It was 6 A.It was 6 A.M. when Ann 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 young and 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, Ann secretly enjoyed the lack of privacy. 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 female anatomy? Ann often worried herself. After all, she only dated men. She had never been to bed with another woman. She thought of herself as quite heterosexual. |