I don't think I'm a voyeur. Not normally, anyway. The whole thing sort of just happened. I suppose that with the benefit of hindsight I could have sneaked out and pretended to not know what was happening. But I didn't and, I have to admit, I received a bit of an education.
I'm a cheerleader. This does not automatically mean that I'm promiscuous, thank you very much. Am I a virgin? That's none of your damn business and I stand mute on the subject, neither confirming nor denying. You can make your own guess and I don't really care what you think because it will only be a guess.
It's not as though the story is about me, after all, except I'm telling it from my viewpoint. It all started with my being out late the night before and having a strenuous cheerleader practice after school.
By the time the practice was over I was buggered. It was all I could do to get off the field and head for the change room. Because I was feeling so tired I actually skipped the team captain's little lecture after the practice, wanting my shower. It's not as though I haven't heard her pep talk. Like, about fifty times. I could probably deliver it myself.
Now in the change room there are a couple of recesses in one of the walls. What they were originally for no-one knows, but some kind soul had stuck a comfortable chair in each one. This means if we have to sit for a while we don't have to sit on those hard benches and we're out of the road, not blocking traffic.
You've probably guessed what I did when I hit the change room. Instead of having a quick shower and getting out of there I grabbed one of those chairs and just relaxed. A couple of minutes later the other girls came barging in and my chance of a quick shower was gone.
So I just decided to relax in that nice chair until the crush had gone. And I fell asleep. I just zonked right off. Because I was in that little recessed area I can't be sure if none of the girls noticed me or if they did and just let me be.
I don't know what woke me. I might have just woken of my own accord. Anyway, I came to and just sat there blinking for a moment, wondering what the hell? Then several things dawned on me. One, I'd fallen asleep. Two, the girls had all gone. Three, the showers were now free and I'd be able to have one in blissful silence, taking as long as I liked.
I'd just got to my feet when I heard a voice and realised that I wasn't quite alone.
"What the hell are you doing here?" snapped one of the girls.
I was somewhat startled to be spoken to like that and I turned to see who was having a go at me, and then I heard another voice and I knew the initial comment hadn't been directed at me. The second voice was masculine.
"Well, I saw all the girls leaving but you didn't appear, so I thought you might have been waiting here for me to drop in and say hullo."
I was going to barge around to lend moral support to whoever was being accosted when it dawned on me I didn't know enough and it might pay me to go slowly. So I eased up to where I could look through a gap in the lockers to see if I could see who was there. I couldn't of course. That would be too easy. I had to edge down to the end of the row and sort of peep around.
Fiona, one of the senior cheerleaders was there. Now please don't think I'm saying Fiona is promiscuous but if she's a virgin I'll eat the box it comes in. The man with her wasn't one of the boys that she tended to trail behind her.
He was a man, and I'd give an age guestimate of about thirty. Quite a solid looking guy, and I was pretty sure I knew him. The trouble was, the angle he was standing I couldn't get a proper view of him.
Both Fiona and the man were fully dressed and I expected them to move on out of the change room. Slight error on my part. They'd been chatting as I sidled into a position where I could see them. I might have missed a bit but I'll give you what I remember along with the rest of what happened.
