Kristen, you sound just scrumptious. I wrote this story for you ... Next time you come skating down my way, you’ve got a place to stay ... Kristen’s 19, and Sally’s 23, and what a pair they’d make...

It was 6 A.M. when Kristen hit the showers. She had an 8 o’clock class ... what was it? Anthropology? God, why did she sign up for that subject? Oh well, she needed an easy elective. How else was she going to maintain her busy social schedule? As the hot water beat softly against her supple skin, the fog started to clear from her head and she remembered that she wasn’t in her private shower back home.

She lives in a college dormitory now and the showers were all open to each other. “Why don’t they provide a little privacy around here?” Oh well, Kristen secretly enjoyed this new lack of privacy anyway. Sometimes she found herself wondering, with a certain sense of excitement, just who would be joining her in the shower each morning. She would cast her eyes shyly to the floor and become very quiet as she struggled to find an excuse to look at her bathing partner.

Just how long do normal women look at each other in the buff? Would anyone suspect anything if her eyes stopped momentarily to appreciate certain portions of the female anatomy? Kristen often worried about this.

After all, she only dated men. She had never been to bed with another woman. She thought of herself as quite heterosexual. And yet? Oh God, what was she going to do with these new feelings?

Kristen’s troubling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another shower being turned on. Startled, she glanced across the tiled floor to the shower opposite her. It was little Sally. Actually, little Sally wasn’t so little. She was only about 5 feet 1 inches tall, but she had round firm breasts the size of cantaloupes. Kristen and Sally said good morning to each other politely and then looked away.

Kristen reached for her soap and worked up a lather. Her hands went to her own breasts which were quite nice also. She felt aroused, and her nipples were erect. She started to feel embarrassed. She pulled her hands away from these sensitive organs and began to wash her stomach and arms. She dared to sneak another quick look at Sally.

Sally was bent over reaching for her bottle of shampoo on the floor. Her back was turned towards Kristen and the view left nothing to the imagination. Little Sally was wide open. Kristen’s soapy hands darted back and forth over her own swollen genitals. She thought, “What am I doing? This is just silly” But the more Kristen thought about Sally’s body, and noticed the sexy way she moved, the more turned on she got.

Kristen’s embarrassment was beginning to turn to guilt. She wondered what Sally would think of her if she knew how sexually aroused the sight of her nakedness had made her. Oh, how she longed to touch her just once, to press her lips against hers hard! To wrap her hands around Sally’s gorgeous tits and suck each nipple into her mouth. Would Sally become wet? Would she want more? Or would she tell everyone that Kristen was a freak and that they should keep their doors locked?

Kristen became very frightened by such thoughts. For a moment she lost her sexual desire and retreat into a secret corner of her mind.

Sally abruptly ended such an escape with “Do you have any conditioner?” She was all cheery and wide eyed standing directly in front of Kristen. Her beautiful breasts heaved with a little girlish sigh. Kristen stumbled for words as she handed Sally the bottle of conditioner. “Sure uh here you are uh.” Sally said thanks in the same cheery fashion as before, and gently tweaked Kristen’s left nipple, turned and went back to her own shower.

Kristen was totally stunned. ‘Why had Sally touched her nipple? What did she mean by it? Was she just joking around or does she entertain some of the same sexual fantasies I do?’ Now Kristen was determined to find out if Sally was as sexually aroused as she was.

To hell with what others might find out or think of her. She wanted Sally, now in the worst way and if there was any chance ... well, the risk is worth it.

Kristen walked deliberately towards Sally. As she approached, Sally turned and smiled. “Need your conditioner back?” she asked. Kristen hesitantly took the bottle from Sally’s hand and as she did her eyes fell upon her breasts. They were so round and firm, and they stood there at attention as if asking to be admired. Kristen’s free hand reached for Sally’s right breast. She gently cupped it and began tracing circles around it with her fingers not looking at anything but the one breast, hoping that Sally wouldn’t strike her hand away.

Sally stiffened a little at first but offered no resistance to Kristen’s advances. As she continued to massage Sally’s breast with her left hand, Kristen dropped the bottle of conditioner which created any echoy sound in the shower stall. She brought her right hand to Sally’s other breast and squeezed and fondled both ... she had admired them for so long.