Jess, the redhead, looked up at John. Her face was still flush with lust, but there was something else there.
"Oh god," she said, awkwardly rising to her feet. "Um. I really enjoyed that," she said, "but I just want to let you know that I don't usually do things like this. I have a boyfriend, and," she mumbled.
She suddenly glanced around at the shower. (Oh god, we're in public,) she whimpered.
Realization dawned on John, and after half a second he noticed all the girls in the shower suddenly looking awkwardly away and hiding themselves from their neighbors. The girls could not resist watching, but once the erotic display ended, they were being very self-conscious of the fact that they had been masturbating in front of everyone else. Or in Jess' case, much more.
John had to make a quick decision before the red-headed vision beside him started having a panic attack. He decided that women would only be *slightly* self-conscious about sexual behavior when aroused: he liked the idea of women rubbing themselves in public, but being embarrassed about catching themselves doing it. He also didn't want the complications that came with intruding into other people's relationships, so he decided that any woman he played with sexually would not think of it either as being unfaithful or as necessarily leading to anything more.
John saw the other women in the shower room turning to each other and exchanging only slightly embarrassed smiles, glancing knowingly and bashfully towards John and his companion. For her part, Jess started relaxing. "Um, yeah. I just don't want you thinking that I'm this girl who goes around giving guys I don't know blow-jobs in the shower. I don't know what came over me."
"Hey, I'm not complaining," said John warmly. "By the way, my name's John. Nice to meet you," he said.
Jess laughed and extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, John," she chuckled as they shook hands. "Hey, would you like to..." |