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Fuck. I got shampoo in my eye for the zillionth time. I lifted my head and flushed the eye with water. It still stung a bit, but I found this better than the residents of the fiery seventh circle of Hell having a pitchfork party in my eyeball. I finished washing the shampoo out of my hair and watched as it swirled down the drain and the hot water from the showerhead rained down on my bare neck. I distantly heard the door to the bathroom open and I tensed. The three stalls in the girl's bathroom were full, but I absolutely HAD to take a shower. I had gathered my shower stuff and headed towards the unlabelled bathroom. Conceivably, anyone could enter this bathroom, and they did. My heart beat faster every time I heard the squeak of the hinges, I freaked out a little. Not only was it scary not knowing if the person that had just entered was male or female, but it was also equally nerve-wracking to think that there could be a boy that I didn't know so close to me while I was naked. Now, I know that they had no way of knowing that I was a girl unless they looked closely at my purple toenails, but the thought still gave me the heebie-jeebies.

This latest visitor alarmed me even further, since, in addition to the sound of the door squeaking, I heard bare footsteps coming toward the shower section. I froze, the water running down my body, onto my "purple potion" toes, down the drain. I heard the footsteps pause, and I didn't dare to check and see how far my guest had gotten. Then I heard the scrape of metal on metal as a shower curtain was pulled back. I exhaled. Unless I was very much mistaken, the curtain was the one in the stall next to mine. I turned to face the curtain separating my shower stall from the dressing area beyond, which in turn, I knew, was protected by another shower curtain. I let the water flow over me, tilting my head back and letting it pour down my hair. I closed my eyes.

Then, strangely, I felt a draft of cold air. My eyes snapped open to see first the metal rings on my shower curtain all to one side, then the short bristles and uncertain face of my downstairs neighbor, and finally his body, feet stepping hesitantly into my shower. His naked body. My eyes were wide with shock. I couldn't move. He looked self-conscious as I stared at him, an affliction that I had never before acquainted with this burly soldier. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, then returned to my face, a new determination in them. His hand shot to my waist and he pulled our bodies together. Our lips met, hot water rushing over us, saturating his skin. His hands were on my back, pressing me to him. My hands were on his chest. Honestly, I was still surprised. He moved his hands up to my arms as he pulled away from me. When I looked up at him, he seemed unsure, but then I smiled and he returned it.

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Fuck. I got shampoo in my eye for the zillionth time. I lifted my head and flushed the eye with water. It still stung a bit, but I found this better than the residents of the fiery seventh circle of Hell having a pitchfork party in my eyeball. I finished washing the shampoo out of my hair and watched as it swirled down the drain and the hot water from the showerhead rained down on my bare neck. I distantly heard the door to the bathroom open and I tensed. The three stalls in the girl's bathroom were full, but I absolutely HAD to take a shower. I had gathered my shower stuff and headed towards the unlabelled bathroom. Conceivably, anyone could enter this bathroom, and they did. My heart beat faster every time I heard the squeak of the hinges, I freaked out a little. Not only was it scary not knowing if the person that had just entered was male or female, but it was also equally nerve-wracking to think that there could be a boy that I didn't know so close to me while I was naked. Now, I know that they had no way of knowing that I was a girl unless they looked closely at my purple toenails, but the thought still gave me the heebie-jeebies.

This latest visitor alarmed me even further, since, in addition to the sound of the door squeaking, I heard bare footsteps coming toward the shower section. I froze, the water running down my body, onto my "purple potion" toes, down the drain. I heard the footsteps pause, and I didn't dare to check and see how far my guest had gotten. Then I heard the scrape of metal on metal as a shower curtain was pulled back. I exhaled. Unless I was very much mistaken, the curtain was the one in the stall next to mine. I turned to face the curtain separating my shower stall from the dressing area beyond, which in turn, I knew, was protected by another shower curtain. I let the water flow over me, tilting my head back and letting it pour down my hair. I closed my eyes.

Then, strangely, I felt a draft of cold air. My eyes snapped open to see first the metal rings on my shower curtain all to one side, then the short bristles and uncertain face of my downstairs neighbor, and finally his body, feet stepping hesitantly into my shower. His naked body. My eyes were wide with shock. I couldn't move. He looked self-conscious as I stared at him, an affliction that I had never before acquainted with this burly soldier. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, then returned to my face, a new determination in them. His hand shot to my waist and he pulled our bodies together. Our lips met, hot water rushing over us, saturating his skin. His hands were on my back, pressing me to him. My hands were on his chest. Honestly, I was still surprised. He moved his hands up to my arms as he pulled away from me. When I looked up at him, he seemed unsure, but then I smiled and he returned it.