JOEL
Joel was irritated. He pulled off his pads and throws them in the pile in the corner of the room. He spins his lock and pulls his phone out to check it. 0 messages. Figures.
The locker room is mostly quiet. A few muttered questions and answers are the only conversation. The coach had already done his work. He came in, yelled at the team, raved about how they were a bunch of pussies for making it all this way just to lose by 18 points in the play-offs, insulted them, their breeding, their masculinity, and their general well being. Then he slammed the door, and no one has talked since. It's not that the team even cares about what the coach says. They all have decided that he's overcompensating for some past football game where he didn't get put in. Everyone just kind of ignores him and his testosterone-fueled rants. Right now they were silent out of that bitter taste of disappointment. It's not easy to fight your way through much larger teams, then to walk out onto the field under the cold autumn gray skies and see a team four times their size. They matched them in talent, but at about halftime it was apparent that they would win. Joel and his teammates were twenty-four strong. They couldn't put in fresh players. The other team could. They were 7-7 until then. But after halftime, it was no contest. With rested, excited players, the other team was unstoppable.
Joel pulled off his shirt and pants and headed to the shower. Guys were starting to file out of the locker room. He lathered up his hair and body and let the cool water run over his shoulders. Even he got beat up this time. Aren't kickers supposed to have it a bit easy when it comes to getting hit?
He rinsed off and went to his locker to grab a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He pulled on the sweats and waved as the only other guy departed, heavy bag on his back. Joel closed his locker, spun the lock, and slipped his phone into his pocket. Time to head back to his crappy Cadillac sidewalk surfer and drive home through this one-horse town.
As he walked through the hall, he heard someone singing. And just one voice. Coming from the girl's locker room. Wait a minute...
He put his ear to the door. It sounded like she was alone. In the girl's locker room.
Just those words "girl's locker room" made him a little harder in his pants. How many times had he fantasized about that? How many times had he imagined it as the oasis of milk and honey in this middle-of-nowhere town? He always pictured it as a place where girls walked around naked, examining their perfect bodies in the mirrors. And especially their cheerleaders. With seven members they wouldn't win any awards and with those stifling unrevealing outfits they weren't always masturbation fodder. But the girls in the outfits... now that was a different story.
Do I dare? he thought. His hand was already on the knob, and as he thought through whether he should or not he opened the door and stepped in.
And then had a full on erection. It was Sophie. Oh my god...
There she was with her back to him. This couldn't be happening.
For one, Sophie was HOT. She had olive skin, brown hair, big green eyes, some little freckles across her nose, a flat toned stomach... And she developed early, so she had MASSIVE breasts. She often complained about then to her friends, who would all reassure her that if they had her tits they wouldn't dare to complain. She also had the biggest, roundest butt Joel had ever seen on a girl. So she had a SERIOUS hourglass figure.
But then she turned, and he saw her crucifix on her neck. Craaaaap. She was the conservative girl in the school. She wore turtlenecks and pants that weren't flattering. She was a proud virgin and never dated. She seemed afraid of guys. And the crucifix still on her neck meant nothing had changed.
And now he was in the locker room with her. And she saw him. She spun, and his heart sped up as he saw her clutch a vibrator tighter with her left hand. Her breasts filled out her lacy white bra quite well, and her panties were around her ankles. She covered her crotch with one hand and looked him up and down in shock.
SOPHIE
Sophie's mind was racing. The boy just stood there staring with a blank expression. What do I do what do I do what do I do?!?! Okay, calm down. Get panties up. She bent over and pulled them to my waist with as much efficiency as she could muster. Oh my god, the vibrator! She tried to casually flip my wrist and throw it into my open locker behind me, but it hit the closed locker to the left and fell to the ground, still buzzing. She left it and faced the kicker. What was his name? Wait.... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN HERE?!?!
He flinched. Whoops. Sophie didn't realize she said that out loud. She cleared her throat.
"Why are you in here?"
He looked distinctly uncomfortable, going between staring at her body and the floor.
"I heard you singing."
"And that merited you coming in here?!"
"I thought it sounded nice. And I was hoping you'd be naked."
He looked up at her as she looked away. She caught a glimpse of his face. He looked even more embarrassed than her. And as she looked down she was horrified. Her session with the vibrator had left a small wet spot on her panties. And with the kicker's comment it had grown. NO. That shouldn't happen! She shouldn't lust! But she already was using a vibrator. She had lusted over her own body. Was it so bad if she accepted a compliment? But she hadn't! He had forced it on her.... but she liked it?
Sophie blinked and shut off her brain. It was going in circles and right now she needed to focus. She could feel guilty later. Right now she needed to figure out what to do about the boy... Staring at her body.... that bulge in his pants.... NO! LATER! Focus, girl!
JOEL
She just stood there. That goddess of a girl just stood staring. Her vibrator buzzed away on the floor. He pulled his phone out and checked the time. It had been a good ten minutes. He was waiting for her to make a move. Maybe he would have to be the one.
He stepped closer. She stepped back. He took another. She stepped back. Two more steps towards her, two more steps away from him.
He bent down, picked up the vibrator, and clicked the little egg off. Silence set in.
He held it out to her. She took it carefully, no expression on her face. He watched her as she put it back in her locker, taking longer for each small action than she should. Her butt stuck out, and he had the urge to grab it.
So he did.
He froze. She froze. He massaged it a tiny bit then let go. She stood back up and turned to him, her arms covering her body as much as she could.
"In kind of embarrassed," He said, "I was hoping that one of the more... easy girls was here."
Then he blushed. "But not that I didn't want you to be here! I just was hoping to finally experience the girl's locker room, and.... I mean, you're hotter than them.... I mean prettier!!!! And not that your friends are sluts, they're just easy hook ups.... NOT that their whores! I mean.... I just meant... I..."
He shut up.
SOPHIE
She felt better now. He was obviously uncomfortable. She was too, but more at ease. His shaky voice was kind of cute. It was obvious that she had power over him. She felt excited. She felt wrong. She felt dirty. She felt like those whores she called friends that she judged all day and night.
So what did she do? As she thought, her arms fell to her sides.
JOEL
She was lowering her arms. She wanted him to see! He stepped towards her, and she didn't move back. He was a few inches away. She looked him in the eye. Her lips parted. He stepped into her. His lips were on hers. His hands were on her breasts. Then they both froze.
SOPHIE
She couldn't move. His body crushed her, his lips filled her mouth with a watery taste. She liked it. She shouldn't like it. She wanted him. She was afraid. She couldn't breathe.
She pushed him away, shivering as she felt his large arms. She felt a really big, embarrassing wet spot on herself. She liked it. She hoped he would look.
He came away from her and stepped back. He looked like a scolded puppy.
"I.... I like Michael.... Not you...."
His shoulders slumped.
JOEL
Of course. The quarterback. Every cheerleader's fantasy. Figures. The skinny kicker gets nothing. The beefy quarterback gets laid every weekend. He's even had two girls at once, something Joel can't even imagine. Joel can't even tell this one girl that he'd like to do some more. All he can do is take one last look down that drool-enticing body and turn to walk out the door. He pauses for one last look back. Sophie is naked.
SOPHIE
He couldn't leave. She needed him. She didn't know why. She knew she had curves. She knew her breasts made other girls want to feel her and other guys want to kiss her. She had to stop him from leaving. Undressing seemed to be the only thing to do. She couldn't speak. She didn't want to open her mouth or his taste might go away.
JOEL
He must be imagining. He was tired, beaten, bruised. It was time for him to go. He turned and walked out into the hallway. Time to go...
To Be Continued...
Part Two
-A.
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