Put it off

"Look, Tracy, it's not important right now. Can you do me a favor and get Jason, please? I need his key so I can get into my locker and get my spare clothes out." Your eyes plead with hers, and you watch her wage a war with her curiosity, before she finally nods. "Go take a shower. I'll have Jason open your locker while you're in there." You smile gratefully at her as she walks out the door.

Grabbing a towel and washcloth from the nearby rack, you slip into the showers, taking a stall near the far end. There's some body wash and shampoo left as courtesy items in each stall, and you avail yourself of them as you start the water.

The hot, steamy shower quickly washes all your worries, and Jimmy's cum, away. Your wandering hands, aided by the rough washcloth rubbing over your flesh, keep your nipples hard, and you give them little tweaks as you continue to wash yourself...