You head in to the shower together

You and Evette step in to the men’s room naked, holding hands tightly. You’re closely followed by the six guys from the dodgeball game, while inside there are another half dozen guys, though 3 of them flee when you two come in.

You quickly take in the shower room. It’s an open shower space, with a 4’ high tiled wall in the middle with showers on either side. There are another half dozen guys taking showers in there already, though several of them run off when you and Evette step in.

Neither of you quite knowing what to do, you move to the wall furthest away from the lockers and start rinsing off under the shower there. Not wanting to get separated, you are practically holding each other as you rinse off. Slowly but surely, your anxiety fades as it becomes clear that with the both of you there, the boys are content to just leave you alone and watch. Meanwhile the physical contact is starting to turn both of your on. Soon, rather than holding on to Evette at her upper back, your hand slides down her back to her butt. Her arm, which had been draped over your shoulder, slid down so that her hand was resting on your chest.

“Well, here we are, together, naked in the shower in our nice private… public mens’ shower room. Seems like we should make the best of it,” says Evette, now rubbing her free hand along your side, down to your hip.

You looked around, and you could see quite a few boys still standing under showers, not cleaning themselves at all. A couple of them were boldly starting to rub their dick’s but were clearly waiting for either a show or an opportunity.

“I’m not sure whether we should put on a show to keep them satisfied, or that would just embolden them to come over to us,” you say.

Giving you a coy look, Evette responds, “so, to be clear, we’re not trying to get the guys to come over to us?”

Evette quickly leans in and kisses you full on the mouth. You stay lip-locked for a solid thirty seconds. At the same time, you draw each other closer. You can feel the metal of Evette’s nipple and belly-button piercing against your breast and stomach. You pull away from each other slightly, allowing you both to examine yourselves. You make quite a pair, you have to admit. Your about the same height, so your bodies match up nicely, but you’re so different too, that you contrast nicely. Evette with her pale skin, black hair, tattoos and her slightly curvier, stronger looking frame; You with your tan skin, your dancer’s body, pristine-looking.

You look around again and see a number of guys now quite exuberantly beating off, but still keeping their distance.