Fuck History, we do this right now.

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

Briana gives her biggest grin yet, patting your cheek. "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 girls' 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."

Briana 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. She said a while, so you wanted to use it before you were... occupied, and you needed to fix your thong, 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 Briana 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 Briana, 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 Briana's footsteps, leaning out to catch sight of her. Unlike you, she doesn't seem to be perturbed in the slightest about the whole thing. But then, she's not a guy in the women's locker room wearing panties. She walks past you, motioning for you to follow her 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 her over, and she sits on the end of the bench, much like you were. You stand in front of her, and she 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 thong on for now, it's too cute!" Briana rests her hands on her 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 Briana. 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 her 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 Briana'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 thong down too. You slooooowly pull down, bending over, your arousal making you more and more comfortable in the situation. Briana removes her hands, letting you tug your jeans free, and once again exposing your thong to the soccer captain, 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 Briana. You gasp as you feel Briana push her face forward just a bit, letting your cheeks smack against her face. Shit, you hadn't expected that.

A few more shakes, and you straighten back up, giving your ass a slap, and Briana follows up with her 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 right between Briana's breasts, motioning for her to remove the knee high garment. She raises an eyebrow, but obliges you, peeling it off and throwing in the bag. You swap, this time a foot on the tiny bit of bench that Briana wasn't covering, poking her crotch with your toes. You lean down, in close, this time slipping off the sock yourself, and she 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 Briana's partially parted pair. You scooted along her, pressing against her and into her 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 her embrace and moaning as her tongue invaded your mouth. Her free hand firmly gripped your ass, kneading and groping it. You rubbed against her, dick sticking out of your thong, and dripping just enough precum that this couldn't be called dry humping. Briana looks down, seeing your obvious enthusiasm, and gives you another grope, before pushing you lightly off her.

"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." She stands, heading into the small office room, and you follow her 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 Briana tosses you the lock, letting you keep your things safe. You feel like she'd done this before... or maybe she was just good at keeping track of shit, even when horny. Either way you appreciated it, setting your combo as you hear rustling from Briana'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 thong, still erect, and when you get back to the row you realize what Briana had been doing. Rustling from clothes, it should've been obvious, but her standing to greet you, fully naked, hands on her hips and hiding nothing, still caught you off regardless. God her breasts were really nice. C cups, which was still much bigger than you'd have expected from an athlete. Of course, the real thing to notice was the big ass strap on she was wearing. Looked about seven inches long? Pretty girthy too. You'd handled around seven on your own dildos, but this one was thicker. Not by too much, so you'd probably be fine. Yeah, you could handle this. No problem. Of course, instead of you riding, someone would be pounding you with the dildo this time. The thought brought another bit of pre out of you.

You stand there, just staring for a minute, looking ridiculous with your already moistened thong partially encasing your cock, holding towels and looking like a maid out of a sleezy porno. She laughs at you being stopped in your tracks. "Come on, slut, I appreciate the flattery, but get your cute ass over here." You blush, and meekly nod your head, walking forward to her, handing over the towels. One she lays on the bench, and the other two are dropped to her feet. Fuck, she was hot. Her whole body was well defined, muscles in all the right places, and it looked like she shaved everywhere on it. You wondered if she had a nice ass, but had a feeling you may not get to see it for a moment, as she continued to look you up and down.

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