NOTE: The Coeds is a series of short stories (some longer than others) about the sexual exploits of six freshman girls at a fictional college. The stories are organized by character, and, occasionally, the same story is told from multiple perspectives (see separate Overview of Characters). Although it draws inspiration from real-life events (and some of the stories are not too far off), the names and locations have been changed to protect the horny, and it's meant to be a sensationalized parody of college life.
All characters are over the age of 18 at all times described herein.
Maggie's Shower Buddy
Zach was a California boy from outside of San Diego. He lived on my floor (the guys and girls had separate wings), so we had gone out a few times together with a big group from the dorm, but he and I hadn't really had a chance to talk or get to know one another.
About a month into the school year, and really late (like 1 a.m), I went to take a shower. I wrapped my towel tightly around my slender frame, with my perky breasts pushing up at the top, and grabbed my shower caddy. I was just heading down the hall when I ran into Zack outside of the bathroom.
The boys and girls bathrooms were adjacent to one another (I guess for plumbing reasons), which predictably resulted in you running into the opposite sex in your towel. Although I was kind of surprised to run into anyone given how late it was.
Zach's towel was wrapped around his lower half just below the sharp angles of his pelvis. It was low enough that I could see the top edge of his neatly trimmed pubic hair peeking out. It was the first time I had noticed how fit he was, with washboard abs and a long, lanky surfer's body.
He smiled and said hello; and then said something like, "looking good Maggie" (I can't remember the words he used exactly, but it was kind of flirty). I smiled back and we both entered our respective bathrooms.
I turned on the shower, but Zach's flirtatious comment stuck in my mind. I caught myself thinking about his hard, toned body—I was so horny. I needed a good fuck. I decided to pay him a visit.
I wrapped my towel around my body, peeked out into the hallway to make sure no one was watching, and then snuck into the boys' bathroom next door. At that hour, the place was abandoned except for one stall where Zach was showering. Steam was pouring out of the top of the tile stall, which was closed off by a flimsy shower curtain.
I tiptoed over to the stall and was about to announce my presence when I heard Zach moaning softly inside. It was a familiar, pleasurable moaning; I immediately knew what was going on. Quietly, I moved a little closer, so I could peek in through the loose flap of the shower curtain and see him. Zach was positioned under the steamy stream with his hand wrapped firmly around and stroking his nice, stiff cock.
"Eh hem," I coughed exaggeratedly, to alert Zach to my presence. He instinctually spun away from me, concealing his boner. "You look like you could use a hand," I said smiling. He looked at me over his shoulder as I removed my towel and stepped into the stall uninvited (I was pretty confident Zach wouldn't mind).
"Oh shit," he said smiling. "Come right in," he said as he turned around slowly to face me. He glanced down at his pulsing erection and then back up at me.
