Stacy needs a shower.

Stacy stood behind Wendell and worked shampoo into his hair.

"Ugh. You're messy."

"You sure about this Stacy? Women aren't really supposed to be in here."

"Who gives a fuck about dorm rules? I've been in here before anyway."

Stacy and Wendell were in a small curtained off shower stall of the men's dormitory. The curtain was a bright blue color and hung nearly to the floor, and the walls were a tiled in a sickly, yellow color with a red stripe about 6 feet up.

"Rinse." Stacy pushed Wendell's head into the hot water. She worked out all the shampoo with her fingers. "Spread," Stacy gave Wendell's ass a light pat, and he spread his cheeks as ordered. Stacy washed his ass very thoroughly, she even pushed a finger in, seemingly just to tease him. When she was done, she rinsed her hands and gripped him by the shoulders. "Turn." He rotated around to face her.

Wendell saw Stacy soaking wet, her hair completely straight and heavy with water. Her small breasts were shiny and glistening in the light. She pushed him forwards to get her own head into the water again. She had her eyes closed and was running her fingers through her hair, and then stopped. "Wendell, what is that?"

"Uhh..what?"

She pulled her face back and glared. "What's poking me?"

Wendell looked down at his erect cock pressed into Stacy's thigh. "It my-what do you expect? You're...you."

"Hmm. Good answer. Ok. Turn around."

"Uh alright... agh!" Stacy pushed his head down and pulled his hips out. He braced himself with both hands on the tiled walls. She ran her hand down his back, and then slowly inserted two of her fingers inside Wendell. With her other hand she teased one of his nipples and then slid down to his shaft. She started stroking him. She was pumping in and out of him with one hand and stroking him with the other. Before long he orgasmed, and Stacy was rinsing the remains off her hand. He just stayed there for a moment, letting the water run over him. She then proceeded to wash him all over. Cleaning everything she could. Eventually she pushed him out of the water and cleaned herself.

"Let me do my myself, and then we'll go to your room."

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Stacy just strolled about like she owned the place, and also Wendell. She was entitled, willful, and harsh, and Wendell had no problem doing whatever she asked. I wasn't exactly early, but nobody really loitered in the dorm hallways anyway. So without any real fuss, she dragged him back to his room. She had on a bathrobe and Wendell simply wore his blue pajamas. She shut the door and Wendell flicked on the light. Stacy was already climbing into his bed. Once she was in and under the blanket, she patted the space next to her. "Climb in."

"Sorry, it's kinda small."

"I don't care. Get the fuck in here." Wendell climbed in and Stacy spooned him. She reached over and flicked off the lamp on the nightstand. She pulled Wendell into her chest. She leaned into his ear. "I'm going to fuck you again tomorrow." She nibbled on his ear.

"Heh. In who?"

"Oh, I'll be me. I've got someone...cute in mind for you. And we're gonna stretch out all of your holes. It's going to be a very busy day." He could feel that she had started fingering herself behind him. She used her free hand to grab his neck. She squeezed. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," she was really digging her nails into the side of his neck.

"My name, say it."

"Stacy, I belong to Stacy...Jones."

"Fuck yeah." Stacy's wet fingering was getting louder. "Do you miss your tits?"

"Yes. God yes I miss my tits."

"Yesss," Stacy's breath was hot. "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Stretching," Wendell reached up and put his hand over Stacy's, "all of my slutty fucking holes." He felt Stacy's grip tighten and her hand working furiously behind him.

"FUCK!" With some pumping of her hips and an attempt to suppress her moans, Stacy was orgasming. She evetually let go of Wendell's neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She reached her tongue in the very back of Wendell's throat. Wendell sucked on her tongue and then she pulled away with a wet sound. "Haha. Good night, slut."

"Good night."

Wendell rolled his head back over, and had no trouble falling asleep in Stacy's arms.