They hop in the shower

“Seriously, ladies, you’re gonna make me shower alone? That’s just bad hospitality,” Chet interjected, while holding the shower door.

Erin was still frozen to the extent that her arms hadn’t moved from what she was doing when she saw him. “We’re not- no. Not happening. I don’t-” Her voice gave out, unable to even look at him, and picking a line of grout behind him to try and focus on.

Kristie nudged her, before teasing her some more. “C’mon, Erin. When is this ever going to happen again? It’s literally science. Observation, right?”

Erin’s eyes snapped to her, scandalized. “Observation? Kristie… he’s naked. Like, literally scientifically, naked.”

Kristie grinned, glancing back at Chet’s groin. “If I remember right, you have said you wanted all your experiments reproducible. Gotta collect all the data points.” She dropped her voice to a stage whisper, “Besides, aren’t you a little curious?”

Chet just watched, arms folded across his chest, a smug smile plastered on his face. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

Kristie gave Erin a look of wicked delight, and tried to encourage her. “Look, it’s not like you have to actually do anything. When’s the next time you’ll ever get to see a man built like that take a shower up close and personal.” She winked at Chet. “Promise to keep it PG until she’s ready?”

He put a hand over his heart, solemn. “Scout’s honor. I’ll even wash behind my own ears.”

Erin hesitated, feeling like her cheeks and ears must be going an even deeper shade of red. “I just… I can’t believe I’m even considering-”

Kristie looped an arm through hers, gently pulling her closer. “Think of it as a bonding moment. You, me, and… well, the modern miracle of artificial intelligence and advanced polymer science.” She squeezed Erin’s hand. “If you want to stop at any time, just say so. But honestly, don’t you kinda want to see how this plays out.”

Erin took a shaky breath. “This is insane.”

Kristie grinned, already toeing off her sneakers. “Welcome to science, babe. Half of it is just doing things nobody else bothered to try before.”

Reaching inside, Chet turned on the water, and held the door wide. “Ladies first.”

Erin held her ground, not ready to move. “Okay… so if I decide to do this, can I at least keep my underwear on?”

Chet gave her a lackadaisical shrug, keeping the same infuriating grin on his face. “Hey, you can wear a hazmat suit if it helps. I’m just here for the company.”

Kristie didn’t wait for permission. She whipped off her top and jeans in quick, determined motions, revealing a pair of mismatched and boring bra and panties that consisted of a black bra on top, and pink polka-dotted white bottoms. “Well I for one am not going to pass up a chance to make history. Erin, seriously, you’re overthinking it.”

Erin shoved her hands into the naturally tightly curls of her hair. Grabbing two fistfuls, she made a squealing groan, like she was having an internal debate with herself. But Kristie’s enthusiasm was contagious, and the ridiculousness of the whole situation proved to be too much. She reached for the hem of her shirt, pausing to shoot Kristie a look as if asking one last time if they were really doing this.

Kristie just grinned back and bit her lip, then turned her back to unhook her bra, tossing it onto the sink counter with a flourish.

Taking a deep breath, Erin slipped her shirt off, folding it neatly before setting it aside. She fumbled out of her jeans, one hand tugging awkwardly at the zipper, then wriggled them down her legs. Her plain, pale-blue cotton bra and matching boyshorts were a bit more conservative than Kristie’s, but at least they matched and she wasn’t backing out.

She caught Chet watching both of them with a look of appreciation, but for once not making a joke.

“Okay,” she said, barely above a whisper, crossing her arms over her chest, “but if you make one comment-”

“Not a word,” Chet promised, still holding the shower door open as the steam started to rise from the water heating up. “Scientist’s honor.”

Kristie slipped inside first, stepping confidently under the spray, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Oh wow. That water is hot.”

Erin hesitated one more beat, then ducked her head and stepped in after her, arms wrapped protectively around herself. The door swung closed with a quiet clack as the magnet caught, and the three of them stood together in the mist and the warmth. It seemed like reality shifted again around the edges of what was possible.

The only thing Erin could think about, was that everything felt dreamlike thanks to the situation, coupled with the steam. Kristie was quick to jump under the spray first, already running her hands through her hair. When she was satisfied she’d soaked it thoroughly, she made room for Chet who grabbed the soap and lathered up his chest, making a show of it like someone who’d clearly enjoyed being admired.

