1.15 – Morning

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.Yôur favorite novels at n/o(v)el/bin(.)com

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.

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.