Yes, why not

"Sure, hop in," you consent. She doesn't hesitate to take the offer. Quickly, she stripped out of her own clothes. First, the wet top. You turned and watched as you waited for her. That top had been so wet that you could already tell that she had not been wearing a bra. Her nipples seemed as hard as your own right now too. You wondered if that was entirely the beer that had been spilled on her, or if she had been aroused too.

Next, she undid her low-cut jeans and slid them down her legs. You were always envious of how slender her legs were. They were perfect for her pert little bottom, which you also envied. You saw she was wearing perhaps the cutest pair of purple lace panties. They were like some kind of boyshort-thong hybrid, coming right up her ass--as you noticed when she slid them off and kicked them aside.

Next thing you knew, your naked friend was standing in the shower in front of you, the water cascading off the back of her blonde hair. Such lovely, long, blonde hair. "Thanks," she smiled as she pick up a spare bare of soap and started to rub it gently along her arms.

"Sure, what are friends for? Can't have my bff going around in a wet t-shirt," you chuckle.

"So, why were you taking a shower anyway? Don't tell me that you encountered the same jerk."

"No. Not in this lifetime, thankfully." Though you pause and wonder: if it had been you downstairs that the guy did it too, and you had been as horny as you are now, yo might have fell for it all hook, line, and sinker. You could be out back pinned to some tree by now. That thought only makes things worse though. You are now so horny that the cold shower has no chance of cooling you off.

Then it dons on you. Of course the cold shower has no chance of cooling you off. It is no longer cold! Your friend, while you were fantasizing about being fucked by some stranger, had turned the hot water all the way up. "I don't know how you could stand it so cold," her voice echoed.

"Oh, I did not even realize," you blush, smiling at her haplessly. It's too late though. You can tell by the look in her eyes that she had just put the pieces together.

"Oh my God. You were taking a cold shower because..."

Your blush intensifies.

There is a long pause and Stacy fails to finish her sentence, instead, rolling her eyes up and down your body. It made you feel a little uncomfortable. She knew you had been horny, you knew that she knew, and worse of all, she now also knew that despite being horny you had invited her to join you in the shower. What could she possibly be thinking of you now?