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I can hear the sound of my heart beating in my ears. The feeling of my back being cooled by the cold painted concrete wall why my front is warmed by the steam radiating off the water before me. The feeling of little splashes of water tease my skin as the shower water pours over Sara’s shoulders. Her eyes locked onto mine. He hands have my body against the wall. This is it..

It all started at the start of the semester. I’m Anna, a third year English major who’s spent too much of her school life buried in books and not experiencing the world. Being the first in my family to school has at all times spurred me into dedicating most of my time to studying and college activities and very little time on parties or a social life. Which is fine by me, I don’t like alcohol and dating is just a distraction. At least, that’s what I say to myself.

I’ve at all times had self-esteem issues and maybe that’s why I buried my head in a book. Trying to protect myself from being rejected. Or worse, finally realizing that I’m just not attractive. I at all times wondered I could be a knock-out with a little effort, but I just don’t take the effort to advertise. I honestly am not sure of myself, but that’s what made Sara so special.

After two years of school, I’ve probably held 20 minutes of conversation with my classmates that didn’t pertain to studying or copying notes. Sara was the first person I met in class that didn’t ask for any help with work or assignments to copy. It threw me off the first time we talked and I nearly fumbled not knowing how to make small talk.

To explain, I had missed taking one of my stupid 100 level electives during my first semester. To be honest, I preferred it this way since it meant my ending semesters would be slightly easier than when I started. This is why I was in a class with Sara. She was an incoming freshman . The part that stood out to me the most was that this cute little 19 YO girl was never intimidated. Not by the new experience of school, or the room of adults expecting her to make something of herself. Maybe it was the way her long dark hair and petite create made her such a focal point. It disarmed you and made you want to talk to her more. For me, it was when she gave a genuine smile at me after we departed that got my heart racing.

And now I was here. It was late over holiday break and so most of the dorms were empty. I stuck around because it was a brilliant way to catch up on assignment, begin working on resumes for internships, the usual good student excuses. Maybe I just didn’t want to go home for break. I had just finished my 30-page paper due at the end of break and decided a warm shower will help with my strained eyes and slightly pounding head. I needed to de-stress. I loved using warm showers to relax myself, but it was hard when the communal showers were at all times so busy and I’ve at all times been so nervous being naked around others. Tonight I had wondered I was gonna treat myself.

I had just barely felt the warmth of the water cascading against my skin, my hair getting wet like a shampoo commercial. My mind already wandering. I closed my eyes and wondered of Sara’s smile. Her plump lips, and gorgeous grin made me let out a sigh. My mind had wandered back to the cute outfit she wore to class today. I unknowingly bite my lip. I’m already enjoying what this shower has to offer when the door to the room ruins it all.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Was the first wondered in my mind. Hoping it was just a cleaning lady emptying the trash and not someone about to ruin my moment alone. I poke my head out of the shower to just see who it is, and that’s when our eyes had locked. Sara froze, her bathrobe wrapped tight around her and her shower caddy in her hand. I immediately duck back into the shower. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” My mind races. Maybe she’ll ignore me… right?

I had stood still for what felt like an hour. Hearing nothing until the sound of shower slippers started to slap their way towards my stall. “Fuck, she’s not going to shower next to me?” My knees feel a little weak and a strong warming flush spreads over my face. “Why god?”. Was I really getting excited? This girl is gonna think I’m a freak. I held my lips tight and slow my breathing. I just need to stay cool and wait till she leaves, but the footsteps get closer until they stop one stall away.

“Oh for fucks sakes.” I wondered to myself. Really? RIGHT NEXT TO ME? I held my jaw tight, my teeth begin to chatter and it was all I could do to hide the noise. I’m so damn nervous, and yet I still look at the shower curtain, wondering if there’s a crack I can peek through to see a little of her skin. Knowing I didn’t have the courage to actually move forward to peek, but the gentle movement of the curtain stopped my heart.

Soon the tips of fingers appear from the side of the curtain and it begins to open. I see Sara. Her robe dropping to the floor. Her bra and panties still on. She looks so confidently at me, but I can not help but feel like there was some nervousness in her eyes. I’m doing my best to not just melt in front of her. Her eyes were locked on me so intently, I nearly lost it when I saw her gorgeous brown eyes trail down my body. I saw her mouth part, she bites her lip a little. It sends a wave over my body. In that moment I felt like the hottest girl on campus.

She joined me in the stall. Walking right under the water and placing her hands on my hips. Guiding me to the wall with both gentle ease and impatience. And that’s where I am now. I never wondered that what we were doing was flirting all those time in class. She obviously made me feel amazing with just a her looks, but I assumed it was just my own innocent crush. I never wondered she’d see me the same way.

And so I look on her, the warm water dripping down her body, her underwear getting soaked. I can feel my beating hear in my chest. The steam makes me even more flushed than I’d expect. Our eyes are locked.

