If he could have smiled, he would have, because the first thing he saw was Tiffany Sanders, naked, soaped up, under the nearest shower head. But smile he could not. In fact, as he and Sarah made their way through the naked soapy beauties, he was struggling with the fact that he couldn't feel aroused! Sarah's (and his) eyes lingered on each of the girls, watching them wash, water glistening on their bodies, but no stir would his penis make.
Instead, other sensations began to fill him. Looking at Tiffany, he felt a sense of jealousy over her huge breasts. When his eyes hit Martha Gibbs, pride filled him as he saw her flabby ass. His brief evaluation of Hannah Roper filled him with anger, the word slut popping into his consciousness.
He barely knew these girls, so confusion was the other thing that hit his mind. Where were these thoughts coming from? His body was on autopilot as his and Sarah's hands touched, both turning the water on for their shower. They stood very close, body's touching, as they tried to each get their share of the water. They soaped up their bodies, enjoying the feel of the warm water running over them. Sarah and Jon closed their eyes and let their minds wander for a moment.
Into Jon's (and Sarah's) mind formed an image of Biff Meadows; Biff who Jon had been forced to kiss outside on the field. Suddenly, the arousal that Jon had hoped to feel earlier looking at the girls arrived, but not for the reason he hoped. His mind began to panic as his penis began to harden. Stop! he shouted at his mind, but to no avail. He knew that Sarah was sharing his arousal, as a quiet, barely perceivable moan escaped from both of their mouths.
Sarah's hand led Jon's down to their privates. In the guise of soaping up, they spent some time rubbing their privates in soapy hands. Jon was disgusted with himself. He couldn't believe his situation. The only consulation was that soon this whole ordeal would be over. He estimated that he and Sarah had been showering for fifteen minutes when finally she snapped out of the sexual fantasy that she had forced on him, rinsed off, and turned off the water. They each grabbed a towel, wrapped it around their bodies under their armpits, and walked back to their shared locker.
With less than fifteen minutes to go in the wish, Jon felt a sense of relief. What else could she possibly do to him with just a quarter of an hour to go?
