Clara had just gone into the shower
room, and she found to her pleasure that she was all alone in the
shower room for a while. She felt like being alone, and thereby chose
a shower fairly far from the door. Thereafter she started
contemplating while lathering her body. ... She thought about how her
new work place seemed sort of good enough for perhaps having a sneak
relationship with someone there. Thinking about this, she became fairly horny.
But seemingly she wouldn't be left
alone for enough time to quite lather herself completely from top to
toe. Three girls, one of which she knew of as annoyingly obnoxious,
entered. The girl she recognized was a mulatto woman who seemed to
like insulting people now and then. But she now seemed smilingly
friendly in a sense that Clara sort of felt was fake since she hadn't
seen her that was before.
But the two other girls, one black and one blond, were smiling in
much the same way as she, and as they entered they giggled and
cheered merrily. This seemed blithesome in a sense, to Clara. But she
also felt a bit cornered by them, which made her feel distressed, but
she also felt embarrassed, since she hadn't been counting on the
presence of anyone else there.
She looked at the trio of disturbing
young females. They looked much like herself. But then she saw: The
three of them were all accentuating their vaginas in a more vulgar
way than she figured she ever would. So she looked reproachfully at them, trying to
intimidate, or perhaps insult, them. But the girls giggled and stared back, in a cheerful way that made Clara
realize that they weren't at all insulted by her stare.
“Sweet sixteen is what we all are!”
the blond girl said.
Clara looked at her, and then at her
two friends. First she looked at their faces, but she felt they were
vulgar. Thereby she turned her eyes towards the floor. Then she
noticed: Their pubic lips pouted outwards, which her own also had
until recently. But theirs, she felt, somehow seemed to portray their
whole essence as if they were supreme enough to conquer the potential
fatality of just about any situation or circumstance.
The black girl smiled
musingly and vulgarly. She started moving her hips so that her labia showed from a slightly varying angle, which even more emphasized their
excited tenderness. The third girl (the one she had recognized)
respired in an excited way, sort of (it seemed) in order to respond
to her friend's vulgar dance-like movements. At the same time, it
seemed that she intimated about that her own excitement was to edge of
something that wasn't shown, but could be hinted that way. This startled Clara very much!
She looked passed them, out into the locker room. While she was at it, she tried to
see if some other girls (out in the locker room) might have noticed
anything. But they seemed mostly to be doing trivial small talk while
changing their clothes. None of them looked much towards the showers.
To the extent someone did, it seem that she didn't figure anything out.
The blond girl seemed interested in
what Clara was looking at, and thereby turned her head to glance
backwards. The mulatto did that too while the third girl stared at
Clara. As the two others turned their heads back, the two of them
seemed to decide intuitively that they were free to become as vulgar as they wanted to be, just
as long as there ostensively were no real embarrassments about how
they behaved. That is, they felt there were no limits to how much
their cunts could be semi-exposed for the embarrassment of the forth
girl in the shower room.
Clara looked at them again. She felt
they humiliated her by the notion that the circumstances perhaps had insinuated that she wanted them with
her. Then she finally took courage and walked out passed the three of them. As she
did they stood themselves so that she couldn't quite avoid touching
their bodies a little as she walked passed them.
When she had left the shower room, the
three of them turned to look after her. The black one somehow seemed
to imply something about that she had it in her to believe there
could be another encounter, and that they could become more intimate
then. It wasn't vulgar of her, Clara felt, to imply this. Also, it was
far-fetched, which disturbed her in another sense, enough so that she perhaps she could tell
that she was wrong. Thereby she glanced at the two others, and then
back at her, in order to find a way to say it without seemingly
ranting about something that wasn't seemingly actual.
She noted that one of the two others
also stared a bit expectantly at her - the one she had
earlier found to be an obnoxious woman! Chocked by this, she took the stands about them that they were too vulgar to be dealing
with. But she also felt like being obnoxious about it. So she said: “Are you staring at me because you want something or am I to
be seen as the idol for all three of you?”
The black girl sighed. The blond one seemed embarrassed and turned her eyes to the
floor. The mulatto crouched a little. Neither of them said anything at first.
“Why,” the blond girl asked and
raised her eyes again, “do you think you weren't as confident about
your appearance in there as ... there would be reason to see you as,
for being the first girl in there to show that she wanted something
of conviviality?” She seemed to feel embarrassed about something, but not to debase herself for it. Even so, she was able to convince everyone in the
dressing room that she felt like caring for the girl she was talking
to. Clara felt disgusted by her perhaps being interested in her. Thereby she asked: “Do you know
what? I don't feel like a commitment towards you nor either one of
the others. But I feel
there could be nothing about what there is to your kind of
conviviality that doesn't embarrass the heck out of me. I thereby
propose that all three of you find it in yourselves to excite
yourselves at some other place! Because I have found you to be
disgusting!”
The black girl looked at her and
answered: “Hey, couldn't you show me to this other place?”
A girl standing behind Clara giggled.
Clara turned around and found her half-dressed beside an open locker.
“What's so funny?!” she asked indignantly.
She giggled again - with an edge of
politeness to it. She almost whispered when she said: “I feel that
they all three are pointing at a way to be fun without causing too
much trouble! So in a sense, it's not they, but you, who should
perhaps feel embarrassed?!”
“I'm not too sure about it!” Clara
responded. “I don't feel I'm very much the one to blame here!”
The girl whom Clara had earlier found
obnoxious said: “Don't you realize, we aren't too much into
anything that isn't, sort of at least, for everyone's sake.”
“There could be,” her blond friend
filled in, “something in it for you as well!”
The girl by her locker smiled and
added: “It's not they who are into so much of ruling out that we
should perhaps all be into just being happy!”
Now another girl who stood at another
locker and also was changing her clothes talked back: “It isn't for all of
us to try to be happy all the time, is it?”
This made Clara able to feel more at ease. Even
so, she still felt threatened by the three (or even for four) girls who had
tried to embarrass her sexually. She thereby quickly went to her own
locker in order to put on her street clothes and then go home.
In her apartment she felt that she
couldn't be into sex, for the time being. She thereby tried to think
about her new work place in some other sense than she had an hour
ago. As she did, she found a way to define it as the place where she
needed to feel at home but still be alert about what there is to not
being at home. Thereby she felt satisfied with her day after all. ...
