Part 1: The Locker Room
It was a sizzling hot summer day and I was just finishing up a game of doubles tennis with my girlfriend Anna against her best friend Lacey and Lacey's boyfriend. My girlfriend Anna and I have been going out for over a year and we are deeply in love. She is delicately pale with shoulder-length dark hair and a mysterious smile. Her breasts are small but very firm and though her body is incredibly slender, she still has a nice ass and hips.
Anna and Lacey have been best friends for as long as they both can remember—since grade school I think. So naturally I've found myself hanging out with Lacey a lot recently, seeing that the two girls are practically inseparable at times. Lacey is a little bit taller than Anna, more of an athletic type, with a tan slender body, large perfect breasts, and a bold feisty attitude. She is always throwing me looks and pretending to flirt with me, but we all know it's in good fun.
Anyways, Anna, myself, and Lacey started to play tennis in the summer—to try and be more active, since we usually spend way too much time indoors. The two girls were ready to begin their senior year of high school in a few weeks and were itching to get outside and make the most of their waning freedom. Most times, we just fooled around and hit some balls, but on this day Lacey invited her boyfriend Craig so we could play a proper game. It was a lot of fun, and both of the girls looked amazing in their short tennis skirts and their pulled back ponytails. I spent half of the time watching Anna's ass when she ran up to the net to hit the ball, and the other half drooling over Lacey's beautiful breasts as they bounced around.
To be honest, I have always had a thing for Lacey. I love Anna more than life itself and would never break her trust, but I have always secretly lusted after Lacey. I always catch myself watching her perfect round breasts jiggle in the tight shirts she always wears. Or I'll suddenly feel a desperate urge to reach out and grab her full gorgeous ass when she's nearby.
Well, when the tennis game was over, Lacey's boyfriend took off (good thing, because he wasn't much fun, and I didn't like the way he had been checking out Anna) and the three of us headed to the showers to clean up.
"Sheesh, I'm really sweaty," Anna said once we'd reached the inside hallway. "I'm not used to being in the sun so much and working out."
"You should do it more often, Anna!" Lacey said, placing a hand on the small of Anna's back. "You were so great out there. You looked amazing!" She then gave my girlfriend a friendly hug.
Anna blushed. "Thanks. I hope I did all right."
After a moment they parted, and Lacey turned to me.
"Ok, hot stuff. Why don't you scurry off the men's side while me and Anna take care of some business over here."
Both girls were panting a little bit from exhaustion, and the sight of them in a state of near-sexual excitement really turned me on. But I reluctantly said goodbye to them and watched as they headed off to the girl's shower, affectionately holding hands and speaking in low whispers.
After they had vanished around the corner, I turned the other way and headed for the men's shower. When I got there, I took off all my clothes and was about to get in the shower, when I realized that I'd left my watch out at the tennis court. So I wrapped a towel around me and hesitantly wandered out to the courts, hoping no one would see me.
In the hallway, however, I nearly ran into Lacey who was also wearing only a towel. I had never seen her without her clothes on, so I immediately started blushing. She looked incredible, her long powerful legs smooth and bare, just the tops of them covered by the small pink towel. And her breasts bulged at the top of the towel, nearly exploding from the tight wrap. Her auburn hair had been let down from the ponytail and cascaded across her beautiful tanned shoulders.
"Whoa, hey!" She said. "Watch where you're going. You nearly knocked my towel off."
"Sorry, I uh forget something out here..." I stammered.
"No need to get embarrassed. We're friends right?" She said, eyeing me. It seemed that her brown-eyed gaze could pierce the towel I had on and see my stiffening erection underneath. I tried to turn away so that it wouldn't start to show.
"Hey, you are embarrassed, aren't you?" She asked with a laugh, placing a soft hand on my bicep. "Anna and me are like sisters, so I guess that kinda makes you like my brother right?"
"Maybe," I said.
"So we should have nothing to hide!" A sudden look came over her, and she smiled at me slyly. "Hey, why don't you come with me back to the girl's locker room? Then we won't have any secrets."
I didn't know what to say. I was totally floored.
"You just think about it, okay?" She said with a wink. "I think you'll really like what you see." And with that she pinched my towel-covered ass and skipped back to the girls' locker room, leaving me there slack-jawed.
By now, my hard-on was straining against the towel, making it bulge out awkwardly, so I knew I had to quickly get to one of the locker rooms before someone saw me. I decided to get my watch later, and nervously jogged down the hall to the girl's shower.
Other than the pink tile on the walls instead of blue, the locker room was very similar to the men's one. It was incredibly steamy inside, and I couldn't see very far ahead of me. I made my way slowly forward, hoping there weren't any other girls in there among the mist. From somewhere in the far corner I heard a faint moaning and sighing. The voice sounded familiar, but it was so echo-y in the locker room, I couldn't tell for sure.
I wandered toward the source of the sounds when suddenly the steam cleared up a bit. There on a wooden bench, next to a hot shower going full blast, was Anna: her tennis clothes were still on, but her skirt was flipped up and her white panties down around one ankle. Her slender legs were spread wide, and in between, Lacey was on her knees licking and fingering Anna's tight glistening pussy.
I didn't make any noise at first, and they didn't notice me. So I just watched, a little bit horrified and a little bit aroused. Anna's pretty face was contorted in pleasure, and her thin arms trembled as they gripped the bench tightly behind her. Her hips thrust forward rhythmically and slowly in time with Lacey's lapping, and her toes curled slightly in the air on either side of Lacey's head.
