Maggie, Book 1, Chapter 12

They got themselves completely naked—she already was—but she had Max strip down to nothing. His cock stuck straight up between his legs looking like it might burst. She laughed when she saw it. They got robes on, big fluffy things, both hers, grabbed toiletries, put slippers on, an extra pair of hers squeezed onto Max’s feet. Hand in hand, they calmly strolled the hall, her toothbrush stuck in her cheek and her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Down to the end of the hall, past the metal doors and up two half-flights of stairs. The windows in the stairwell, looked south over the parking lot and Woolworth Hall and the Athletic Field, the fiery fall wooded hills of Vermont beyond. It was a nice day out there. The weather like a sign of promise. Matching this new direction in her relationship with Max. Something of promise. She wasn’t going to have sex with Jay. But it sure was fun to pretend. It got her so wet to imagine. And to know Max would be okay? ...A little weird that he was aroused by it. Kinky though, and she was starting to think she might like kinky.

They opened the blue metal doors of the fourth floor and went through that hall. Busy at this time of day. More than a few people headed to the showers as well to get ready to go out tonight and have some fun. There were two bathrooms on the fourth, both co-ed. It could depend on the year whether it was or not. The floor could be co-ed but the votes cast could make the two bathrooms segregated. Somebody said that hadn’t been the case for about ten years now.

She’d never been in a co-ed bathroom before, but Jessie said she was in one last year over in West Jacob. Said it was no big deal. They had private stalls and guys mostly covered up, but that you were bound to see a dick or two. No big deal, she shrugged.

They still held hands as they passed through the door into the washroom. There was a line of five people in robes, waiting, and she started to sweat that this wasn’t going to work out. She made faces at him, like, Oh boy, and, We’re going to get caught, and he made them back. She squeezed his hand, mouthed, I’m so itchy! and made her knees knock together.

She was itchy. The stubble needed to be removed or she was going to go crazy. Her crotch felt like sandpaper right now and her underarms, too. Her ass as well which was kind of embarrassing. She liked not shaving, but somehow, getting her hair noticed back there was discomposing.

The walls, floor to ceiling, were white square tile, white porcelain sinks with stainless fixtures, and reflective metal as mirrors. Just like her floor, only this one had boys in it. They were covered up, like Jessie said, but it felt uncomfortable to be in here. If she didn’t have Max here, if she were alone—she would back out for sure.

She saw a dick. As the line dispersed, got them closer to the shower stalls, they could see down the porcelain alley—two sides with private stalls facing each other. A stocky guy with black hair took his robe off in the stall closest to them before he slung his curtain across. He was hairy, and she saw his penis swing between his legs for a second before the curtain closed.

It was exciting to be here. Thrilling. They were going to do something crazy together. Sex in the alley was hot and wild. They’d done things like that before. But what was on today’s docket was titillating to say the least. She turned to Max, went to her toes to whisper him a secret and he tilted his head to hear it. She bit his earlobe and slipped her hand under the flap of the robe she’d loaned him. Grabbed his cock. Excited out of her mind to find it hard as a rock still. She stroked it a little, pulled it out and let it poke between the terry flaps where anyone could see it. She resumed waiting at his side. He laughed and she saw him in her periphery pull the robe closed over it.

Fuck, that thing Jay had couldn’t be hidden. Not when it was hard. He was so big.

Now they were at the front of the line. She looked back. Got a smile and a nod form a familiar face. They were all familiar faces. From the building, from class, but she didn’t know any names up here, she didn’t think. Four people behind them. Eight shower stalls. If no one else came in line there shouldn't be anyone standing here too long to notice that she and Max were in the same stall and they were in there for a gosh-awful long time. She smiled and squeezed his hand again, sizzling with excitement.

A tight little blonde came out of a stall on the left, long tanned legs and a pretty face and her gut clenched. Didn’t like the idea of Max in a coed bathroom, that was for sure. The girl tied her robe up and nodded a smile to Maggie as she passed.

It was her turn. “See you,” she said to Max and she went ahead, walked the wet alley and stepped into the empty stall. She ran the hot water, got naked, hung her robe up on the hook and looked again at the hatchet job that had been done on her privates.

Max had shaved her well but the shaver was bought at the Student Store and they weren’t the best. There was patchy stubble, some longer, some short, some spots shaved bare. She needed a razor. She touched herself in the center. She was wet. She was so turned on right now. She needed him so bad. She got under the spray, her eyes down low watching the space below the curtain and the tiled lip of the stall. Saw a set of feet in flip flops walk past, headed towards the exit and got a tingle. Max would come now.

Put her head back under the spray and felt the hot water rush over her, mat her hair down and over her shoulders. She ran her hands up her body to scoop it behind her and felt how erect her nipples were.

