she thought.
"Ok. Well, see you in a couple hours, then?" Maya offered.
Shannon nodded with what she hoped was a beaming smile.
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Later in the afternoon Shannon retreated into her bathroom, locking the door behind her with a satisfying click. Dorm rooms with private bathrooms had been on her requirements list while college hunting.
She removed her earbuds and rested two fingers on her neck, checking her pulse as she caught her breath. Her workout clothes were drenched from a long run around her new campus. Strands of sweat-soaked bangs clung to her forehead and temples.
Maya had just texted that she was joining a game of ultimate frisbee and would be out for a few more hours.
Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Shannon's heart fluttered with nervous excitement for tomorrow-finally starting classes. It felt like a world away from her four years at St. Helens High School. It was all a lot to process and she was grateful for the temporary escape that running provided.
The gray track t-shirt she had from high school clung to her body, plastered against her white sports bra. Her short blonde hair was pulled back into two low pigtails, but loose strands had escaped and stuck to her moistened skin. Shannon took a moment to study her petite figure in the mirror before sitting on the toilet to untie her shoes. Tugging at her white socks, she felt the relief of the air on her aching feet. She sat for a moment, catching her breath.
Sitting on the cool lid, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the way her crotch felt after running - damp and sticky. The longer inner lips between her legs rubbed together uncomfortably, while perspiration pooled up between her cheeks.
With a sigh, Shannon stood up and peeled off her t-shirt, taking another look at herself in the mirror. Her small nipples pressed against the fabric of her sports bra, making Shannon wish she had the confidence to run without a shirt like some of the other girls she had seen. After all, she didn't need much support for her small breasts anyway.
She peeled off her clingy bra, revealing bright red marks wrapping around her ribs where it had been digging in. The relief was instant and welcome.
Shannon rubbed at the lines for a moment. Then her short shorts and underwear came off with one motion as Shannon reached in to turn the shower on. The red lines around her hips weren't as bright. Shannon frowned for a minute at the sight of herself nude in the full-length mirror. She gently cupped her breasts, wishing they were fuller and less freckled.
As the water warmed up Shannon sat back down on the toilet, her elbows on her knees as a warm stream of urine escaped from between her thighs. Flushing, she finally stepped into the lukewarm shower, letting the water cascade over her body. Shannon closed her eyes and savored the feeling of coolness as it washed away the sweat and grime from her run. She released her pigtails and lathered up her hair, luxuriating in the sensation of water against her skin.
Sitting on the edge of the tub-the water still beating against her knees and thighs-she reached for her pink razor and carefully touched up any rough patches on her legs. Then she did her best to spread her knees apart and propped one leg up on the tub. Gently, she dragged the razor along the sensitive skin of her mound, removing all traces of stubble that ringed her lips. With each stroke, a familiar tingling sensation stirred inside her.
Finally, leaning over as far as she could without losing balance, Shannon used one hand to smooth out the skin around her asshole. The small hairs there always caused an uncomfortable itch if she didn't shave regularly or let them grow out completely. But having stray wisps of pubic hair around her asshole didn't seem like a great way to kick off her college career. Not that anyone would be seeing her asshole. But still. She delicately swiped at the stubble in her crack, feeling a slightly different sensation radiating from there.
Shannon quickly pulled her finger back and set down the razor, lathering up her hands. They would smell so strongly of her crotch whenever she explored herself, even if she washed them. She scrubbed even harder, wanting to make sure there was no smell in the morning left from her spreading the skin around her openings.
She felt a warm moisture deeper inside her, different from the sweat or the shower water. Her mind wandered to images of exploring what it felt like when she slid something inside her.
Not now
Shannon thought, turning off the water.
Despite her efforts, Shannon could still smell a faint scent of herself on her hands as she opened the shower curtain.
She held her massive white towel to her face as she stepped out of her tub. She had never shared a room with anyone before.
More and more often at night she had the urge to explore herself, trying to figure out what felt nice. But playing with herself in bed at night would no longer be an option, and she didn't want her new roommate wondering about long showers. Maybe she could find some time in the bathroom when her roommate was at class?
The dull throb between her legs was getting stronger these days, and part of her wanted to figure out what to do with it.
