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I find a note from Tony when I open my locker in the morning. It’s instructions to go to the girls’ locker room late in the afternoon. Not able to keep up with all of the athletics of our school, I don’t even know if anyone’s going to be there at the time or not. This thought plagues me all day. When I arrive, I find that there’s no real way of “sneaking” into this forbidden area. It empties onto the gym floor, visible from any point in the room. Fortunately, the gym is empty. Still, I try to employ as much stealth as I can as I enter. I haven’t been in a locker room in years, not since middle school when Gym was a required class. I managed to get out of it in high school as I was in Marching Band. Apparently, the physical activity is enough to give me a free pass. I hated having to undress in front of other boys every day of class. Ironic, then, that I now spent most evenings undressing and pleasuring the biggest jock in school. Though bigger than the middle school locker room, everything else is about the same with the taupe lockers, narrow blue plastic benches, and white brick walls. There’s dampness in the air. Did this come güvenilir bahis from the showers or the girls? The fresh, strong smell of sweat and an underwhelming odor of chlorine bleach fills my nose. I listen for any noise but hear nothing over the pounding of my heart and the echo of my footsteps across the tile floor. Why did Tony want me here? Would he show up, expecting me to serve him? He always kept me guessing. I hear a noise outside the door, out in the gym. It’s the unmistakable squeak of sneakers on hard wood coupled with the deep pounding of a basketball. I’m trapped! My heart jumps every time the ball hits the floor. Is it Tony outside, bouncing that ball, or someone else? As long as that noise keeps up, I may be safe, but it’s going to stop sometime… and I’m still going to be here, unless I can find a way out. The only other door out of the locker room has been chained from the outside. I push against the chain, knowing it’s fruitless. I stop and realize that there’s something horribly wrong. The sound of the ball has stopped! Instead, I hear a very loud, theatrical throat clearing behind me, “Eh-Hem!” My blood güvenilir bahis siteleri turns to ice water as I turn to see who has discovered me in this forbidden chamber. She’s clad in gym shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Her blonde bangs are plastered across her forehead with sweat. Her arms are crossed across her chest, over her hefty breasts. She wears a look of disgust on her face, as if she’s just found a cockroach on her pillow. It’s Laura, Tony’s girlfriend. “Look what we have here,” she says to know one, “a pervert in the girls’ locker room.” Does she know? Have I been set up? I don’t say much back to her query, at least nothing intelligible. I stammer a denial to which she slowly shakes her head, sighing. “Maybe you weren’t sniffing panties, maybe you were putting them on. Is that right, faggot?” she chuckles as she comes nearer. Her body exudes heat. She’s been playing, hard. Sweat spreads out under the sleeves of her shirt. I stand frozen as she comes uncomfortably close, exuding the sweet scent of sweat and shampoo. She reaches behind me and puts her hand down the back of my pants. Oh, god. She grabs onto iddaa siteleri the thong that I wear. Her chuckle blossoms into a belly laugh, “Are these from the girls, or are they your own pair, sweetie?” Does she know that I’m wearing panties because her boyfriend likes me to? Had Tony told her about me? He always liked to tell me about Laura, even having me watch him fuck her on occasion (as I hid in the laundry room). At times he would even put me in a blonde wig, the hair styled like hers. I always wondered what it would be like if she and I could serve Tony together. Would we share his cock? I’d never been with a girl before; would he allow me to touch her pussy? These thoughts pour through my mind as I feel her grip tighten on my panties, tugging them up the crack of my ass. “You’re just a little bitch, aren’t you?” she says, her mouth close to my ear. That’s what Tony always called me. She had to know! I can never deny it. Not after the first time that I found myself enjoying the feeling of Tony’s cock in my mouth. I nod my head. She laughs again, sending a shiver through me. “Little bitches like you were made for licking pussy,” she says. I crane my neck, trying to look at her. She grabs my chin, keeping my head forward. “You heard me, bitch. Now get down, get on your back,” she says, gesturing to the nearest bench. I straddle it, planting my feet on either side.
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