But of course.

As she took me through the door, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of surrealness to this all. Going into the girl's locker room had always been one of my fantasies growing up, as was the case with probably every guy ever, but in my fantasy, the circumstances had been more according to my control.

And with that I was inside.

"Come on, my locker's over here," said Kathy, pulling me past teenaged girls in various states of undress

Besides Kathy, I didn't really know any of the girls in this gym class that well. Stopping in front of her locker, I surveyed the room for any recognizable faces. The only one I saw was Sue's bohemian friend from homeroom, who had begun taking off her pants to reveal bright orange panties underneath, but I didn't even know her name. I watched as a totally nude girl carrying a t-shirt walked past her, and slapped the disrobing bohemian girl on the butt playfully as she passed.

My presence was largely unnoticed, as Kathy began undressing right in front of me. I blushed a little, this was my friend, after all, and our relationship was strictly platonic, so this was all a bit odd for me. She took off her top, beneath which she apparently wore nothing, and put it in her open locker.

"What?" she said, meeting my gaze, breasts hanging freely before her.

"Nothing."

"Keep wanking," she warned. I did as I was told. With one more inquisitive glance, Kathy returned to undressing. She crouched down, unbuckled her sandals, and removed them. She stood back up and placed them in the locker.

            I overheard a pair of girls giggling to my left.