"Sounds nice," said John. "I'd love to join you."
"Great!" beamed Janice. "Let's go get dressed."
As John and Janice wandered to the lockers, all the women in the shower room smiled at him, winking and asking if he always came to the showers at the same time. John was surprised by the outpouring of interest, but certainly didn't mind. At the lockers, all the women just entering took in John's nudity, furtively looking to his face now and then to smile at him.
Some guys were beginning to enter as well: they looked at John with something like disinterest, but they didn't seem happy about the interest the girls were showing John, and weren't interacting as playfully with the girls as when John entered. John shrugged it off mentally.
Janice was still riding her high from her orgasm, and gently kneaded her breasts as she unlocked her locker. It seemed that she was one of the girls who brought clothes to the locker room, but it seems she doesn't wear much: she put on a short plaid skirt, and a white cotton T-shirt, without underwear. The shirt is about one size too small: it strains to contain her bust and her aereolas show right through. "No need to hide my best assets," she jokes good-naturedly as you comment on them. John reflected that his wish about people not minding being seen naked has relaxed people's attitudes, you reflect.
Feeling that he overdressed, John wished for his locker to contain a button down shirt and a kilt, with soft enough lining underneath so that his cockhead wouldn't get irritated when he got hard looking at what he expected to be a plethora of female forms. Janice nodded approvingly at his choice of clothing. "I like a man who leaves open access," she said saucily.
On the way to the food court, Janine chatted with John about the experience in the showers. "God, that was intense. I don't know why men are so shy about masturbating in public," she said. "Even in the showers, where it's easy to keep everything clean. I remember jilling myself off with my friends every time we went to the pool, trying to get the boys to jack off for us too." She reached a hand under her skirt, lifting the front enough for John to see her absentmindedly tug at the hairs at the top of her pubic thatch. "They loved to watch and got hard and everything, but they always complained that they didn't like doing it in public. It's not really fair. Why not, John?"
A few guys in the courtyard looked a little embarrassed at the conversation as John and Janice walked past. John vaguely realized that they were much more dressed than him, or the women on campus. He found Janine's conversation weird, but sexy. "I don't know. I really like the idea of women watching me jack off." He tried to turn the subject to something more interesting. "Of course, I prefer doing other things with naked women."
Janine blushes. "Maybe later, we've just met." She smiled nervously at John, but didn't seem very enthusiastic. John was confused, but Janine did her best to recover the conversation.
"But I love watching a man come," Janine continued. "It's so powerfully sexy, watching a guy like you spray his semen all over the place. My guy friends would only wank for me in private, or with a few really close friends. My brothers did it for me and my sister Anne, too, and I had this one cousin who liked to make Anne and me come in the park, by ejaculating on trees when we went on picnics. I don't know why guys are so shy about beating themselves off in public. Why is that, John?"
"Um, I don't know," John said, uneasy with the strange conversation. He wasn't thinking of family gatherings when he made his wish, and what was all this about guys being more reluctant than girls to masturbate in public? (Not that John really wanted to see that, but it seemed to contradict what he wished for.)
John and Janine arrived at the food court, and went to a stall where a smiling red-head greeted them. John was surprised to see that the cashiers all wore dark eye-shadow, purple lip-stick, and white latex tops which exposed their mid-riffs. They looked like cheap prostitutes. Then he saw the mascot, and realized that this was a chain he had never seen: a similarly violet-lipped, latex-clad vixen, wearing only a short apron, smiling smokily at the viewer and fingering herself.
"Welcome to Tanya's," the red-head sang formulaically, "home of the Tangy Taco. What's your pleasure, hon?" she says, smiling coquettishly at you.
John was too surprised to react. |