The curtain was whisked and Max was there. She bubbled over. “Max!” she hissed, laughing.

He kicked the slippers off, struggled because they were hers and they were tight. Opened his robe and his iron cock wagged as he did. She grabbed it and pumped it and he almost fell. Like his legs lost their function.

“Oh fuck, Maggie,” he whispered. “Oh my God, I’m so ready.”

He pushed her back against the tiled wall under the nozzle and spray hit him in the top of his head pushed his hair down around his ears and she kissed his chest, got lower, put his cock in her mouth and sucked him. He fell to the wall, his hands holding him up. She ran her hands over his thighs and she felt the tremble in him.

She popped back up and said, “You have to shave me first,” and gave him two firm taps on his cheek.

He moaned painfully, “Mm, Maggie...”

“That’s what we’re here for, Max, I’m so-o itchy...I mean it.”

He had the shave can already, spraying foam into his hand. She raised her arms and his eyes narrowed and he fell against her, his mouth locking on her nipple and sucking her. He spread the foam onto both armpits and took the razor and went up and up, scoring her flesh. His hands were shaky.

“You better not cut me...”

“I won’t,” he said.

Feet went by out past the curtain and she held him to stop him for a second. They waited, saw girl-feet in sandals cross and go to the stall past them. He rinsed her pits and now she was bald again under there. He kissed her skin and it felt so odd and so cold.

“My pussy, Max, hurry,” she whispered. Now she was running out of time. Now she wanted him. Every movement he made had his wet hard tip grazing her thigh and her belly and she just wanted it inside her right now.

She thrust her back to the wall again, opened her legs in a rather garish manner but he needed access and she pulled the skin of her mound so it was exposed to his hand spreading lather. “That’s it,” she sighed, “shave me for my lover.”

He doubled over, wincing.

“You like that? You like that, Max? You’re shaving me for another man...”

“Maggie, you’re so...so bad...”

“Does that turn you on, Max?” she said as he prepared the razor again.

“Yeah.” He nodded eagerly, looked in her eyes. “Yeah, it does, Maggie.”

“Okay,” she said, wondering what to make of that.

When the warm blade touched her, her head fell back to the tile. It felt so incredible. He scratched that blade up and down her, making her smooth like she was when she was a kid, before sex was even a thing. Back in the time when she did math two hours a night, practice the cello seven night a week, read two Classics a month. All under the watchful eye of Mrs. Carol Becker, Dragon Lady. There was lots of fun that bald little pussy missed out on. Lots of nights spent working instead of partying. Lots of boys that came calling but were turned away. It was for the best. Her education was worth it. Her Max was worth it. But if Max wanted to introduce her to some of the things she’d missed she wanted to try. If the man who loved her wanted to hold her hand and show her some of the things she missed, well that might be the most incredible thing she could ever imagine. It was selfless and selfish and that made it kind of perfect. It was a gift to her but it was also an excitement for him too. She didn’t think she would have sex with Jay, but, wow, what if she did?

She could play around a little. She could have fun. But sex? His penis in her vagina? That was crazy. She was going to get married. And even if the man she loved wanted it and was watching that just seemed like it might be a little too wild--even for this kinky new Maggie Becker.

“You’re trembling.”

She looked down, saw her Max with the razor, stubble studded foam dripping from it. Her hands were clenching open and closed, her legs were trembling.

“Finish me. Hurry.”

“Show me your ass,” he said.

She turned and faced the wall and thrust her ass to him, bent at her waist and couldn’t believe this pose she was in. Her boyfriend swathing a razor between her open cheeks. Her hands formed wet slippery claws on the tile and she watched her fingetips go white as she clutched the wall tight. Max poked her, stroked her, and she felt like she might go out of her mind.

“Max, please, hurry,” she said.

“I’m done, I’m done,” he said and his mouth was at her ear, his chest pressed to her, his cock poking the small of her back.

He was stroking himself behind her, she could feel his hand pumping. “What are you doing?” she whispered but he didn’t answer her and kept her pressed to the wall.

“Shh-sh,” he said. “Open your legs wider.”

She did, felt then his hardness, so slippery, sliding between her cheeks.

“Max...”

“It’s okay, Maggie...”

“What are you? ...”

His tip poked at her anus.

“Ah,” she gasped, wanting to say no and wanting to feel it right now.

He slipped into her. It was painful. A familiar sort of feel, one she was used to but not like this. Not so sexual. “Oh Max,” she sighed, “oh, it’s good,” she encouraged him. He sunk deeper, she felt him spread her in a way she’d never been spread before. She shut her eyes, her fingers digging into the tile again.