Here's a conclusion for Ryan and Kathleen, at last! Please enjoy. The end was trickier than it should have been, so any thoughts or comment are appreciated.
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Ryan slammed the bike into the rack and quickly uncoiled the locking cable. He hated being late, even though it seemed he often was.
He'd pushed the pace for the whole ride, so now he felt grimy and sweaty. As he grabbed his panniers and hurried into the university services building (the 'Union') he checked his watch to judge if he had time to manage a shower.
He stopped dead. He was just about one hour early.
He checked his watch again, but he knew it was right. The lunchtime crowds were still there and it was an afternoon lecture. Ah well, more time for a shower, he supposed. He walked through the double doors into the building.
As he walked in, he noticed Kathleen. She seemed to start as he noticed her, Or perhaps he was imagining it. He was pleased to see her.
"This is a nice surprise!" he said. "Did you know I'd be here?"
"I... umm, I know you always put your bike there. I thought I might see you if I wait..."
Ryan was a bit puzzled by her disjointed reply, but he let it go. He pointed over to the reception counter. "Well, it's good to see you." It was - more than he expected. "I thought I was late. Turns out I'm an hour early. I'm just going to get a towel."
At the news he had time to spare, Kathleen's eyes lit up. She smiled, then looked questioning at the mention of a towel.
"You can get one to use if you leave your card as a deposit. I've got time for a wash now, so do you want to wait a bit in the café and I'll make myself more presentable."
"Can I, can I watch?"
Ryan froze. Kathleen looked astonished she had said such a thing. In the late lunchtime bustle the question seemed to hang there. Ryan started to ponder it; oh man, we are getting it on! said one voice in his head. Another said, is this really a good idea? Take it easy, she was a demure virgin a few days ago. His body had decided already. Ah well.
"I guess, why not? It's usually quiet there in the afternoon. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?" That made them both laugh.
In the shower room, he checked the coast was clear, then called her in. Kathleen walked past the toilet stalls to a tiled space with four shower heads. This amazed her.
"Do boys just shower together all the time?"
Ryan hadn't given it a lot of thought. "Yeah, I guess we do." He pointed to two shower cubicles past the communal area. "You can have some privacy if you want it. Let's go there!"
Two persons made it crowded in the single cubicle. Ryan had to stand in the shower and hand his clothes to Kathleen, whose grin grew bigger as he handed over each item. Ryan grew more self-conscious with each item and started to think this was not a good idea after all. But something warm in Kathleen's smile made him push on.
Naked, he faced the taps and ran the hot water, through his hair, down his face and over his bare chest. Absently he closed his eyes and turned to let the water play across his shoulders. He soaped himself down his front and between his legs.
Someone giggled. His eyes snapped open - he'd briefly forgotten he wasn't alone.
"You got bigger when you did that! Do it again!"
He washed and rubbed his cock again. It was longer but not hard yet.
"Mmm, more still!" Kathleen approved.
"No - you do it!" The sense of being watched and admired was adding to Ryan's arousal. He wasn't going to stay submissive.
She stared at his cock, then leant forward to it. He stepped partly out of the water so she wouldn't get wet. Tentatively she held it in her fingers, rolling the outer skin around and along its length. She tugged the foreskin over the head and felt the flesh swelling.
"Nice. A bit faster."
It was now rigid and standing straight out from his torso. She looked at the dreamy smile on his face. She moved closer.
Their lips met. Ryan was surprised at the soft sensation. They kissed softly. Warm water ran through his hair, over his face and between their lips. They kissed more urgently as she caressed his cock. She moved off his face and he could see her eyes twinkle and the corners of her mouth turned up. She changed the position of her hand. He felt her fingers sliding on his skin.
Kathleen was enjoying her effect on him, he could see. Her eyes, her kisses, her little hand on his shaft, the warm water, everything was leading him up to his climax.
"Are you close to coming? Are you coming soon? Come for me!" Kathleen's eyes had a naughty twinkle in them now.
He was. He came, muscles rigid, breath stopped. Kathleen pressed on, making his whole body twitch.
He could barely stand in the shower, which was still running. In a half-daze he watched her use his towel to dry her face and hands and pat down her breasts where some water had splashed.
"I'll be seeing you in the Downstairs Café, after your class," she said with a cheeky look. Then she was gone.
*****
Ryan went to his lecture, but couldn't focus. The events in the shower kept floating into his mind. He noticed his feelings too, when seeing Kathleen's look as she worked on him, or his pleasure at simply running into her. He liked to write his lecture notes on paper (it let him draw linking arrows, or circles round important concepts); this time he was just doodling in the margins.
The lecturer was discussing the ancient Egyptian life-spirit, the ka. Ryan wrote it down as kathleen.
*****
He hurried across to the Union Building as soon as he could. He couldn't see her in the café at first, and for a moment disappointment rose up in him. The he saw her, head down, reading intently. He went up to her.
"Ah, it's fine to see you!" she said with her deep laugh. "This book is so funny, I'm embarrassing myself laughing so much!" She showed him the cover.
"'Three Men in a Boat'. That's unusual reading - or is it a set text?"
"Oh no, it was recommended to me, and I'm enjoying it a lot." If she realised the assumption he'd made about her, she didn't show it.
"Another coffee?" He decided he needed to reset his approach after that gaffe.
Coffees on the table, they sat in awkward silence at first, neither sure how to move on. Ryan decided they'd have to go somewhere.
"Umm, thanks for the special shower!" he ventured. "That was pretty new for me. Had you done that before?"
Kathleen gave her deep chuckle. "God no! If you knew how far that was from my earlier life..."
And so Ryan learnt some of Kathleen's story, of growing up in Ireland with strict but loving parents, of being taught by the nuns ("The nuns were good, really. The lay staff were hopeless."), of not really knowing what boys were. "Hardly even heard any naughty words. My sex education was almost non-existent. I reckon I was taught abstinence education before it was a thing! I didn't really know what it was, sex. I surely didn't know how much fun it could be!
"We left Ireland as I started high school. I didn't tune in much, just studied. When I got to uni, well, everyone seem to be thinking about it, talking about it... when I joined the choir - that was SUCH a bad influence!
"I loved the choir, even if with all the relationship lotto." A clever way to put it, thought Ryan. "I tried to fit in, but somehow I often end up annoying them, like your mates at the party.
