Well,
crap!
I'd never minded showering with the guys before, and actually I pretty much enjoyed it. It had always been fun to see them getting turned on, especially the ones who'd wanted me but couldn't have me. But now that I had Dave, all of a sudden I didn't find the other guys in the shower nearly as exciting.
And it turned out not to be three guys, but four! Four girls, with four boyfriends, laughing it up and having a good old time. There were supposedly individual shower stalls in this gang bathroom, but the privacy curtains had disappeared long ago, and even the curtain rods were gone. I kept my back to the crowd, but that didn't make much difference: I was the tallest girl on the floor, and everyone who knew me could recognize me from behind. I heard a couple of the guys yell, "Hey, Marcy" to me, and all that I could do was wave.
Then it got worse: when I saw who the guys were, I knew that I'd gone out with two of them before. One of them, another guy named Dave, had the good sense not to say anything dumb while he was with the girl he'd spent last night with, but the other, a guy I only knew by his nickname, Crash - how the Hell do you get a nickname like that? - noticed when I did turn around that I'd quit shaving my pussy, and had to comment on me "letting her grow out again," like it was any of his fucking business. His girlfriend giggled, I guess because she was shaved bare as a baby's bottom. Finally, I got pissed and said, "Take a good look, 'cause an eyeful is all that you're going to get." I towel-dried my hair, toweled the rest of me off, and headed back to my dorm room, with just the towel wrapped around me; I didn't want to take the time to put on the oversized t-shirt I slept in back on.
Amanda was still in the room when I got back there, and I warned her that there were four guys in the bathroom, showering with their girlfriends. She was surprised that I was pissed about this, because she'd seen me showing off deliberately in the past. Heck, half of the adjoining floors' guys had seen me in the shower before, and I had never hurried back out of the shower before just because there were guys in there; she teased me that I must really have it bad for Dave if this stuff bothered me now. I was still wrapped in my towel, blow-drying my hair when I told her to call Eric and see if he wanted to shower with her.
"Nope, at least not yet. I told you that I'm taking it slow with him."
"Well, I don't notice you running to the showers, to show off for those four other guys, either."
"Marcy, I do need a shower, but I've still got a little time before I have to take one. No sense me messing up stuff for their girlfriends."
"Yeah, that's an excuse." Amanda could tell that I was still a bit pissed, and the subject got dropped.
"You still going camping tonight, still being on the rag and all?"
"Dave said it would be OK, that I just had to stow the used tampons in an air-tight baggie, so the bears wouldn't smell them."
"Bears? You're going out camping where there are
bears
in the woods?"
I laughed at that, and told her I'd ragged Dave about trying to turn me into Purina Bear Chow. I had a few minutes before I had to leave for class, so I checked the forecast on my phone and picked out the right clothes for a couple of days out in the woods; The Weather Channel mentioned that there was a good chance of rain, and that might not be fun. At least Amanda hadn't asked me if I was going to screw Dave while I was still on my period, because I didn't have an answer for that one myself yet. I guessed that if he wanted to, I would, but I wasn't sure just how we'd avoid a mess in the tent if we did. For all the screwing around that I've done, I never have during my period before.
Class dragged on and on today, but at least I had all of my papers done and handed in on time. I got lucky in that none of my professors assigned much homework for over the weekend, so I wouldn't have to worry about that when I wanted to spend time with my boyfriend.
I got done at 2:00, and texted Dave to see where he was.
Heading over to the Student Center, hoping to walk you back to my place.
OK, that worked, and I texted back that I'd be there in ten minutes. There is a big TV lounge inside, with a 60-inch high def TV always going, and that's where I caught up with him. I liked greeting him with a kiss, because I knew that he liked being seen with me. Yeah, he was kind of modest and kind of shy, but he was still a guy, and he liked showing off that he had a cute girlfriend.
Still, while maybe I was cute, I hadn't been making much of an effort at it. Oh, I knew that being 5'9 and skinny caught peoples' eyes, but I had been dressing simply, just jeans and shirts, my hair pulled back in a ponytail, and I hadn't been bothering with make-up since last Friday night. Dave liked it, and I was noticing that I was getting just as much attention from other people as I did when I dressed fancier and wore my warpaint. That kind of boosted my own ego some.
We were headed up Rose Street, on the way to his apartment when the clouds started to roll in. By the time we got to Dave's place it was starting to sprinkle, and he asked me if maybe there was something else I'd like to do for the weekend, since the forecast was so iffy.
Well, there had been one thing on my mind, and it had kind of worried me, but I took the plunge. "Yeah, there is something else I'd like to do, if you think that you're ready for it." I know that I had a serious look on my face, and it was obvious that Dave was concerned.
"Uh oh, what?" Dave was fumbling with his apartment door lock.
"OK, first I need to tell you about something that happened this morning. I went in to get my shower this morning, and after I was already in there, under the shower, four guys and their girlfriends came in to shower and play around as well. I mean, nothing happened between me and them, but the guys spent plenty of time eyeballing me."
"Is that what the dorms are like?" Dave asked me.
"Pretty much, yeah. Blanding is a coed dorm, with men and women on alternating floors, and yeah, stuff like that happens kind of a lot. Not every day, mind you, but a lot, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. Does this bother you?"