Dungeons and Dalliances Ch. 001-016

The first girl Natalie's eyes stuck to had short black hair down to her shoulders, streaked with a single bright, noticeable lock of blue. She was talking animatedly with someone else—a blonde woman wearing her hair in a ponytail, who was a tenth as animated as her talking partner. She seemed to be tolerating the conversation. Her responses, from Natalie's subtle glances, seemed to be polite smiles and minimal prompts. The two girls were three beds to Natalie's left, and on the opposite side of the hall.

Another woman caught her eye: someone whose Natalie's attention stuck to because of her amused expression. She was leaned against her locker, arms crossed, and watching the conversation of the two girls Natalie had just looked at. She had long, straight red hair—a bit lighter than Natalie's own red hair—and piercing green eyes.

There was something rude about her quirked eyebrow... as if she'd noticed the blonde woman's lack of enthusiasm and was smirking at how the girl with the blue streak hadn't picked it up, and had thus trapped the two of them into a one-sided conversation.

Natalie frowned. The smirk reminded her of Sofia. Though, for all Sofia was smug and annoying, she wouldn't look at someone trying to make a friend with curled, amused lips. Natalie didn't like her, whoever she was. Though maybe she was making too many assumption about a vaguely amused smirk. Maybe she was making too many assumptions about everything—the blonde girl, in particular, who could be enjoying the conversation. Hell, maybe the two girls talking knew each other, and were friends already.

Natalie continued to look around. Her attention snagged to a girl seated on the last bed, on the far end of the hall. She was seated cross-legged, scanning the room... but unlike Natalie, with no subtlety. Natalie couldn't get a good look, or she'd be caught—the girl was watching the room like a hawk.

But even a glance was enough to make out the basics. The girl had short black hair, and her shoulders were hunched forward. Her face was scarred, and not in any small way... even from the distance, Natalie saw the patchwork of white scratches. Her bangs cascaded down her face, almost hiding her eyes.

Something about her posture said 'harried'... like she didn't want to be here. Or maybe not 'here', as in Tenet, but in a public living space, definitely. She was uncomfortable with people. Natalie didn't know the girl—obviously—but she could discern that with a quick look. Anyone could. Tenet's required living conditions sat worse with others than some... and for this black-haired girl, she was on the top of that list.

So. Like Natalie said. A colorful collection of people, as expected of Tenet; considering their prestigious requirements, almost everyone had an interesting story, she bet. It wasn't enough just to be rich to make it here. Though... there was a limit to that statement, probably. She was sure the obscenely wealthy found ways to sneak in unfitting candidates. But it didn't really matter. The skilled were who would be recognized.

Natalie wondered if, after unpacking, she ought to wander the hall and get some names, make introductions. But she still had a lot of in-processing tasks to handle, so maybe not. Get the practical stuff done, first.

1.15 - Morning

All things considered, Natalie's first morning at Tenet started off well.

Which was to say, she didn't wake up with her blanket thrown off, and her cock straining her pajama bottoms, proudly showcasing her secret to anybody walking by.

She'd set her alarm early, just in case. Unreasonably early. Early enough that even she, a habitual morning person, cracked her eyes open and thought, good gods, what time is it?

She tapped the alarm glyph, shutting off the vibrating motion that had woken her, but which had spared her many roommates. It was an interesting piece of magic, and it'd taken more minutes than she was willing to admit figuring out how to use it, and set a time for it to go off. The one she had back home was simpler, and used noise... which was the standard, far as she knew, but in a barracks, the vibrating glyph was the only way to wake just yourself, without dragging everyone nearby into your schedule.

Now, Natalie might not have thrown her covers off, but that wasn't to say she'd been spared from her biology entirely.

Groggily coming into awareness, Natalie sat up in bed, her rock-hard cock rubbing around the confines of her pants. It was digging down her leg and toward her knee. Even in the worst case, it didn't stick straight up, usually at an angle... although admittedly enough to give her away, hence her concerns.

She looked around to make sure she was the only one awake. There were one or two empty beds. Natalie was briefly astounded, and impressed, that there were maniacs who had woken up even earlier than her. Why? It would be hours before the day's official schedule began. Natalie was only awake because she had to be.

For more than one reason, besides wanting to spare herself the embarrassment of being caught with a boner early in the morning. There was another event just as dangerous, which would also happen each morning... and probably each night, too, considering how sweaty a delver-in-training's routine was.

Showers.

Public showers, even worse.

Natalie had scoped the bathroom out yesterday, and as she'd hoped, the showers at least had dividers, and pull-curtains. She didn't have to let everything hang free. If it had been that way... Natalie didn't know what she would have done.

