Back to the locker rooom

You dash back to the boys' locker room as fast as you can. It feels like you've been gone hours, but really, it's only been about five minutes. What were you worried about?

Rebecca sits on one of the benches, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hand. Somehow, she always manages to look hot, even when her hair is disheveled and she's wearing baggy clothes. You can barely make out the outline of her braless tits in your gym shirt, and your own smell on her body is unexpectedly intoxicating.

When you walk in, she sits up straight and, can you believe it? She actually smiles. Then you remember that you're naked. And hard. Maybe that has something to do with it?

"What's the camera for?" she asks softly.

You're not sure why she's whispering, but you respond in kind. "I'll show you," you reply.

You touch your finger to your lips and point to the coaches' office. Rebecca stands up, and you notice when she does that she has to clasp your gym shorts in her hand or else they'll loosely fall to the floor. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? you think with a grin.

Rebecca follows you into the coaches' office. You glide the utility closet door open, and close it gently behind you. Obviously, you don't want to turn on the light, so you grope your way through the darkness as you carefully search for the other exit.

Got it. You turn the knob, and with the classic half-push/half-pull maneuver, you open the unused door forcefully but quietly. Silently, you and Rebecca glide into the women coaches' office.

Instantly, you hear a commotion from the other side. Talking and laughing, even a little shrieking. You whisper to Rebecca, "They can't see us," and you creep with her across the dark office to the clear window in the door. As you go, you turn the camera on and begin to record.

The bright lights in the locker room reveal everything to you, and for the first time in your life, you believe in heaven.