Leaving the locker

When I got to the locker room Freddie had already left. Which isn't surprising considering that I still had to fully shower after he fucked me. I'd taken extra care to remove what cum I could but there was definitely still some lodged inside of me. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, if anything it put me at ease, it reminded me of what had just happened. The pounding I had taken and was pretty sure I'd be taking again. I quickly changed into my clothes, forgoing underwear this time around. I definitely preferred the idea of everything being easily accessible. If today had proven anything it was that I was suddenly the hot commodity. Everyone seemed to want a piece of me and I wasn't going to say no.

I left the sports centre thinking about what my next move would be. I think messaging Freddy or Calvin and asking for a follow up would look too **** even if they were the ones who had made instigated it with me. There was obviously still the movie club that I could attend. Not sure if I have the energy for it after today though. The guy who ran the movie club, Johnny, was a nice enough guy. Sort of reserved. Guess it made sense considering his idea of a good night was sitting in a quiet, dark room with multiple people just watching a film. Although now that I think about it, that doesn't sound like it'd require to much energy to be a part of. I'd given him my number back on the first day of uni because I thought he looked cute and had only realised after about the fourth text that he was only really interested in getting me to join his club. I didn't take it to heart though. I text Johnny and asked him for the room number that the club was being held in, he replied at lightning speed. It was being held in the St Francis building, third floor, room nineteen. Easy enough. St Francis was just a short walk from the sports centre.

I shouldered my bag and made the short work of the journey. Arriving around five minutes after I had sent him the first text. I climbed the stairs two steps at a time, passing by groups of people each seeming to belong to a different society. I made a mental note that one of these days I'd have to see what else was on offer, but for today I was focused on Johnny and his film club. I arrived at room nineteen and knocked on the door before entering. Johnny stood at the front of the room, momentarily looking over to me before continuing to talk to the rest of the rooms inhabitants. Johnny was around five foot six or seven, neatly coiffed mousey brown hair and thick rimmed black glasses. He was cute in a nerdy way, you knew that he probably sat behind a computer for most of the hours of the day but with him it felt endearing rather than creepy.

I scanned the rest of the room, looking for a seat. Someone waved at me from the other side of the room, beckoning for me to come and join them. I considered it for a second and saw Johnny gesturing to a seat next to the desk at the front of the room. He must sit at the desk during the movies. Now the real decision was which seat do I take