A Locker Room Encounter
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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A Locker Room Encounter
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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A Locker Room Encounter
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Kate reclined on the track benches. Like most of her cheerleader friends, it would be her last semester of high school. But unlike them, she was the complete opposite of their party antics and attitude. People saw her as a “goody goody girl” paradoxically associated with the party animals her friends were. But the truth was, she did have the same urges that plagued every teenager, if only her accursed shyness did not prevent her from truly enjoying life.
She glanced onto the track, casually undressing the sweaty guys with the gaze of her eyes. Kate wondered what it would be like for one of them to actually make passionate love her, would he kiss her and tell her that he loved her? Or would he skip the talking and go straight to th-
“Hey Kate!” said Mark as he stealthily entered Kate’s narrow and focused field of vision. Her heart skipped a beat, and then started to pound violently. There standing before her was, in her eyes, the hottest guy in school, and he was, for the moment, giving her his full attention. Kate was barely able to control herself. Be cool, stay calm… Her mind told her body as it was torn asunder.
“He-hey…” was all she could stammer.
Mark stared back at Kate, his eyes barely able to shift away from the voluptuous figure of hers. He looked deeply into her eyes, he could tell they dilated. She wanted him for sure. But fate is cruel, the accursed shyness plagued him too. Oddly enough, he was the cool jock amongst his friends but a stammering awkward kid on the inside. Think Mark, think! For a split second, he managed to tear his focus away from Kate and see his bag next to her.
“Uhh Kate… you’re sitting on my bag, can I have it please?” uttered Mark who then proceeded to berate himself mentally for not having a better conversation topic.
Through sheer effort, Kate managed to snap out of her shock. I’m a cheerleader for goodness’ sake, she thought. Dammit I want him… And I think he wants me too. If I don’t make a move we’ll both regret it. She got up, bag in hand, and looked Mark in the eye.
“You want your bag? Come and get it.” Kate then took off in the direction of the guys’ locker room, running as fast as her long slender legs could carry her.
Mark was unable to fathom the change that overcame Kate. The normally super shy girl he knew decided to commit theft in full view of the owner! But that was non-consequential in comparison to the fact that his bag contained his precious dirty magazines that could pulverize his good reputation with the school! Hot girl or not, a thief was still a thief. Before he knew it, he entered the locker room with a vengeance.
The locker room was maintained well enough, clean, dry with a faint smell of detergent. Most importantly, it was secluded and people rarely ever came in, opting to change in the toilets nearer to the main block.
“Hey Mark.”
Mark turned to Kate as she stood in the corner, bag in hand, wearing nothing but her skimpy bra and underwear. It took a fleeting moment, but when their eyes met, he understood the true nature of the situation.
Kate was on fire. There she stood, in front of the guy of her dreams, with barely anything on. She wanted him to come to her, to hold her, to make her imaginations run wild, to make fantasy into reality. Her earlier thoughts of “What the fuck am I doing?” dissipated into thoughts of only the sweaty muscular man standing before her. She dropped the bag; it fell onto the floor with a dull thud. Like the crack of the starting gunshot in any track event, she rushed forward and so did he, falling into each other’s arms in an unbreakable embrace.