Not as much as they want to as you demand a robe

"Wait!" you cry out as the hands rush toward you. They hesitate, making you breath a sigh of relief, and you think fast, determined not to be naked in front of them.

"I need a robe!" you blurt.

The guys look at each other, then around the room. Like kids on an easter egg hunt they start tearing the place apart until one of them holds up a robe with cartoon characters on it that has to have been made for kids.

"That's too short!" you tell him, dashing his hopeful expression.

"Found one!" another boy says, and holds up white gown. He flaps it like a flag, making it impossible to see its full size, but it at least looks bigger than the other one. Besides, judging by the other boys slamming their drawers, hastily shoving whatever they'd found back in it seems to be the only one available.

"Okay, but... you can't look," you tell them. They nod agreeably, but you eye them with suspicion, never having known a boy to be honest in this area. "You hold it in front of me while I take my clothes off," you say to the guy who found it.

"Better if two of us hold it up," he says, and you reluctantly nod. It doesn't really matter if it's one or two holding it. Maybe two would shield you better than one anyway, you think as they rush forward.

You take a look behind you, spotting a guy with a guilty face behind you, his hand on the controls for a light that seems bright enough to be a spotlight.

"Everyone in front of me," you order, and with satisfaction see him slump and walk around you.

"Here, Justin, you take that side," says the guy who found the robe, walking toward you, backing you a little farther toward the light.

"That's far enough," you tell them, and take a couple of steps backwards so that there's a couple of feet between you and the robe, hoping that will make it seem like greater cover than it really is.

When the two use a pair of straps to hold the robe open you eye it dubiously, having thought it bigger when it was in his hands. Looking toward the drawers they'd searched you see a few pieces of green and blue fabric sticking out, and can't help but wish that they were something other than children's robes, or caps, or whatever they actually are.

Sighing you stop, feeling the heat of the light close behind you and reluctantly undo the zip of your top, tossing it toward the end of the counter and the 'laundry' sign before undoing your shorts.

With their tight fit the shorts take a lot more wriggling to slide down, and once again you feel almost like you do when Jacob is within you. Maybe you really do have something wrong with you. Whatever the case it feels embarrassingly good, and you find yourself wriggling quite a bit more than you need to,taking a long time for such a simple task, and even pull the shorts up against your mound a few times as you feel your breathing picking up.

"Are you okay?" justin asks, half-turned toward you.

Flushing, you nod, then remember that he supposedly isn't looking your way and add, "Y-yeah."

Dammit, that sounded real convincing, you berate yourself, but let the shorts drop to the floor, stepping out of them with one foot - should've removed the shoes first, you realize then - and pick it up, tossing it along the counter, where it tumbles into your hoody, falling over the edge.

"Now the robe," you say, straightening, thankful that things have gone smoothly so far, aside from your embarrassing moments with the shorts.