“Can I kiss you?” She asks me. Still standing under the shower water. My body still pressed up against the wall, and yet she still asked.

I can not. I can not form the words in my mouth. I know I want to. I know I want to say, “Yes!” or “Omg, please.” or maybe I could be the girl who says the smoothest line to make her melt in my hands, but I can not. I can not get anything out. I’m too afraid. Sara has me speechless. I focus all my energy on just nodding. My hands are shaking and I keep trying to squeeze them tight and work on slowing my breathing. I let out a long breath and nod encouragingly.

Her hands dart behind my neck and I feel my skin shiver at her touch. I’ve never had such an intimate touch and I can already feel the need to breath slowly to contain my excitement. I need to focus. I put my hands on her wet hips and pull her close. Ready to feel her lips touch mine. And when they do my mind is exploding in pleasure. He lips are so much better than I could anticipate. So full and so soft. I discover myself pulling at them with my teeth. Kissing longer. Enjoying her wet body next to me.

I spend so much of my energy on kissing her. At first I held her lips to mine. I was so nervous I needed a moment to stop them from quivering, but soon a wave was washing over me. Maybe it was the stress I didn’t get to wash away in the shower, or an untapped sexual urge, but my mind turned raw and passionate. The feeling of her lips trigged my desires to kiss her. Parting her lips with mine, and finally getting to slide a tongue inside. Feeling it meet hers and the sensation of our tongues dancing together.

I pull her tighter to me. My hands reposition around her waist. In fact, I move my hands to the top of her ass, pulling her body close to me. We stand slightly skewed and her thigh presses against my slit as my thighs mirror the same against her wet panties.

I could kiss Sara all day. I had years of kissing to make up for and I can not help but let out a whimper as she pulls away from my lips. Planting kisses on my cheek. Slow and soft pecks that work their way all over my face and over my neck. Untouched skin feeling kisses for the first time. Each kiss sends pins and needles tickling up and down my spine. I can feel my sexual frustration building. The feeling of tension building between my legs. My body starting to simmer a burning desire.

Sara’s hands make their way up my body and her soft hands feel so good across my mid-section. She starts with tracing her fingernails over my skin and the small sensation focuses my nerves on her touch. I can feel my body tighten everywhere she touches. More fuel tossed on the fire. I begin to breath deep. Her hand hits a sensitive spot just below my chest at the same time that her lips pull on my ear and I let out a small yelp.

Sara breaks her kiss and pulls back her head at my vocal outburst. She looks at me, noticing my face and how it twists. She leans forward to my ear in a whisper “Am I your first?”

I close my eyes tight. I’m embarrassed. It didn’t occur to me that she’s probably a very knowledgeable in pleasing a woman and I’m still a stranger to my own body. Again, I nod as I let out another sigh.

She smiles at my answer, “Well let me set your expectations very high.” She smiles and move back to kissing my neck. By now her hands have found my chest and her soft hands begin to tease and massage them. The feeling of how her hands tease my nipples as they grab my chest, working them between her fingers. It’s distracted me from her kisses making their way down to meet her hands. The feeling of shock I get when she finally kisses a nipple and takes it in my mouth rushes over me.

“Fuck yes.” I let out. Shocked. My heart beats heavy and my face flushes.

“She talks.” Sara mocks me as she goes back to kissing my nipples.

My embarrassment quickly passes. I’m feeling more comfortable with Sara. Feeling I have no need to be overly protective or embarrassed.

“You feel amazing.” I finally work up the courage to say.

Sara stands straight for a moment and looks into my eyes. She smiles, happy I’m enjoying my first time. She gives me a kiss.

“Just wait.” She starts kissing down my chin and trails own the center of my body. Long, slow kisses. My mind enjoying each kiss, wondering where he lips will go next. I wondered she’d end back at my nipples, but instead her lips trail further down.

When she passes my waist line I know her ultimate goal. I’m preparing myself for the feeling of those same soft lips to press against my pussy. I begin to get nervous again. Reverting back to my original feelings. I had looked forward to feeling her lips before, but I never imagined them trailing their way to my pussy. Never having had someone down there, the anticipation is building. That simmering desire has now added much more fuel and is turning into a burning passion. My abs tighten as my nervous begin to leave themselves. My legs get weak.

I can not describe it. The feeling I get when her lips finally touch the outside of my pussy. I immediately grab onto the shower bar as I know my legs are now mostly putty. It’s exciting to look down and see her head so close to it. I can not even look. I focus on the ceiling. “Oh fuck!” I shout. My other hand slaps my mouth.

Sara lets out a laugh, “Oh wow. You’re very sensitive. I haven’t even done anything yet. Are you really turned on?”

“Yes!” I say shortly, still focused on the ceiling. My head keeps nodding as I brace for more from her. I can not look down.

“Mmm, you must be soaking wet?” She asks seductively. Hoping it’ll send shivers down my back. It does.

“Probably! Fuck!” I say again, still staring at the ceiling and continue to nod.

