Chet returns the favor and washes Kristie's back

Chet turned, holding the soap up with a cocky little flourish. “You want me to return the favor?” He waggled his eyebrows, but this time the offer felt almost, surprisingly, inviting.

Kristie hesitated, caught between embarrassment and curiosity. Without saying yes, she slowly stepped forward under the spray, biting her lip and presenting him with her back. She held her arms tight to her chest, her posture making it clear this was uncharted territory.

Chet stepped closer, and for such big hands, they were surprisingly deft as he began to lather up her shoulders, working slightly circles down her spine. Kristie’s breath caught at first, placing her hands against the tiled wall in front of her, to brace herself. She let the heat of the water and the light pressure of his touch ease her nerves.

Erin watched from the side, feeling her fascination and curiosity start to win out. She glanced down, and for a split second, let herself take in the sight of Chet’s fully erect cock. It was thick, veined, and impossible for her brain to reconcile. Her stomach flipped when she started to feel tingles between her legs.

Chet was focused on Kristie’s back when he started to talk again. “You know, for a couple of science geeks, you’re both actually pretty damn good looking. I’m surprised you haven’t had more luck.” He let his hand drift lower, stopping just at the curve of Kristie’s hips before pulling changing course. “Well, maybe not that surprised. You two could use a style overhaul, and maybe lose the **** grip on your dignity once in a while,” he said glancing over at Erin.

Kristie looked over her shoulder, biting back a look of sarcasm. “You volunteering to be our stylist?”

Chet grinned, handing her the soap. “Babe, I’m the perfect guy for the job. Trust me, by the time I’m done, you’ll be fighting off half the campus.” He glanced at Erin, catching her eyes. “And you, genius, don’t think I haven’t noticed how you keep sneaking looks. You want to learn how to get noticed? First step is acting like you belong.”

Erin colored again, but instead of protesting, she gave him a half-smile, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is so not how I thought tonight would go.”

Chet leaned back, letting the water wash over his chest, still grinning like he owned the world. “Yeah, but tell me this isn’t better than what you would’ve normally done.”

Kristie, emboldened, turned her head to look at Erin over her other shoulder. “Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like we were doing anything tonight anyway.”

Without any warning, Chet’s hands boldly slid lower as he moved from Kristie’s back down over the curve of her butt. She gave a startled little squeak, jumping in place, shocked by the unexpected contact.

“Hey-!” she started, but didn’t pull away. If anything, her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel her heart racing all of a sudden.

He grinned, working her relatively gently considering the size of him, moving with a confidence that made even the most outrageous act feel somehow inevitable. His big fingers slipped between her cheeks, soaping every contour, working their way down, and Erin could only stare, feeling her cheeks flaming instantly, but unable to look away as she watched him “clean” her friend.

Chet’s hand moved with deliberate slowness, scrubbing back and forth as it worked lower, and Kristie’s posture stiffened when he reached her now tightly puckered ring. She gasped, knees drawing closer together on instinct, but she didn’t say no. His palm pressed in, cupping her, the lather swirling where nobody but Kristie herself had ever touched. Her body went tense, every muscle taut.

Never slowing down, his hand continued to move, slipping between her thigh gap, and a whimper broke from Kristie, more surprised than ashamed, when she felt him cup her mound. Her head fell forward, suddenly unable to hold itself up, and she could see his thick fingers peak through her thighs as he scrubbed and worked her. Her nails turned white as they pressed into the smooth tiled surface of the shower wall, trying to find something to grip onto, but she didn’t try to stop him. If anything, her hips shifted just slightly into his touch.

Erin couldn’t speak, overly aware of her heart hammering in her chest. She stood frozen in the corner of the shower, fighting the urge to cover her eyes from the embarrassment and arousal that was mixing so completely she could hardly tell them apart.

Her thighs pressed tight together as her body responded on its own, even as she stood untouched at the edge of the shower. Every sound Kristie made, every gasp and trembling whimper, seemed to ripple through Erin, small tremors were radiating outward until her skin felt oversensitive and over-warm. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, her palms, even between her legs, and tried to breathe quietly, not wanting to draw attention.

Kristie, thankful her face was hidden from her best friend who was standing behind her, heard Erin’s soft squeaks and shuddered in return, a hot pulse of embarrassment from unexpectedly being seen like this, so close to an orgasm from some 80s cliché they’d supposedly created out of thin air. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to crawl away or press back into Chet’s touch, **** for relief. Her friend was watching. Part of her wanted to hide, but the other part, the one that had dared step forward when he offered to wash her back, wanted to let go, just once, undeterred by someone watching.

Chet seemed to sense the need running through her. His big palm cradled her mound, then using the pads of his fingers to stroke between her lips. He was gentle but with a knowing pressure. There was no time wasted on teasing, every movement seemed focused, as if he knew exactly what she needed. He never lost that assured rhythm, just working her until Kristie’s hips gave a helpless twitch, and her whimpers grew sharper, breaking on each ragged breath.

Her nails scraped against the tile, her head hanging limply forward, and then her body shuddered. There was no subtlety in it. It came fast, spilling over through every trembling muscle as she let out a low, **** sound. Her knees nearly buckled, Chet’s free arm moving around her waist to keep her steady as the wave passed through her.

Erin watched, rooted in place, her own breath coming short, shaky gasps. She knew she should look away and give Kristie privacy, but she couldn’t. Something in her chest squeezed tight out of equal parts envy and awe.

Chet held Kristie a moment longer, steadying her with a reassuring grip, then let his hands fall away as if nothing unusual had happened. Without missing a beat, he turned back into the spray, lifting the bar of soap he’d never let go of in the hand around her waist. He lathered it in his palm, then began dragging it slowly down one smooth thigh and then the other, his attention already moving on. “See?” he said, his voice low but casual, “Sometimes you’ve just gotta let things happen, and not worry about every little detail.”

Kristie sagged against the wall, eyes closed, and her mouth parted in shock and relief. “Holy shit…”

Erin finally found her voice, barely more than a whisper. “Are you okay?”

Kristie managed a shaky laugh, her cheeks flushed and wet. “Better than okay.”

Chet shook out his arms and glanced over at Erin, who was still pressed to the far wall, with her underwear clinging damply to her skin. “You want me to wash your back, genius?” he asked, grinning, the question casual but not unkind.

Erin’s eyes went wide. “No thanks-!” Her voice cracked, and she had to clear her throat before trying again, quieter. “I mean… I’m good.”

Chet only shrugged, completely unfazed. He turned back into the spray, letting the hot water rinse him clean, and gave a little stretch, rolling his broad shoulders as if he’d just finished a set in the gym.

“Well, I feel about a hundred percent better after that shower,” he announced, grinning over his shoulder at both girls. “So, who wants to go find a party?”

Kristie, still half-slumped against the wall, started to giggle. “You mean, like, outside? With real people?”

“Exactly,” Chet declared, snapping his fingers and pointing at her. “You two did your homework, now it’s time for some extra credit. We hit a party, you let me do the talking, and I’ll show you what all this,” he gestured at himself, up and down, “was actually built for.”

Erin groaned, but couldn’t help the nervous smile tugging at her lips. “Tell me this isn’t actually happening,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

Chet winked. “Trust me, sweetheart. The night’s just getting started.”

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