Apologise

It was completely embarrassing for Mark but he couldn’t leave without completely the girls’ punishment.

“Go on then, what did you do Mark?” said Jess, wanting an answer for the camera.

“I...uhhh... I tried to uh... film the girls in the locker rooms,” he said, shivering a ton underneath the cold water.

“So you’re a pervert?” said Mary.

“... um yes,” he replied reluctantly.

“That’s not good enough, tell us, tell the camera you’re a perv and a sad boys,” demanded Miranda, not happy with his reply.

“Im... ummm... I’m a perv and a creep and I’m a sad sad person, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” sobbed Mark, he had tears in his eyes, he felt the goosebumps on his skin from the freezing cold water.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m just so sorry to do that to you girls,” he cried.

The girls had stopped laughing, they were furious over his actions but even they felt bad to see Mark cry.

“Ok Mark, you can turn the shower off,” said Miranda satisfied, “Girls, can one of you grab a towel.”

Mark turned the tap off, he was shivering as he stepped out of the stall. Phoebe passed him a towel that he wrapped around his still shivering body.

“Why don’t you go take a seat on the bench, we’ve still got a bit to discuss,” said Miranda.

As he slumped to the bench, shivering the entire way, the girls again surrounded him, standing up. Mark was so upset, cold and embarrassed that he couldn’t even look up and appreciate the four incredible sexy bodies that stood in front of him.

“We didn’t mean to make you cry Mark but you have to understand how wrong it is to try and film any girl change,” said Miranda, feeling a little guilty how far she pushed things.

“I know, I uhhh I am I really am so sorry... I regret ever thinking of the idea...” he whimpered, shoulders slumped and head down.

“The good news is, we’re not going to post this anywhere to humiliate you,” said Miranda, holding her phone up, “But we will keep it, just in case you ever think of trying something like this again.

“uhh thank you, thank you, again I’m so sorry” replied Mark again, still shivering.

“You are still shivering, let’s get you in some clothes,” said Jess, sympathetic of his needs.

“Yeah that’s probably not a option...” said Mary pointing to the shower stalls.

“Fuck, the clothes... I forgot we chucked them in there, Oops” replied Jess.

Mark was still shivering, with no clothing to change into, the situation wasn’t looking good.

“Does anyone have any spare clothes Mark can wear,” asked Miranda.

“There’s leftover adidas trackpants over there,” said Phoebe pointing at the leftover pants across the other side of the room.

“Go grab them for him,” Miranda asked Phoebe.

Mark was going to have to leave the girls locker room in nothing but a pair of random girls track pants but he really had no other choice. As the girls helped him slip on the pants, Miranda remembered his phone.

“Before I forget, here’s your phone with no video of the changing rooms, let’s just call it even from here.” she said, handing over his phone to him.

“I’m so sorry Miranda, I should never have put you through this,” said Mark, still with a couple of tears in eyes.

The blonde bombshell just stared at him, her breasts still looking fantastic in her black Nike sports bra.

“Get up,” she said.

He did as she instructed.

“Now give me a hug you goose,”

It took Mark by surprise, he feel forward in her arms, hugging her tightly. He felt awful about how it all went down but he was happy that Miranda had forgiven him.

“This is quite touching and all but I’ve gotta go,” said Jess interrupting the long hug, “I left the captain of the football team in my dorm to be here for this,”

“Alright I think it’s time for all of us to go now anyway,” announced Miranda.

They all headed out of the locker rooms and the gym.

The very cool night breeze made Mark’s goosebumps return. Shivering the entire walk home, Mark was thankful that the girls let him walk with them.

It must have have been a confusing sight for those who saw the group of five walking. Four girls in yoga pants and a sports bra with one topless guy.

As they made it back to East Hall, it was just Mark, Miranda and Jess left.

“See you later gems, I’m going to go play with my present that’s still in my room!” said Jess as she skipped up the Hall stairs to join the football captain in her room.

Miranda was kind of enough to walk him back to his room, mainly due to the fact that she felt a bit bad about her **** plan. They opened up the dorm room to find it empty, Matt was not home.

“You need to get those pants off and wrap yourself under the sheets, best way to get warm,” lectured Miranda, almost like a nurse or a doctor advising their paitent.

The black track pants came off immediately as Miranda shut the door behind them, she watched his white naked butt from behind as he crawled into bed under the thick sheets.

“You all tucked in?” she asked.

“Yeah, I feel a bit better in here,” he replied.

Miranda looked at Mark laying in bed, she appeared to be in deep though. She began to turn to leave but found herself turning back to ask Mark a question.

“It’s the tits isn’t it?” she bluntly asked, pointing at her rack.

“What?” he said.

“It’s the tits, why you planted the phone. You just wanted to see them didn’t you?” she asking, knowing the answer.

“Ummm yeah, they’re just so perfect, I figured it was the only way I’d ever get to see them,” he replied.

A slight smirk appeared on Miranda’s face.

“Look, promise not to tell anyone what I’m about to do,” she said, grabbing a hold of the front of her sports bra.

“Wait what are you gonna do?” asked Mark confused.

Deciding to show rather than tell, Miranda turned around to face the door as she yanked her sports bra up to free her mammoth breasts. They bounced out in front of her. Mark’s dick had sprung to attention as he was now looking at her naked back. He could see a bit of side boob as Miranda used her hands to cover both breasts before turning around.

The hand bra covered any view of nipples but the view was still spectacular. Those full ripe pillows of joy looked so delicious even though they were partially covered.

“I’m giving you the chance to see them since you really want to so badly,” she started saying, “but you need to prove to me that you’ve actually listened to me speak the last fortnight and not spent the whole time focusing on my boobs.”

Oh no. A challenge he thought to himself, they had been talking a lot but Mark struggled to remember much of it due to how much time he spent looking at her cleavage.

“Just answer these three simple questions,” she said, “What’s my middle name, how many dogs do I own and what state am I from?”

Mark quickly tried to work them out as if he’s life depended on it. Miranda was from Michigan, that was an easy one he could remember. One out of three.

He thought about a conversation he had with her at the gym, she spoke about how much she missed her two puppies at home. It had to be just two that she had. There was two out of three.

Middle name. Fuck. He had definitely been told by her before, when they were getting to know each other.

It had to start with the letter J, Jenny? Jane? June?

“5 seconds Mark...” she said.