A little relief in the shower

As previously mentioned, my cock was harder than it ever had been in my life. It had been hard since even before I actually entered the locker room, yet now, standing here under the shower head with a naked Lisa, it was truly painful, demanding that it be given some release. Lisa had to be aware of my arousal, it was blatantly obvious, yet she had not made mention of it. I was sure the pain was beginning to show on my face.

Lisa turned back to face me. “What’s wrong?” she asked as her eyes glanced down briefly before meeting mine again. A knowing smile played on her lips.

"James," she said softly, her tone understanding, "you don't need to be embarrassed. It's a perfectly natural reaction."

I felt my cheeks flush, despite the warm water cascading over us. "I... I'm sorry," I stammered.

She shook her head, still smiling. "Don't apologize. We're all adults here. Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

My breath caught in my throat. Was this really happening? "You... you wouldn't mind?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course not," Lisa replied, her hand already reaching towards me. "That's what friends are for, right? Besides, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve helped you out in here.”

I blinked in surprise. “it isn’t?”

Lisa laughed at my confusion, “James, you really are distracted today. You know we’ve been doing this for a while now.”

“Right.” The word came out as a whisper. I watched incredulously as Lisa’s hand moved toward my groin. So is this what I did now? Did I regularly come into the women’s locker room and get jerked off? And what else had Lisa and I done together? I didn’t remember. In all my reality twisting, I may have given myself extraordinary privileges but I hadn’t provided myself with the corresponding memories.

My inner monologue evaporated instantly however as her fingers wrapped around me. I gasped, my head spinning with the surreal nature of the situation. This new reality I had created was beyond anything I could have imagined. Lisa's touch was gentle yet confident, her movements practiced and purposeful.

"Just relax," she murmured, her free hand resting on my chest. "Let me take care of you."

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. The warm water, Lisa's soft skin against mine, her skilled ministrations - it was almost too much to process. A low moan escaped my lips.

"That's it," Lisa encouraged. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

I could only nod, words failing me. My hips began to move of their own accord, matching Lisa's rhythm. The tension built rapidly, a coiling pressure seeking release.

"Lisa," I gasped, "I'm close..."

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Then let go, James. I've got you."

With those words, I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. My body tensed, then shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over me. Lisa held me steady, her hand still moving gently as I rode out the intense climax.

As the aftershocks subsided, I slowly opened my eyes to find Lisa smiling at me, a mix of affection and satisfaction on her face.

"Feel better?" she asked, giving me a playful wink.

I nodded, still catching my breath. "Yeah... thank you," I managed to say.

Lisa chuckled softly. "Anytime, James. That's what friends are for, right?"

As she turned to rinse off, I leaned against the shower wall, my mind reeling. This new reality I had crafted was beyond anything I could have imagined. The boundaries were blurred, yet still clearly present.

Lisa reached for her shampoo bottle, pouring some into her hand. "Mind washing my hair for me, James?" she asked casually, as if what had just transpired was the most normal thing in the world.

I nodded, still dazed from the intensity of my release. As I worked the shampoo into her long, silky hair, I marveled at the surreal nature of our interaction. Here I was, intimately close with the girl I'd pined for, yet still held at arm's length emotionally.

"So," Lisa said, breaking the comfortable silence, "are you coming to Mark's party tonight?"

The mention of Mark's name sent a jolt through me. "Uh, yeah, I guess so," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Lisa smiled. "Great! It'll be fun. Maybe you can help me pick out what to wear later?" I gulped at the suggestion.

The warm water washed over us as Lisa rinsed off, her movements casual and unhurried. I stood there, still dazed from what had just transpired, trying to process this new reality I had inadvertently created.

"We should probably get going," Lisa said, turning off the shower. "I've got class in 30 minutes."

I nodded mutely, following her out of the stall. As we dried off, the other girls in the locker room paid us no mind, as if what had just occurred was perfectly ordinary.

"Thanks for your help, James," Lisa said with a smile as she finished dressing. "You're such a good friend."

"Yeah... anytime," I replied, still struggling to find my footing in this new paradigm.

As Lisa left, waving goodbye to me and the other girls, I sat down heavily on a bench, my head spinning.

I watched Lisa's retreating form, my mind still reeling from what had just transpired. The other girls in the locker room continued about their business, chatting and laughing as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. To them, it hadn't.

"You okay, James?" one of the girls asked, noticing my dazed expression. She was topless, but in the process of putting on her bra.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just... thinking."

She shrugged, put on her bra and went over to one of the mirror side chairs in order to apply her makeup.

I stood up slowly, gathering my things. As I dressed, I couldn't help but marvel at the strange reality I had crafted. I had the intimacy I craved, but without the emotional connection I truly desired. It was a bittersweet victory.