“Hmm, let’s see.” And it hits me. Her tongue darts past my lips and into my pussy. One long smooth lick splits my slit from bottom to top, pushing hard against me.

“HOLY FUCK!” I should. My knuckles white from gripping the bar too tightly. I grabbed the shower rod with my other hand and lock to it tightly. My legs aren’t doing anything to keep me standing and this is all I can do to keep myself up. Sara gives me a moment to enjoy the wave that passes over me. My tightened nervous muscles are contrasted by the feeling of ecstasy that pulses from my pussy. The mixture of feelings is overpowering me.

“More?” Sara teases.

“Yes, please.” I beg. Sara enjoys the politeness. Her tongue goes back to work pushing past my lips and tasting how wet I am. The feeling of her tongue sliding inside me is amazing. I begin to pant and let out small moans. I realize this stuff encourages her and the more I do it the more wild she goes. Her tongue making it’s way to my clit pushes me to the edge and I begin to shake more.

Sara notices I’m going wild, “Let’s slide you down.” She holds my body and motions for me to slide down a small bench on the back of the shower wall. Mostly intended to hold people’s shower caddies, but it’s strong enough to hold me. It takes a bit of effort to coax my hands to release the bars. My muscles are so tight from her kisses and licks.

Sara moves my hands to her chest as she goes back to licking me. “Here, use this to get blood flowing again.” Her tits feel great. Firmer than mine. I lose myself playing with them until fingers sliding inside me knocks my focus back to her.

“Oh god.” I let out. She proceeds to lick my clit as two fingers slowly work their way into me. Perhaps sitting down and relaxing was what I needed because the nervousness is slowly melting away. My hands slow their shaking and my muscles relax a bit.

I lay back against the wall, letting my hands trail over my body. Enjoying the feeling of Sara exploring me down below. Each flick of her tongue builds more and more pressure. I can feel it building. I can feel what must be an orgasm starting to form inside. The sensation builds as she licks and fingers me.

“Faster.” I command.

Sara obliges and I can feel that sensation grow even more. Omg, she’s actually gonna make me cum in here. He finger twisting inside, her tongue gently circles my click. Then begins to click it.

I begin panting, breathing harder. Small moans grow into even larger ones. “Mmm… yes. Sara.”

She loves that I beg to her. And I can feel it makes her lick more passionately, working me faster.

My mind is lost in the whirlwind of sensations when I’m snapped from reality. The door to the room opens again. This time I know it’s the cleaning lady. The sound of opening trash bags and her cart being wheeled in gives it away. The look of shock and annoyance fills my face as I feel my missed chance as an orgasm from this interruption.

But Sara is not deterred, only pausing to mime for me to stay quiet as she goes back to licking me. Stay quiet? I think. I bite my lip, but her tongue is too much. I let out a small moan. Not loud enough to get caught, but enough to worry Sara. She pauses, looking around the shower stall and then stops. An idea hits her and she slides her panties down and offer her body with one hand. She makes sure not to break fingering me with the other.

My look of confusion greets her hand stuffing her panties into my mouth. She looks at me pleading and I accept. I know she was only trying give me something to moan into, but this one move alone will be the focus of a lot of my sexual adventures in the future. If anyone knew it all started here in this stall. The feeling of her soft cotton panties in my mouth and Sara’s focus back on me sets me close to the edge. I grip Sara’s hair and try my hardest to ride out my orgasms.

I feel it create. I feel my muscles starting to tense up again. My body shaking. My legs cramping as it builds and builds. My breathing deepens and I focus to control it. I’m gonna cum in this shower with Sara between my legs. A cleaning lady outside unknowing to what is going on beside the curtain.

It hits me. This time it’s the orgasm. My vision flashes white and my ears ring. Blood has rushed all over my body as the feeling wraps over every inch of my skin. Sara notices my body shaking and looks up seeing that she sent me over the edge. She starts to kiss me gently and massage my body with her hands. Letting me enjoy the feeling of her skin as I ride through the sensations.

The cleaning lady had left the room while I still struggle to uncramp all of my muscles. The feeling slowly marching it’s way back into me. Sara kneeling before me. Looking up at my face. Proud of her work. I stroke her hair gently.

“That was…” I begin.

“Amazing? Hah, I’m glad. I didn’t know that was your first. I’m glad I could give you a wild ride.” She jokes. Sara picks up her panties from the shower floor and steps into them while I still lay on the bench scrunched against the wall.

I sit forward, “Wait.. umm..” I grab her hand.

Sara looks up confused.

“Don’t… umm.. Hold on.. I.. umm.” I struggle to discover the words, glancing at her exposed pussy.

Sara follows my gaze and grins. “You want a taste?”

I look up at her, biting my lip. I nod.

[To be continued? Let me know and feel free to send me DMs/chat if you have any suggestions or feedback. I love knowing where I can improve.

Also, I’m a male, but I wrote this from the perspective of a female.]

NSFW: yes

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