Gym class.

“Well, let me know if you need anything anyway, pal. Come on, we’re going to be late for gym class.”

Gym class. That’s where I was headed. I had completely forgotten.

The two of us began to walk down the hall that would eventually lead to our Gym class. Her being a girl, and I being a boy, we weren’t actually in the same gym class, but since they all shared the same gym, we saw each other somewhat just the same.

“Aren’t you supposed to be… doing something?” She asked me, out of the blue.

“Oh come on, you don’t really want me to—“

“John! Come on, it’s for your health! We’re friends, and I care about your health. Do it.”

She glared at me, and I realized she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It would be awkward, since she was one of my best friends, but I was going to have to continue masturbating for her, if only for her peace of mind. I began wanking, and with Kathy apparently satisfied, we continued down the hall, her with a gym bag in hand, and me with my penis.

“Guess you don’t get to wear a gym uniform today…” She commented cryptically as we walked to the next class, unclear if she was trying to be funny. The halls had thinned out by this point and we were mainly alone by the time we turned into the hall from which one could enter the boys and girls locker rooms, and between them the gym.

The boys locker room was the first door down the hall, which is where I and Kay would obviously need to separate.

“See you in a few,” I offered.

“Later Alligator,” she replied, before beginning down the hall towards the girls locker room.

I turned to the door. This might be the easiest part of the day, I figured. The locker room is the one place in the whole school where it’s not that odd to be naked. I pulled on the handle.

Clunk! Nothing happened. The door stayed shut.