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Chapter 16 Locker Room Warfare 1
Charlotte was surprised to find a boy sitting on the long narrow wooden bench directly facing her gym locker. She’d just come out of the shower wearing one of the school’s excuses for a towel that due to her height left her with the choice of exposing her breasts or her vagina. Before leaving the shower room, she’d wrapped the inadequate material around her waist. Given the casual nudity found in the girl’s locker room, she hadn’t considered it as a problem up to that point.
I just hope for his sake he doesn’t make some crack about the size of my boobs Charlotte told herself. Before school started, Celeste had mentioned that boys occasionally visited the Girl’s Locker Room after classes were over; but Charlotte hadn’t believed her. Charlotte recalled the brief conversation as she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and walked toward her locker.
“The cool thing is to act like its no big deal if you find some guy watching you shower,” said Celeste sounding excited by the prospect.
“Can’t they get suspended or expelled?” asked Charlotte doubting the truth of Celeste’s story.
“Not as long as they don’t rape you; but that doesn’t mean you can’t rape them,” said Celeste laughing.
“And if a girl visits the Boy’s Locker Room?” asked Charlotte.
“That’s totally different. Just by walking in there you’re announcing you plan to take on anybody who wants your pussy. I’m going to go in before the semester is over,” said Celeste laughing. “One of my freshman goals is to pull a train.”
“They gang rape you?” said an unbelieving Charlotte.
“It’s not rape if it’s consensual,” said Celeste.
Charlotte recognized Mitchell (Mitch) Conway, quarterback of Maplewood’s football team, track star, an A student with near perfect SAT scores and considered a likely prospect to capture a full scholarship to an Ivy League school. There were rumors that the Dartmouth Coach had already visited the Conway home. Mitch, a senior, was arguably the most popular boy at Maplewood. His good looks made him a person of keen interest especially to freshman girls.
Celeste had breathlessly pointed Mitch out the first week of school while she whispered an abbreviated biography in Charlotte’s ear.
“He is so hot. I lay down for him in a second,” said Celeste. “He started hanging out with Lorraine Allen the first of the summer. I bet they fuck like rabbits.”
“Oh, I know Lorraine. She’s very sweet and drop dead gorgeous,” said Charlotte.
By happenstance, Charlotte’s gym locker was next to Lorraine’s. Lorraine was a member of the school’s gymnastic team. She was a junior and in Charlotte’s opinion, easily the most beautiful girl at Maplewood.
Because both the gymnastic and basketball teams had lengthy after school practices, the two frequently chatted as they showered and dressed.
“Pardon me,” said Charlotte interrupting what appeared to be a very intense conversation between Mitch and Lorraine.
“We’re busy here. Can’t you see we’re talking?” said Mitch glancing up at Charlotte.
“That’s my locker,” said Charlotte pointing directly in front of Mitch.
“Oh, sorry,” said Mitch scooting slightly to the side.
“Thanks,” said Charlotte stepping over the bench and opening the locker. Charlotte removed her towel, placed it on the bench and sat down. Just act cool like Celeste said Charlotte told herself. She was acutely aware her bare hip was resting against Mitch who was now sandwiched between the two girls.
When Charlotte looked toward Lorraine she saw Lorraine had been crying. Her head was down and she was obviously upset. But what really caught her attention was that Lorraine’s towel had fallen open and Mitch’s hand had a firm hold on her left breast. His fingers were working her nipple as they whispered. It was apparent the two were arguing.
Everyone said that Maplewood had a relaxed attitude about sex on campus but Charlotte had not realized it would be this relaxed. When Charlotte glanced in the other direction she saw Celeste and the other members of the basketball team whose lockers were at the other end of the aisle intently watching the three of them. Celeste, smiled, dropped her own towel and gave Charlotte a small wave. Michelle, another member of the team followed then the rest of the team got naked. If Mitch bothered to look, he’d see half a dozen nude girls barely ten feet away. None of them were in a hurry to get dressed.
“You’re Charlotte, the freshman that’s going to take Maplewood to the state finals,” said Mitch turning toward a totally nude Charlotte busily combing out the tangles in her blonde hair. He flashed his thousand-watt smile that had a verifiable history of causing girls to open their thighs.
“I don’t know about that,” said Charlotte doing her best to return the smile. “But I do love the game.”
“I was watching you practice. You’re good, no better than good. Basketball’s a real sport. Women’s gymnastics on the other hand is just an opportunity for a girl to show your ass to the judges, Right Lorraine?”
“Whatever you say, Mitch,” said a tearful Lorraine keeping her eyes focused on the tile floor.
“Thank you, I’ll do my best to make the team successful,” said Charlotte then thinking what a lame thing to say. There was something erotic about being naked sitting next to a fully dressed boy carrying on a casual conversation while he played with his girlfriend’s boob.
“Tell me Charlotte what do you think of a girl who has the opportunity to hang out with a guy but won’t satisfy him physically,” said Mitch turning his body toward Charlotte and placing his hand on her bare thigh.
“I’m not sure I know what you are talking about, satisfy in what way?’ said Charlotte feeling the warmth of Mitch’s strong hand located six inches from her sex. Charlotte recalled the pictures in the school’s trophy case of that hand wrapped around a football poised to throw a winning touchdown. Her heart started beating faster.
“We’re in high school here. May I speak and act candidly?” said Mitch moving his hand higher.
“Go ahead,” said Charlotte not sure she’d agreed to listen or be felt up or both.
