Leave her off

You decide to leave her off for this one. You head to the changing room, pulling off your now sweat-soaked, pre-cum covered singlet, as well as those stupid shoes and that dumb ass helmet. You head to the showers, grabbing your dick as your grip tightens around it. You turn on the shower, releasing a burst of hot water that soaks you. You begin to masturbate, your hand sliding up and now randomly as you try picture your fun with Orla's body. You speed up, groaning and gasping before you fire your load into the drain as its washed away.

"Oh yeah," you moan.

You quickly get changed into your uniform, heading out of the gym, passing the coach.

"Good job, Jack. You'll be a really good wrestler."

"Thanks, coach," you say, strolling on past out the hall.