leaping up to your feet, and you stare at the chair as if it just tried to kill you. Play it cool, Knight, play it cool, you think.

“Rookie mistake,” Sarah laughs, and you hear a second laugh sound for a split second, before it’s suddenly stifled.

What? The two of you stare at each other, wondering if it was just your imagination. Must have been. But Sarah frowns, looking slowly around the sauna. It’s steamy throughout the room. It shouldn’t be possible for anyone else to be in here. There’s nobody but the two of you. And yet… first the moan, now this.

“Let me check outside,” you say.

You get out of the sauna, towel still wrapped around your waist, and take a peek around the area. Nobody’s here. There’s just the pipes by the back, but nobody in their right mind would be there. Then you draw closer, circling around the wooden panels of the sauna’s walls, catching sight of some motion. There, you spy squeezed between two pipes, hastily tucking his cock back into his pants, is Michael.

The guy from your psych class has a panicked look on his face as he catches your eye. He raises a finger to mouth, eyes pleading you to stay silent. You frown at him, raising your hands in confusion. He points urgently in the direction of the men’s locker room. You glance at the sauna, opening your mouth, and he shakes his head frantically, gesturing even harder at the locker room. You narrow your eyes, but acquiesce, nodding briefly, before silently heading for the locker room.

The moment you’re both in there, you turn around and give him the stink eye. Michael wilts under your gaze, the usually cocky, preppy dude turning into watercress before your eyes.

“What the hell dude? Were you spying on her and jacking off?” you exclaim, hardly believing yourself.

“Fuck man, she’s so hot! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same,” he mutters, folding his arms across his chest.

“She’s hot, but I’m not a perv,” you say. “What’s to stop me from going back to the sauna right now and telling Sarah?”

“No, you can’t do that,” he says, his eyes growing wide. “That’ll be the end of me. Promise me you won’t do that.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” you ask.

“Because I… it would end… no, come on, what do you want from me? Anything you want man… a-a-anything, I’ll give it to you,” he says, his sentences a stuttering mess.

That gives you pause. Telling Sarah about this peeping incident is sure to win you some points with her, but this opportunity seems riper. However, as you stand there and think, it occurs to you that there might be a way to get the best of both worlds here.

“You owe me a favor,” you say. “Unspecified at this time. But when I come to collect, you better deliver.”

“Deal, deal, you have a deal,” Michael says.

“Otherwise…”

“I get it,” he says, nodding hastily, and you give him a curt look.

You put your hand out and Michael shakes it, his grip limper than a biscuit.

“Don’t you forget, I just saved your ass,” you say as you head back out the locker room, leaving that piece of shit behind.

You get back to the sauna in a moment, flinging open the door, pretending to pant. You hold your chest as the door to the sauna shuts behind you, enveloping you in heat once more, and Sarah looks at you with concern.

“What’s up?” she asks.

“It was some guy peeping on you,” you say, watching her reaction. Predictably, her eyes go wide with shock. “I tried to chase him down, but he ran the moment he saw me coming out the sauna. With the towel and everything, I couldn’t chase him down. I didn’t even really get a good look at him, so… might be a lost cause.”

“Shit,” Sarah says, pulling her towel tighter around her. “I can’t believe it! This school’s ridiculous!”

“I’m sorry,” you say. “Wish there was something I could do about it. But it might be a good idea to stay away from the sauna for now.”

Sarah looks around and sighs.

“Shit, this was my secret place,” she says. “Got to find a new one now.”

Evidently, not enough of a secret, you think to yourself, but you nod empathetically.

“Thanks for letting me know though,” Sarah says. “And for trying to catch the guy.”

“Anybody would do it,” you shrug, but inside, you’re glowing.

Sarah seems to have bought it, hook, line, and sinker.

Sarah +15
Michael -30