With the sounds of giggles and gossip inching closer you make a mad scramble to the closest of the two, the showers. Your flip flops slap against the cold tiles as you run, echoing throughout the locker rooms.
You look around as your heart sinks further into a abyss of dread. The showers are all along one wall, in a very wide open room. A voice bounces of the walls from behind you. "I'm gonna go check out those noises. I mean, we don't want anyone to interrupt us now do we?" A second voice replies. "Yeah, it wouldn't be any fun if someone found us out."
All you can do is think about how much your life is over and stare into the mirror, looking at a man who isn't labeled as a complete pervert, yet. Looking at the reflection you see a young man with dark brown hair, that is just long enough to be in his eyes, and a expression that looks like it belongs on a slapped puppy with chocolaty brown eyes. All of which is mounted on a body with a runners build. Long legs, on the slender side for a guy, slightly toned muscles, and a large towel bin behind him. Wait... A large towel bin?
Turning your head you see a large towel bin, just large enough to fit you and some dirty pink towels comfortably. You scamper across the wet tiles, almost slipping once or twice, and dive into the unexpectedly uncomfortable towel bin. Not even a moment later, the sound of feet patting against tile registers and your heart begins pumping without warning. All you can hear are the almost painful thuds of your heart and the sound of someone's feet. Slowly the sound gets closer and closer, until it stops directly in front of the bin. You manage to find a peep hole In the bin's pink and pinker mesh, letting you see almost everything that is going on in the room. Including the girl standing inches away from you.
The sound of the girl walking had stopped, but your heart had not. To be honest, it had a much better reason to be pumping blood that quickly. Mere inches away was the newest girl on the cheerleading squad, in the nude. Your hormonal juvenile heart was reacting the only way it could at this time, with lust and fear.
Everything went blank. The sound of her voice calling out, the smell of damp towels, your already wavering resolve, all the various shades of pink, all of it. The only thing you can hear is the sound of your heart, all you can smell is the soft-sweet smell of girl, the heat of your face from embarrassment, the throbbing of your member, and the vision out of your little peep hole. That's it, that is all you can sense. That and some kind of primal urge, but you can restrain anything that will compromise this, for now.
Slowly she begins to walks towards the showers. The water pouring out the shower head and onto her long, strait, orange-red hair, then down her slender body. The water slides across her light, flawless skin. You notice how it drips off her breast, that are borderline D-cups, and how a steady stream flows across her back, showing her thin waist, plump ass, and long legs. She looks like a soaked model, who decided to lose her swimsuit.
Suddenly you snap out of mesmerized state when you see...
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