Katie's sneakers squeaked loudly, echoing in the empty gym, as she launched herself into the air. Her eyes glanced at the ball, passed expertly just inches away from the net, and in just a fraction of a second she whipped her arm around and smashed the ball into the other side of the court. As she landed, she wiped the sweat from her brow and glanced over at her teammate, Megan.
"Great set. One more?" Katie asked.
Megan groaned. "You said that like 15 minutes ago. I'm pooped. I think my arms are literally about to turn into noodles. Even Coach left like an hour ago."
Katie looked around at the gym; half the lights turned off, and all the equipment cleaned up except for the few stray balls the pair had been using to practice.
"Fine, fine. Sorry, you know I get carried away."
Megan grabbed a few balls scattered about beneath her feet and began to carry them towards the closet. "You're lucky you're cute." She teased. It was quiet for a moment as they both began to pick up. "And, ya know, I guess that's why you're the team's best hitter. Someone's got to step up, or we'll never beat Northwestern University."
It only took a minute for the two to pick up the remaining volleyballs and make it to the locker room. Megan took no time stripping out of her sweaty attire, having dumped it unceremoniously on the floor outside of her locker. Katie slowly took her sneakers and socks off and sat on the bench, massaging her sore feet, and watched as Megan grabbed her shower bag and a towel. Megan turned, wearing just a pink thong and the towel draped over her shoulder for decency, and raised her eyebrows.
"Showering tonight?"
Katie nodded. "Yeah, yeah, you know I'm always slow to the showers. Don't use all the hot water before I make it in there."
Megan, clearly tired, gave only a faint smile but hurried off into the locker room.
Katie groaned, exhausted, and laid down on the bench. She was used to being the last one here, even with Megan often staying late as well. Katie would so often still be taking off her shoes by the time Megan was done showering. She enjoyed the quiet, the time to relax alone to reflect on her hitting...
But tonight, she sat up after just a minute. She was tired, moreso than usual, and willed herself to stand and strip. She grabbed her towel, and wearing only her black thong, headed after her friend.
She heard the crashing of the water as she approached the showers. Katie hung her towel next to Megan's outside, stripped out of her underwear, and entered the shower, letting the buzzing sound fill her head as she turned on the water and began to zone out to the heat.
...Buzzing?
She opened her eyes at the same time that Megan whipped around, a large pink vibrator in hand. Her cheeks were clearly flush. "Katie? Wha...?! Sorry, I didn't expect... You're always..."
The words spilled out of Megan's mouth as she struggled to explain herself. Or.. come up with anything. She was completely vulnerable--bare-naked, in the middle of an open shower, with nowhere to hide her embarrassment or even the vibrator, still droning on in her hand.
Katie, for her part, wasn't exactly helping. She stood in the shower unmoving, her eyes darting from Megan's face to the vibrator, towards Megan's pussy, and then back to her eyes. She wasn't sure what to say or do. She'd, honestly, never seen a vibrator in person before; she'd always just been a little too prude to research something like that. There was a curiosity that she felt in her chest - but the only emotion she was able to show outwardly was sympathetic embarrassment.
"I, uh... do you want... Should I come back later?" Katie finally managed to squeak out.