But still. Risky. The showers might not be wholly open, but they were still very much not privacy-oriented. Natalie could probably get away with not being naked in her fellow student's company, but only if she was careful, and earned a reputation for being embarrassed to show her body.

All things considered, hardly an unusual thing... nobody should think twice of Natalie's modest tendencies.

But back to her current situation: the distinctly noticeable bulge in her pajama pants. Six inches wasn't a lot, but it wasn't small, either. And with how poundingly at-attention it was, it made its presence known.

Why did this thing have to be so needy? She really, really wished she could just ignore it.

Which wouldn't be something she could do forever, unfortunately. Her class had given it to her for a reason. But, ugh... later. She'd figure it out later.

She sat in bed, blinking blearily as she woke up, and letting her erection soften. It took a while. Finally, she got out of bed, collected her outfit for the day, and a towel, slipped on her shower-shoes (a highly suggested item on the provided preparation-for-Tenet shopping list), then set off for the public showers.

As with the barracks, the showers were an efficient public space, though split into smaller subsections of eight shower-stalls each. There was a bench and row of lockers across from the shower-blocks, and a pair of sinks closer to the entrance.

This early in the morning, Natalie had figured she'd be one of the only—if not the only—girls here. Unfortunately, that turned out wrong. The first block Natalie passed had someone inside.

A woman stood there, naked, digging into her locker... presumably having just dried herself off and starting to dress. Natalie's eyes widened in surprise. She froze to the spot, taking the sight in, despite knowing she shouldn't.

She was gorgeous. Sculpted... the perfect mixture of soft curves and hard muscles, as expected from an aspirant delver. Her arms and legs were a deep shade of bronze, tanned from long days in the sun, and several shades lighter on her body, nearly pale where her underwear would've covered. She had long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded to the small of her back.

And the parts that had Natalie frozen to the spot... her breasts, full and round, with perky nipples. Faced toward the locker, in profile, Natalie could only make them out from the side, but they were stunning, even then. And her ass. Ample, full, the perfect shape. Natalie's heart quickened, her skin heating up as her gaze wandered the woman's body. She was struck with a paralyzing need to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.

Natalie tore her eyes away. She scurried away.

What was she doing? She couldn't just stand there and ogle a naked girl in the showers. What was wrong with her? Just... the sight had hit her like a lightning bolt.

And, unfortunately, provoked something. Her pajama bottoms were stiffening.

Natalie picked up the pace. She swerved into the first empty block of shower-stalls and lockers. No patter of water indicated there were occupants besides her. Undressing in a frenzy—before she found company, and her secret was revealed—she stripped off her pajamas and stuffed them into a locker. She wrapped a towel around her waist, then scooped up her shower supplies and change of clothes. Her erection poked out through the towel, making things rather obvious. Natalie fled into the stall, finding privacy. She sighed in relief, then tossed her towel and change of clothes over the stall's ledge.

This is gonna get way more complicated in the evening, she internally lamented. There was no 'waking up early' to solve the problem, there. But skipping showers, and going to sleep gross, wasn't an option either.

She turned the water on and let it patter to the floor, standing to the side and avoiding its freezing touch. The heating glyphs took a second to get the water to a reasonable temperature.

As she waited, she stared down at her cock. It was as angry as usual. That was the word that always came to mind. Thick, veiny, and twitching with need, her cock was distinctly unhappy that Natalie had been ignoring it the past few days. It wanted to be relieved. As maybe Natalie's reaction to the girl getting dressed had shown. It'd sprung up, and her thoughts turned heated, way too easily.

There'd been a pressure building, growing each day, as Natalie refused to address the addition to her body. Maybe that needed to change. This situation was untenable. If Natalie was springing an erection this easily, then she'd give herself away for sure. During the actual school-day, or... some other time. It didn't matter when.

So. Maybe it was time to face the facts. Natalie needed to take care of it.

She swallowed, then glanced backward at the shower curtains. They were obviously still closed. Then, she strained her ears... but no one had entered. Just Natalie, alone in her shower stall.

Well, Natalie thought, turning back forward, and admiring her veiny appendage. She might as well get to it.

It was something she'd been putting off too long.

1.16 - ❤ Shower

Natalie wrapped a hand around her cock.

The pressure forced a breathless exhalation from her lips. It was the first time since her and Jordan's confused intimacy that Natalie had paid any attention to it. Even more than then—which had already been overwhelming—having a hand around her cock whited her mind out. It was amazing. And she hadn't even stroked it.

Hot water pounded down into the tiled floor. Was this... appropriate? Should Natalie be doing this? Jerking off, for the first time, in the public showers?

Where else would she? It was something she needed to take care of. How quickly she'd gotten hard sneaking a peak at that other girl had proved it.

