Fuck History, we do this right now.

You take a deep, deep breath, and nod. "I can skip my other class. I'm available."

Bryce gives his biggest grin yet, patting your shoulder. "Yeah, you can't wait for this, can you? This is gonna be fun. Alright, you know where the gym is, right?" You nod, breathing a bit faster. "Alright, I've got a few things to take care of, so I'll be a few minutes. That gives you some time to get ready too. Meet me in the guys' locker room. Go ahead and bring your bag, there's plenty of spare lockers."

You gulp, nervous excitement starting to build. You nod again. "I'll be there, yeah. Yeah, for sure."

Bryce nods, and steps away, heading around the corner out of your sight. You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and turn around yourself, heading to a bathroom. He said a while, so you wanted to use it before you were... occupied, and you needed to fix your panties, anyhow. You finished your business, washed your hands, and stared at yourself in the mirror a moment. You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone else came in, and realized there was no way you were going to be able to go into this calm. This was happening, and you would just have to go with it. Jesus....

You head to the gym, currently not being used, it seemed. Where was everyone today? You shake your head, figuring you were just getting lucky. You stepped into the locker room, closing the door behind you. Ok. You'd made it this far. Taking a deep breath, you call out, wondering if Bryce was already here. But there was no response, and no sound in the room in general. You stand there a moment, before deciding to just pick a row and sit down on the bench. You put your bag on the ground, and sit on the end of the bench, playing with your hair, tapping your feet, way too much nervous energy running through you. What if someone saw you alone in here, just waiting? Shit, what would you say? You'd have to....

The door opened, and you froze. "Anybody here?" It was Bryce, though your mind had trouble deciding if that brought relief or more anxiety.

"Just me, I... I think. I hope. Pretty sure." Your voice trails off, and you hear Bryce's footsteps, leaning out to catch sight of him. Unlike you, he doesn't seem to be perturbed in the slightest about the whole thing. But then, he's not the one wearing the panties. He walks past you, motioning for you to follow him a couple rows over. Well, going deeper in would at least leave you some time to regret your life choices if someone else entered during... this. You pick up your bag again, following him over, and he sits on the end of the bench, much like you were. You stand in front of him, and he looks you up and down, nodding appreciatively.

"Perfect. Now start off by giving me a little lapdance. Drop all your clothes in your bag when you're done, but keep the the silk on for now." Bryce rests his hands on his knees, looking at you expectantly.

Alright. Alright. Just... go for it. You nod quickly, and drop the bag at your side, opening it up wide. Another deep breath, and then you began. You start with some hip shaking, slowly working up speed on your gyrations, thrusting right in front of Bryce. You turn, continuing your movements, and kick off your shoes, managing to avoid falling over yourself. You raise your hands over your head, trying to mimic bellydancer's hip rotations, but it wasn't something you'd exactly practiced before. Your audience of one didn't seem to much care, though, as his hands groped your ass. You weren't surprised, and pulled your hoodie off you, tugging it free of your body and dropping it into your bag, enjoying Bryce's hands running over your jeans. Still facing away, you unbutton your jeans, and hook your thumbs into the waistband, making sure not to take your panties down too. You slooooowly pull down, bending over, your arousal making you more and more comfortable in the situation. Bryce removes his hands, letting you tug your jeans free, and once again exposing your pink silk panties to the quarterback, though of course this time was on purpose. Following your jeans all the way down, you're fully bent over, and you shake your ass in front of Bryce. You gasp as you feel Bryce push his face forward just a bit, letting your cheeks smack against his face. Shit, you hadn't expected that.

A few more shakes, and you straighten back up, giving your ass a slap, and Bryce follows up with his own. Another piece of clothing in the bag, and now you just had your socks and panties. Feeling much more confident then you had when you first came in, you put one foot on Bryce's chest, motioning for him to remove the knee high garment. He laughs, obliging you, peeling it off and throwing in the bag. You swap, this time a foot on the tiny bit of bench that Bryce wasn't covering, poking his bulge with your toes. You lean down, in close, this time slipping off the sock yourself, and he watches, certainly happy with how today is going. Testament to how much of a slut you were, you were as well. You dropped the last sock into the bag, and draped your legs over Bryce's partially parted pair. You scooted along him, pressing against him and into his lap, your last bit of audacity almost fleeing you as you debated on going for a kiss. Your partner, of course, had no such issues, and pulled you in by the back of your head, melting you almost instantly, slumping into his embrace and moaning as his tongue invaded your mouth. His free hand firmly gripped your ass, kneading and groping it. You rubbed against him, dick sticking out of your panties, and dripping just enough precum that this couldn't be called dry humping. Bryce looks down, seeing your obvious enthusiasm, and gives you another grope, before pushing you lightly off him.

"Alright, before we get into the meat of it, few things. For now, grab some towels from the showers, and open up the last and lowest small locker on the right, put your stuff in there. Nobody is using it, I'll get you a lock you can set the code for." He stands, heading into the small office room, and you follow his directions, hurriedly, wanting to get back to the good stuff. You open up the locker, stuffing your things inside, grateful that nobody else would be able to access them. A whistle draws your attention, and Bryce tosses you the lock, letting you keep your things safe. You feel like he'd done this before... or maybe he was just good at keeping track of shit, even when horny. Either way you appreciated it, setting your combo as you hear rustling from Bryce's direction. However, you turn to grab the towels, opting for three, hoping it'd be enough. You stack them up and walk back, dick bouncing slightly in your silk panties, still erect, and when you get back to the row you realize what Bryce had been doing. Rustling from clothes, it should've been obvious, but him standing to greet you, fully naked, and stroking himself to full hardness caught you off guard regardless. He was... pretty big. It was no horsecock, but you weren't stupid enough to expect that. You'd guess 9 inches or so, with a nice fullness to it. You'd only gotten to about six and a half on your dildos, but you were comfy on them. You could handle this. No problem. You were just going to handle all nine inches going inside you. The thought brought another bit of pre out of you.

You stand there, just staring for a minute, looking ridiculous with your already moistened silk panties partially encasing your cock, holding towels and looking like a maid out of a sleezy porno. He cocks an eyebrow. "You coming? Or should I say cumming?" You blush, and meekly nod your head, walking forward to him, handing him the towels. One he lays on the bench, and the other two are dropped to his feet. Fuck, he was hot. His whole body was well defined, muscles in all the right places, and it looked like he shaved everywhere on it. Not the personal choice you would've guessed. You wondered if he had a nice ass, but had a feeling you may not get to see it for a moment, as he continued to look you up and down.

"Time for the real fun. What to do first...."