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Chapter Two: Shower Surprise

I tried to sleep that night, but couldn't. Memories of the day's events played in a continuous loop on the movie screen of my mind. Mikuru's naked body, those full ripe breasts, that firm round bottom, those toned, shapely legs, her kissing me. Followed soon after by the texture of Haruhi's tongue, the teasing of her soft lips, the care with which she'd blown me, her tenderness and warmth.

Thanks to a busted heater, I'd experienced one of the most amazing days of my life. As I lay on my back, my dick poked through the front slit of my pajama pants and stood as rigid as a telephone pole. Irresistible, she'd called it.

I wished she was here to "take care of business" again, but she wasn't, so I fapped into a sock while imagining she was.

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The next morning, the girl sitting behind me in homeroom acted as if nothing had happened. She took back her key without comment. I played along.

As the day progressed, my memory of the event faded to the point where I could almost concentrate on classwork. I especially looked forward to PE.

A dose of vigorous exercise will clear my mind.

A crisp, cool day greeted us outside on the athletic fields. I ran several laps around the track full tilt. It felt good to release all my pent-up energy. Alternately walking, jogging, and sprinting, I circled the track till the very last minute, staying out long after my classmates had returned to the locker room.

When I finally called it quits and returned to the gym, I had the locker room all to myself. I checked the wall clock. I had just enough time to rinse and make it to class. I stripped off my gym clothes, hopped into the shower, and set the hot water stream to full blast. Thirty seconds of rinsing followed by thirty seconds of drying followed by thirty seconds of dressing, and I'd be on my way.

In the midst of my rinse, the closet door opened and a girl stepped out. Dressed in her gym tights and t-shirt, Ruma Stretta approached.

Ruma was a super-cute classmate with a reputation for getting into trouble. I considered her the less brainy, more slutty version of Haruhi. Ruma liked tattoos, smoking, and cutting class. Hence, she spent a good deal of time in suspension.

"What are you doing in the men's locker room?" I asked.

She joined me in the shower. "It's my job to mop this place up after school as part of my detention chores, so I know this room really well. I drilled a peephole in that door over there." She pointed to the closet. "When I have time, I sneak in to watch you guys showering."

"Why did you ditch your hiding place?"

"I really don't know. I just couldn't help myself." She got on her knees for a close-up look at my penis. "There's something different about you today." She took it into her hands, stroked it, and glanced up. "Have you been working out?"

"No, not really."

She kissed my dick. "I've seen this guy a million times and he's always been one of my favorites, but nothing super-special. Until now."

My manhood hardened in response to her loving attention. "What's changed about him?" I asked, adopting Ruma's custom of talking about my dick as if it were a person.

"I don't know why, but he's shot to the top of the charts. He's the best of the best. I can't help myself. I've got to have him."

I recalled what Haruhi told me yesterday and asked, "Would you say he's irresistible?"

She answered my question by pulling my dick into her mouth.

It was a surreal moment. As hot water drenched the two of us and steam rose from the floor, Ruma sucked me off in an almost worshipful way. I considered telling her to stop, that her actions weren't appropriate — for about a tenth of a second. Ruma was hot, and she possessed major oral skills.

My knees buckled when I climaxed. I gushed profusely. Ruma tried but couldn't handle it. My dick popped out of her mouth and sprayed cum all over her clothes, face, and hair. To my surprise, she received my semen spray as if I'd anointed her with the whipped cream of the gods.

Eventually, the stream subsided.

"Your uniform," I said, feeling bad about the mess. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?" Her face formed a quizzical expression. "Would you like me to take it off?"

"Would you?"

"I'll do anything you say."

"No, no." I shook my head. "That's not necessary. What I mean is that I feel bad for messing it up."

"No big deal." She giggled. "I'm in the shower and it's just a gym suit."

The class bell rang. "You better get going. A bunch of guys will be walking in here any minute, and they might get the wrong idea."

The kneeling girl holding my dick in her hands and covered with my cum gave me another quizzical look. "You mean they might not think that I just blew you?"

"Let me rephrase that. I think it might be wise to keep this episode secret."

She looked around. "Oh, yeah. You're right." She hugged my legs and kissed my dick, then rose and hurried to the exit. "Thanks a ton for letting me suck you off, Kyon," she said over her shoulder. "I'll see you around, okay?"

"Okay."

As the next PE class filtered in, I dried and dressed as quickly as possible. When I arrived late for my Algebra class, the teacher gave me a warning.

It was worth it.