He explores her with his fingers

John says something to Sarah.

“What was that?” she asks. She turns off the shower and stands there dripping water onto the tiles. Even though the room has become quiet she doesn’t notice the stream of male students trickling in. All her attention is on the man who helped groom her.

“Can I feel?” asks John.

She realizes he must have been listening to her very closely. After a moment’s hesitation she realizes that there isn’t any reason for modesty. He’s already touched her body plenty already. And he did ask her consent politely.

“Yes, go ahead,” she answers.

His reaches out to caress her body. He starts with the least intimate option, stroking her underarms. Then he stretches his arm down to feel her shins, rising up to her thighs. He keeps going, though, and soon she can feel his fingers on either side of her cleft. They move up and up, agonizingly slowly, drawing a direct line from between her legs to her navel. Sarah’s skin breaks out in goosebumps.

She draws in a deep breath and lets out a long, satisfied sigh. “See what I mean?”

“Yes, I really do. May I compare it to other parts of you? I’m curious to know how it compares to areas that don’t normally have hair.”

He’s getting much better at consent. I think I’m getting through to him!

“Please!”

Now he places one hand against her collarbone and the other against her armpit. His movements, once again showing such delicate care, trace curves and swirls. Sarah’s eye close as she revels in the sensation of John’s touch. His hand rises up to brush her neck, then drops down to grab at her breast. Then he steps in closer to compare the feeling of her thighs to her ass. That brings the tip of his dick in contact with her stomach. She holds back the urge to grab it herself.

Lastly he brings two fingers up to her mouth, and two against her bald cunt. Ever so softly he teases both sets of lips. His fingertips become wet. Sarah wants him more and more with every passing second. There are now a score of onlookers watching. All of them jealous of John’s position but knowing deep down that they have no right to touch her like he does.

“What do you think about your body now?” he asks.

“It’s... interesting.” She breathes the words against his hand. “I... like it. I like what you’ve done. I like what you’re doing to me.”

He smiles and she can feel her loins ignite.

Who the fuck am I?

“I like what you’re doing and... I want to do it too. I mean, I’m asking for your permission to touch you. Sexually.”

“Is this another lesson on Feminism?”

“Sort of... ugh... We’re both adults and of... mmm... sound mind. This would make an excellent example... oh fuck... of consent culture.”

John’s hands fall away from her. He rests them at his sides. She looks his naked body up and down. He got just as wet as her from the shower. The water has beaded against his skin.

“In that case, you have my consent to touch me. Sexually.”

She almost jumps forward as she says, “And you have mine!”

They embrace, kissing with mad passion and digging their fingers into each other’s flesh. Sarah reaches down and positions his cock between her legs. He moans as she slides her cunt over him. Because of the angle he can’t get it past her lips and up into her vagina but neither of them is complaining. The sensation of a freshly shaved pussy dripping with arousal slipping back and forth along the length of his rod is more than enough. The fact that half an hour ago she couldn’t stand the site of this man doesn’t matter. She’s proving to herself and to her friends that a modern intersectional feminist is just as capable of having a good time. Of being desirable. Of making others jealous.

This is good. This is healthy. This is what I want!

The pair are now thrusting against one another with such ferocity that the onlookers could just as easily think they’re trying to fuck or kill each other.

And just as quickly as it starts, it ends. John gets pushed over the edge when Sarah bites his ear and he starts to cum. She can feel the pulsing of his cock and the first warm shot wetting her thighs. She grinds her clit on the base of his dick and before he’s done she joins him in ecstasy. All the build up put them both on a hair trigger. Some of his semen ends up spurting onto her ass cheeks. The rest streaks across the wall behind them. It’s fast, intense, dirty.

Without realizing it they help each other onto the floor. Their limbs still entangled and their sweat mixing with the hot water and their sexual juices. Blind to the world in post-orgasmic bliss.

Slowly the crowd disperses. They know the show is over. They were lucky to catch it when it happened.

They pair, left alone now, breathe heavily in unison. Sarah is the first to speak.

“Thank you, John. I should wash up and get back to my dorm. My friends will want to see the new me.” She takes a moment to caress her own skin again.

“Oh come on, you make it sound like you’ve gone through some major change. If you really think about it, Sarah, I think you’ll see that you’re just being true to who you really are.”

He’s right. Score one for Feminism.

He’s definitely shown a capacity for careful consideration and astute thoughts. He’s not as big of a sleazeball as she thought. She still hates to admit it, though.