And... she didn't think she could've stopped herself if she wanted to. Three days of ignoring the needy, angry thing between her legs had been a monumental task. Now, given a reason, Natalie's defenses crumbled.

Or, it hadn't been defenses. But nervousness. The strangeness of everything had made her shy away. But now, her reservations went ignored, placed to secondary importance in face of the amazing pressure her hand was providing.

Natalie stroked up and down, once, bunching skin as her grip traveled her length.

She moaned softly. Her eyes closed, and her head fell back. It was a good thing she was alone, and the showers empty. She had some time to herself. To explore, without being caught. She'd have to be quiet, still, and pay attention... but she was mostly safe.

Her free hand went up, squeezing her breast. Another stroke of her cock. Her hips bucked in satisfaction, slapping her hand to the base of her shaft.

A whimper escaped her. It felt so good. It was so different from pleasuring herself how she always had before. Was it the novelty? Or did cocks just feel better? More immediately gratifying, with less need for build-up? That definitely seemed possible. Lust had plagued her much more intensely the past few days than ever before. Was it her class? Or her cock?

It didn't matter. Natalie's mouth fell open and she started to pant. Her hips picked up speed, moving in rhythm with her hand. She jerked herself off eagerly, basking in the sensation.

What would it be like? To use it for real?

That auburn-haired girl she'd seen, with the perfect ass. What if Natalie had a few moments alone with her? What would she feel like, her pussy, or mouth, wrapped around Natalie?

Her breathing picked up as she fell into the fantasy. It wasn't even a conscious decision. Giving in after such a long period of neglect meant Natalie's lust took over completely.

She imagined having her cock enveloped by pouty lips, with bright brown eyes looking up at her. A tongue, licking its way along her shaft. The suction her wet mouth would provide. Natalie's hand jerked away, something foreign building in her stomach. It was familiar... but not. Hot, clenching, overwhelming.

Natalie's fantasy deepened.

She imagined the girl splayed out on a bed beneath her, Natalie lining her cock up. She imagined pushing inside the girl slowly, feeling her tight insides wrap around her. Pushing deeper until she bottomed out. Then starting to move. Picking up speed. Feeling every inch of the girl, writhing under her thrusts. The noises she'd make. The moans and whines of pleasure, like Natalie was making now, escaping in whimpers as she tried to be quiet.

Her hands squeezed her breast, again, roughly this time. She pinched her nipple as her hand continued pleasuring her length.

This was what she had needed. She hadn't even realized how badly until this moment. The relief was all-consuming. Natalie couldn't think.

She slapped her hips into the girl's lower half, her cock being coaxed by warm, slippery walls. Loud slaps of flesh echoed in her mind. The girl cried out in pleasure, and Natalie picked up speed. She pounded harder and harder.

The hot, tight feeling in her stomach grew until she couldn't fight it. Her body tensed, and she bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the whimpers.

She came undone. Her hips bucked forward, her climax arriving. Natalie's hand clamped over her mouth as she cried out in pleasure, no longer able to stop the noises with just willpower. The heat rushed through her veins, and she shook like a leaf, quivering in place. Every muscle locked as wave after wave overtook her. Orgasmic euphoria rolled across her body and mind, and Natalie pumped away, urging it higher and higher.

She milked her cock out. Thick ropes of cum shot forth, splattering against the shower wall. Spasms racked her frame for almost a full minute as more and more sticky white strings flew from her length. Natalie watched in a melting haze, fascinated at the sensation, and the sight, but only somewhere far behind the burning euphoria.

Finally, she collapsed backwards into the wall, gasping for breath, barely remaining standing. Her cock softened as she panted and came down. The shower stall was steamy now; how long had that taken? The hand clamped roughly across her mouth fell to her side.

And how loud had she been?

Gods, she hadn't been heard, right?

She almost couldn't find it in herself to care. That had been... amazing. Insane. Mind-erasing. There weren't words to describe it. Was it because she'd ignored it for three days? Was it because it had been her first time? Surely every finish wouldn't be that explosive of a high.

And that had only been her jerking herself off. What would it be like, for real? Plunging herself into an eager girl, losing herself in their moans and mutual sticky pleasures?

Natalie swallowed.

She strained her ears, but the only noise was the water pattering down. Nobody had entered her shower-block. So she was in the clear. But she could've not been, just as easily. Someone could've heard her if they'd entered.

What a way to set a reputation. Masturbating in the showers, on her first day. Sure, they wouldn't know exactly how Nataile'd been pleasuring herself, but would it have mattered? Pussy or cock, still about the most embarrassing thing she could imagine.

Natalie stared at the sticky string coating the tile walls.

And that, too. Architect. She'd been so lost in the moment.

Well, either way, time to clean up. Both herself, and her... enthusiastic paint-job.

Why had it felt so good?