NOTICE: As once aptly stated by markchamberlain, "All fictional characters in this fictional story are at least 18 years of age, and fictional proof is on file in my fictional file cabinet." Hysterical.
Joey dropped her backpack on the nearest bench, and turned on the water. "Aieee!" she screamed, as the blast of ice-cold water sprayed against her naked body. She grabbed some leftover soap and lathered herself up. She had to work quickly. She had to get back to her own school before practice started. If she missed it, she would have to sit out the next game.
Just then, Joey heard the sound of two boys talking loudly to each other as they came into the locker room. What the fuck is going on?! They were early! The bell hadn't even rung yet!
Joey rushed to rinse herself off. The last thing she wanted right now was to get caught naked in the boy's locker room. Not just because she was afraid of what might happen to her, but because she didn't want Kevin to find out that she had interceded on his behalf.
The two boys were standing at their lockers, separated from the shower area by a few empty rows of lockers. Joey quickly turned off the water and grabbed her backpack. She didn't know if they would come check to see who was taking a shower, or not, but she didn't want to find out. Sure enough, it happened.
"Hey!" one of the boys yelled out. "Who's in here? Stop beating yourself off in the shower!" he joked.
Joey froze. She couldn't answer him, and there wasn't time to get dressed. She knew that he would come investigate the showers when he failed to get an answer. Looking around the locker room, Joey's eyes caught sight of an empty full-length locker nearby. From the looks of it, the handle had been broken off, so it had not been claimed by anyone. She padded over to the locker and slipped inside. Her heart skipped at the loud squeaky noise the rusty hinges on the door made, but she hoped that once the door was closed, it would be impossible to tell which locker had made the noise.
Joey peeked out through the thin iron slits in the locker door, and watched as a boy walked into the shower room. He looked around, puzzled, when he saw that there was no one there. "Hey!" he called out. "There's no one here!"
Joey's heart had skipped a beat. She initially thought he was talking to her. She held her breath, and hoped that he would go away.
"He was probably scared you were going to jump him," his friend answered.
"Fuck you!" the boy yelled, turning around to walk back to his locker.
"Oh, no you don't!" his friend called out. "Let's just be friends, okay?!"
"Fuck you!" the boy repeated, as his friend laughed hysterically at his own joke.
Just then the bell sounded and the noise of bodies filled the halls. Oh shit! Joey thought. Now I'm stuck here until everyone leaves for practice. In a flash, the halls were filled with teenagers, going this way and that, scattering on their way home, to the mall, to their after-school activities. To the school gym.
A few minutes after the bell rang, the locker room began to swell with activity. A flurry of senior boys swarmed inside the once empty space, each finding his locker, and stuffing it full of books, backpacks, and various electronics. Joey gazed out from her hiding place, staring at each of the young men, as they casually undressed down to their underwear.
Even though most of these boys were athletic by nature, she was amazed at the wide variety of body types, and the size of their respective packages. Never would she have imagined that certain boys would sport such large bulges in their under shorts, even while flaccid.
As she stood there, still dripping wet from her shower, which had been abruptly cut short, peering out through the slits in the door, she became increasingly conscious of the fact that she was completely naked in a room full of nearly naked boys. She imagined herself as the fox in an English foxhunt, hiding out from a full battery of hounds.
Except, she had to admit, there was a part of her that half-wanted to be found. The thought of being surrounded by all those boys, each parading a hard cock as they circled around her, was extremely exciting. She fantasized about grabbing them, stroking them, slipping them into her mouth, one-at-a-time, as the other boys looked on jealously. She fantasized about laying on her back on one of the long wooden benches, her legs spread and mouth open. One boy standing between her legs fucking her, and two more standing on each side of her head, as she alternated between taking them into her mouth. Two others stood at her sides, jerking themselves off and cumming all over her stomach. A crowd of others stood behind the first ones up, and stroked themselves, as they craned their necks for a peek of the action, while they waited their turns in line.
"Oh gawd," she whispered breathlessly. Her right hand was stroking her pussy, and her left hand was tugging on her nipples, twisting the soft flesh between her fingers. She slipped her middle finger into her slit and was surprised to see how slick and warm she already was. She sank another finger into her cunt, smiling to herself as she pushed her fingers in deep.
Joey's mind flashed back to Coach's attempt to get her to fist herself. She had to smile. It was a valiant effort, and now that Joey knew that she could take four fingers and the tip of her thumb inside her, she realized that it was probably only a matter of time until she tried to go "all the way". She slipped a third finger inside of her pussy, and thought about Coach's finger in her ass as he took her from behind. It felt sooo good, she thought to herself. She loved the feeling of having both holes filled at the same time.
Joey slowly bent her legs, keeping her back straight, so as not to push open the unlatched locker room door, and reached inside her backpack. After fumbling around with its contents, Joey finally fished out her lavender velvet bag. Standing upright again, she opened the drawstring, and pulled out an eight inch silver dildo. She had brought it just in case she needed to entice Coach. Even though she didn't need to use it then, she was glad she had it now. It could be a long wait, she thought, might as well make the best of it.
Joey turned sideways in the cramped locker, giving her the most room to spread her legs apart. She turned on the vibrating function by twisting a knob in the base of the tool, and then reached down between her thighs, aiming it at her ass.
But just then, she had second thoughts. What the heck am I doing? she thought. I'm not going to shove this huge thing in my ass! She shook her head from side to side, glad to have stopped herself before it was too late, and somewhat amused at herself.
"Hey, Kevin!" a voice called out, startling Joey back to reality. "Happy birthday!"
"Thanks, Danny" Kevin called back, somewhat skeptically..
"What are you gonna do tonight? Any chance of getting laid?" Danny asked.
"Nah, I'll probably just end up at home," he answered, "Dinner with the folks."
"Yeah, you know Kevin," a snide voice interrupted. Joey peered out again. It was the same boy who had nearly caught her earlier. "He's gay. He doesn't like girls," he taunted. "Even if he could get laid, he wouldn't." The boy turned around and announced loudly, "Look out boys! Kevin's here! Don't drop the soap in the shower!"