Erin kept her arms crossed, glancing everywhere but at either of them. She moved from foot to foot, feeling the surreal warmth of Kristie’s bare skin brushing her own and trying to ignore the mountain of muscle to her right.

Chet, ever unbothered, ran his soapy hands over his abs, then down to his thighs. “You know,” he said, turning so the light played over the sculpted lines of his torso, “for a first try, you two did a hell of a job.”

Kristie smiled, watching the water stream down his muscles. “You’re lucky Erin did the brain part. I was ready to just max out your pecs and call it good.” She shot Erin a wink. “And maybe give you a little personality.”

Chet grinned at both of them. “I’m not complaining. Especially with a view like this.” His eyes danced appreciatively between them, never pausing long enough to be crude, but definitely making it clear he approved.

Erin’s blush deepened, but she couldn’t help the small, startled smile that crept onto her lips. “This is still so weird.”

“Most good things are, sweetheart,” Chet said, working the soap over his hips. Working his way inward, his hand wrapped around himself, casually lathering up his shaft, unfazed by the two women within touching distance. But the feeling of his own hand, combined with Kristie’s direct attention and the sight of both girls in the steamy shower, had an obvious effect.

Kristie noticed first, her eyes widening, then breaking into a mischievous grin. “Oh wow. That’s… okay, yeah, whoever designed that printer deserves a raise.” She laughed, not even trying to be subtle.

Chet looked down, entirely unconcerned as he started to stiffen, his cock swelling impressively between his thighs. “Can’t help it if the goods are responsive.”

Moving on reflex from hearing them talk, Erin’s eyes flicked down in spite of herself, then snapped away just as quickly. It felt like her cheeks were on fire. “Oh my god.”

Kristie elbowed her, whispering, “Oh come on, Erin. He clearly doesn’t mind. You should look.”

Chet just shrugged, reaching behind to soap up his ass. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s a natural reaction to stimulus. You wanted confidence, well, this is what it looks like.”

Kristie’s smirk faltered the moment Chet glanced at her, putting her on the spot. “You want to make yourself useful?” he asked, holding out the bar of soap. “I could use a hand with my back.”

The casualness of the way he asked threw her off, hesitating. Suddenly she felt a lot less sure than before. She darted a glance at Erin and whether it was for backup, or permission, even she wasn’t sure.

Erin tried to stay invisible, hoping the steam would help her disappear, thankful Chet didn’t ask her. She took a moment to wipe away the beads of water that’d been building on her from the spray of water off Chet’s large frame. She couldn’t help stealing a quick look at Kristie, then at the wide, muscled expanse of Chet’s back after he’d turned.

Kristie swallowed, unable to keep her fingers from twitching as she took the soap from him. “Yeah, sure, why not? Science and all that, right?” But her voice didn’t quite carry the self-assured airiness it had earlier, when she’d been making jokes at Erin’s expense.

She stepped closer, raising her hand awkwardly at first so she could rest it between his shoulder blades. Chet stood perfectly still, and she watched the muscles flex from little twitches as she worked the soap in her palm, over him. Kristie started scrubbing gently. While it was likely from the warmth of the water, it felt like the heat from his skin radiated through the soap and her fingers.

She worked down along the defined lines of his back, biting her lip as she got more comfortable with each pass. When she reached the small of his back, Chet looked over his shoulder and winked. “Thanks for the help. You’re a doll.”

Kristie rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were nearly as red as Erin’s. She hesitated at the base of his spine, then, after a shaky breath, let her hand drift lower, tentatively working over his tight butt, though she’d already watched him wash it.

She caught Erin’s wide-eyed stare, then mouthed, Oh my god! with a silent, panicked intensity.

Erin’s mouth was hanging open in shock, eyes bouncing from Kristie’s face to Chet’s backside, where Kristie’s hand was working over every bit. When an incredulous smile cracked through her embarrassment, she turned away quickly.

Kristie on the other hand, was gaining just a hint of her earlier confidence and gave Chet a playful swat. “There. Squeaky clean.”

Chet just grinned, all teeth and easy charm. “Thanks, babe.”

Erin shook her head at the absurdity and mortification of what she was feeling. “We are never talking about this again.”

Kristie handed back the soap, still trembling slightly. “Speak for yourself. This is the highlight of my semester.”

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