“Lorraine and I have been seeing each other since June. And during this time, our physical relationship has progressed from hand holding to making out to letting me feel her breasts as I’m doing now. As you can see, she’ll let me play with her knockers all I want, even with everyone watching. But that’s as far as she’ll go. Lorraine has got a terrific set of boobs. Do you agree, Charlotte?”
“Lorraine is one of the prettiest girls in Maplewood and she has a beautiful figure. Her breasts are quite exquisite,” said Charlotte acutely conscious that Mitch’s hand was now resting against her sex. The side of his palm was moving slightly pressing against her labia. His other arm was draped across the back of Lorraine’s slender graceful neck reaching down to her boob, gently holding her nipple between his thumb and forefinger lifting her large well-formed breast.
“Exactly, here feel this,” said Mitch shifting his position to take Charlotte’s hand and placing it on Lorraine’s breast eliciting a whimper from the distraught girl. “Soft, warm, her nipples get hard as sapphires when you suck them. But she still won’t spread her legs for me or suck my cock.”
“Lorraine’s upset. Maybe we should leave her alone,” said Charlotte taking her hand away. Mitch’s hand had returned to Charlotte’s crotch to explore it cracks and crevices. Charlotte couldn’t think of a reason to tell Mitch to remove his hand from her sex. His hands were large and the fingers long and tapered.
“Damn right she’s upset. I just told her I was breaking up with her. And the reason is that she’s frigid,” said Lorraine.
“I’m not frigid. It’s just that I’m not ready for sex. I promised my parents I would wait for a few more years,” said Lorraine.
“Not ready to suck, not read to fuck, my God, Lorraine, you’ll be seventeen in a few months,” said Mitch sounding disgusted.
“Not being willing to have sex doesn’t mean Lorraine doesn’t care about you,” said Charlotte finding it difficult to keep her voice steady while Mitch’s hand and fingers were stroking her clitoris and vaginal opening. The heel of his hand was rocking against her clit as his fingers probed her opening. The nerve endings surrounding her vaginal opening were firing a steady stream of urgent messages to her cerebral cortex.
He’s getting me so wet I’d slip off this bench if I weren’t sitting on a towel realized Charlotte.
“I agree that Lorraine cares but not enough to overcome her self-imposed sexual limitations. She’s made herself a prisoner of middle class morality. While she has feelings for me, they’re not strong enough for her to give my needs priority over her promises to her parents,” said Mitch. “Learning to make your own decisions about what is important is all part of growing up.”
“But doesn’t the same argument apply equally? Your admittedly strong feelings for Lorraine should lead you to act in her best interest. Making her perform sexual acts she feels unready to consummate could damage her emotional health,” said Charlotte rubbing a towel over her wet breasts as she spoke. Charlotte was experiencing control problems. She was fighting the urge to scream, “I need you to fuck me now.”
“Touché, I’d heard you were physically talented but no one mentioned your mental gifts. Let’s examine the issue from a more personal and immediate perspective. Lorraine do you know where my other hand is?” asked Mitch.
Lorraine looked up for the first time and saw that Mitch’s hand was between Charlotte’s legs. Lorraine responded with a despondent sigh then returned to looking down.
“Lorraine, here open you’re senses to a new experience,” said Mitch transferring his hand from Charlotte’s crotch to Lorraine’s nose and then to her mouth. “Smell, taste, Charlotte is wet and ready to fuck. I met her moments ago and already my fingers have been inside her very wet, warm and tight vagina. Compare that to your own performance. Have my fingers ever been inside your pussy during the four months we’ve been in a serious relationship?”
“No, but Charlotte’s acting like a total slut,” said Lorraine.
“You’re right, Lorraine. I’m terribly sorry. Lately, I’m having difficulty controlling my sexual desires,” said Charlotte. “I’m probably suffering from a hormonal imbalance that causes me to think with my vagina instead of my brain.”
“Regardless of your physiological concerns, Charlotte, the bottom line is that Lorraine and I are sexually on different pages. Therefore, the right decision is for me move on and establish a relationship with someone like you,” said Mitch.
“No, Mitch, I love you,” sobbed Lorraine.
“Sorry, but this is ground we’ve covered many time before. Want a ride home, Charlotte?” asked Mitch.
“No, Mitch, please,” said Lorraine.
“It’s over, Lorraine. Charlotte, I know a friend’s apartment we can use,” said Mitch returning his hand to Charlotte’s sex and in a display of digital dexterity inserting his index finger into her vagina pushing it well past the opening until it touched her G-spot. Charlotte’s vagina involuntarily contracted squeezing Mitch’s finger.
“I see basketball isn’t your only talent,” said a smiling Mitch in response to the muscular attention his forefinger was receiving.
“That’s an involuntary muscular reaction,” said Charlotte exhaling then contracting her core muscles to squeeze down on Mitch’s finger.
“Hurry and get dressed, Charlotte. I can’t wait to replace my finger with my cock,” said Mitch jiggling his finger back and forth setting Charlotte’s sex on fire.
A loud groan escaped Charlotte as she climaxed. She could feel her vagina spasmodically contracting.
“We may spend the night together,” said Mitch in appreciation of Charlotte’s performance. His finger stayed in place triggering Charlotte to start building toward a second orgasm.
If he keeps doing that with his finger, I going to fuck him right here thought Charlotte wondering why she had not stopped Mitch from finger fucking her in front of her teammates. I feel sorry for Lorraine but lately, I have zero self-control.
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