Other girls in the changing room.

And hear the sound of running showers in what you think is three out of the ten stalls. The doors are shut, so that adds to your confidence they’re occupied. Of the remaining stalls, two additional doors are shut as well. Ellen and Amy quickly slip into two of the unoccupied stalls, laughing at your hesitation and embarrassment.

“Hurry up, it’s not like it hasn’t happened before.” Amy says, as you enter the empty stall next to her’s.

“Amy, is that you?” says an unidentified female voice. “And who’s the guy?” The voice adds.

“It’s a friend of Ellen’s. Ok, Shelly? Now pipe down.”

“Whatever” Shelly responds.

You strip, and are thankful that your boxers aren’t too outrageous. They’re a plain navy blue. Balling up your clothing in a roll, you wonder to yourself why you just didn’t change in Ellen and Amy’s dorm. Sighing in resignation, you step out and quickly shove your clothes into a small locker on the wall opposite from the changing/showering rooms. Turning quickly, you look to see if either of the girls has exited their changing rooms. Seeing that they haven’t you walk rapidly towards the entrance to the pool area.

As you walk by one of the doors it opens, and an attractive black girl of about 19 years of age steps in front of you. She doesn’t immediately notice you, and you duck into another open stall, but lean out somewhat to watch her. She is naked after all, and well built with mocha colored skin, a large bust, flat stomach and pleasantly wide hips. As she turns to open her locker, you see the thick patch of pubic hair between her legs, and as if on cue, she briefly runs the fingers of one hand through it. A minute later, she squeezes the excess water out of her long, wavy hair. Soon she’s opened the locker and pulls out her clothing to dress.

Ducking back into the changing room, you hear Ellen and Amy’s voices as they walk toward the pool entrance. They’re laughing. Calling your name, they knock on your previously occupied room.

“Did you girls really bring a boy into here?” Asks the dressing girl.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Kesha” Ellen says

“Not a problem, as long as you share girl.” Kesha quips.

Amy laughs, and the duo pushes through the door to the pool room. And you didn’t even get to see them! Now what should you do? What the hell, you decide. Pushes open the door, walking out, and standing across from the now half dressed Kesha. Standing in front of you topless, she gasps and covering her generous breasts with her arms, says: