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Subject: {ASSM} Shower Club, Chapter 4:  Explorations (ff mast voy exhib oral outdoor/public)
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Shower Club, Chapter 4:  Explorations (ff mast voy exhib oral
outdoor/public)

by omnivore

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Shower Club, Chapter 4:  Explorations (ff mast voy exhib oral
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Over the next week or so, Tyler and I started to test the limits of our new
relationship.  Or Tyler did, I guess, since she always made the first move.
We still barely acknowledged each other during the daytime, but at night we
kept trying new and different ways to please each other, and increase the
risk factor and the rush at the same time.  This tended to take the form of
having a wank in some new and marginally public place, or trying to touch
one another or kiss in public without being seen except by old men or young
teenage boys, or some equally silly, exciting, thrill-inducing acts of
exhibitionism.

To be honest, it was usually me taking all the biggest risks, except for
those relatively chaste kisses in the park and the grocery store.  Tyler
would tell me what to do, and I would do it, I just couldn't say no to her.
First she had me play with myself in a bathroom stall in the student center,
while she sat in the stall next to me.  When someone came in, I had to
continue stroking myself without making any noise.  Since it's probably the
busiest restroom on campus, there must have been two dozen people that
walked into the bathroom during that session, and each one caused another
quick rush and silent acceleration of my fingers.  I think that one of the
people heard me, when I finally came, but luckily she left the bathroom
before I left the stall.  When I walked out of the door I wondered if she,
whoever she was, was watching to see who I was, but I didn't see anyone
staring or obviously keeping an eye out.

Next Tyler took me to a romantic movie, where we sat in the back and she
made me take off my panties from under my skirt and touch myself during the
frequent love scenes.  Once or twice she leaned over to add her touch to
mine, and she let me see her licking my juices off her fingers after she'd
slipped them up inside me.  I thought one of the ushers might have seen me
at one point, but I wasn't sure and I didn't see him on the way out.  Tyler
kept my panties after I was done, and made me walk all the way home without
them, which was pretty risky given the shortness of my skirt.  The whole way
home I could feel the cool air on my exposed pussy and ass, and was
incredibly conscious of the fact that just about anyone could conceivably
get a good view of me if I moved wrong, or bent over, or even just climbed a
few stairs.  I almost had another orgasm without even touching myself by the
time I got home.

One night, we took a blanket and climbed up on to the roof of one the
academic buildings at like 3 in the morning, where we both stripped
completely naked under the moonlight.  It was a nearly full moon, and a warm
night for that time of year, and we stood staring at each other in the
silver light as we stroked ourselves off to one orgasm, then used our hands
and mouths to give one another a few more each.  Despite Tyler's confusing
remarks about me being the one that "liked girls" she definitely wasn't
averse to doing a little pussy-licking herself every now and then, it
seemed.

There was a day that we took a bus two towns over to visit a shopping mall,
where we spent hours trying on clothes in store after store.  In each
dressing room, we would go into the stall together, strip totally naked, and
just stand there for a minute talking before we put our underwear back on
and tried on whatever we'd brought in with us.  Because we thought there
might be security watching (hell, we were hoping that security was watching)
we were careful not to do anything that would get us kicked out, but through
light touches, laughs, playful kisses and longing looks made it obvious to
all of the guards behind the mirrors and cameras, and more importantly all
of the women working in the stores, and for that manner to many of the
customers, that we were totally into each other.  Not all women are
intrigued by the idea of lesbianism, to be sure, but a lot are, and when it'
s two good looking teenagers putting on a show there was definitely a lot of
interest.  There were more than a few that looked at us hungrily as we left
each store, and by the sixth dressing room I was sure that one women had
been following us for the last three stores.

At that last stop on our itinerary, we tried to go a little further.  Each
outfit that Tyler tried on, she would walk out of the dressing room to check
in the wraparound mirror, being careful to open the door wide each time to
reveal me standing there totally nude, apparently oblivious to the exposure.
One time I was pulling on a pair of panties, another I had my back to the
door, fixing my hair in the mirror.  We were careful to make it look lazy
and overly casual, rather than deliberate, but by the time we fled that
store, and the mall, in hysterics, at least three salespeople and a
half-dozen customers, including our stalker, had gotten one hell of a good
look at me.  When we got off the bus back at the edge of campus, I looked up
at the window as it drove on and thought that I saw the face of the stalker,
but she was wearing a hat and I just couldn't be sure if it was her.

Another night, Tyler and I didn't actually hang out, but instead she gave me
an assignment that I had to follow without her.  I had to play with myself
until I came in my own bed, on a night that my roommate and her boyfriend
were there sleeping.  I sometimes let them sleep in the room together, but
made it a condition that they didn't fuck when I was there, so it was sort
of ironic that I'd be getting off with the two of them in the other bed.
When I got near the end of my wank, and couldn't stop my breath from
catching just a little, I thought that I might have heard a sound from The
Boyfriend, and wondered if he might have been awake and figured out what I
was doing.  The thought just turned me on even more, and I came in an
intense, though thankfully silent, rush.

Whatever Tyler told me to do, I did, and it felt so natural and right, that
I didn't even question how thoroughly she was dominating me.  We were both
getting off so much, and so intensely, and I was having so much fun
exploring this new side of my sexuality that it didn't seem at all
exploitative, or even that strange.  When I thought about it, which I did
constantly, all day every day, I was conscious that we were playing a pretty
clear game of dominance and submission game, but it was never painful or
humiliating.

Almost two weeks later, on the Monday thirteen days after that first, brief
encounter, we were hanging out in my room watching garbage on television,
when out of the blue, she asked me, "So did you go talk to her?"

I was totally baffled.  "What?  Talk to who?"

"You know, to Kate.  To find out if she saw.  To find out if she told
anybody.  And to find out if she was turned on."

"What!!?  You're kidding, right?  I mean, I . . .I . . .but . . . why the
hell would I have done that?  What if she didn't see?  What if she didn't
tell anybody?  And most importantly, what if she WASN'T turned on?  It would
be awful, I'd never be able to face her again."

"Oh come on, don't get so dramatic.  It wouldn't be that hard.  You could
figure out some pretext to talk to her, didn't you try out for that singing
group she's in?  Ask her what you did wrong in the audition, what you can do
to improve.  Performers love that kind of thing, they get to sound like an
expert and "share their wisdom about the craft" and all that shit.  Then you
can sort of make a joking reference to the other night, see how she reacts,
and proceed from there.  You won't be hanging yourself out to dry, or doing
anything foolish.  It'll be easy.  You can do it."

"I don't know, Tyler, I just don't think it's such a great idea."

"You can do it.  And you will do it.  Believe me."

The steel.  I ducked my head, then nodded quickly.  "Okay.  Of course.  I'll
do it.  I'll try to find her alone in the cafeteria, or in the college
library in next few days.  I think I see her studying there pretty often."

"I don't think so.  If you don't do it now, you'll lose your nerve.  Yes, I'
m positive that you should do it right away, before you can convince
yourself again that it's a bad idea."

"But I don't know where she is," I pleaded, weakly.

"Her room is in the next entryway over.  Basement floor, right at the bottom
of the stairs.  014.  It's 10:30 on a Monday night, I think she'll be there.
Now go."

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