No Don't Jack Off

I decided not to jack off instead I finished showering and grabbed my towel. I toweled off my hair as I walked back into the locker room humming a little to myself while I thought about Tiffany’s big tits and her in the shower rubbing soap all over them. Granted it wasn’t helping my erection any but once the thought had popped in my head it was hard to get out.

“Oh my god.” I heard a females voice say. I dropped the towel to see two cheerleaders. One with red hair and which I recognized from my chemistry class and one I didn’t know with black hair. They were in the process of undressing though the raven haired girl covered up the red head didn’t seem to mind that she was standing there just in her bra.

“Hello Big John.” The redhead smiled at me. I noticed that all three were not looking at my eyes but at my cock.

“What are you two doing in here?” I said covering myself with a towel.

“Enjoying the view.” The redhead teased

“I mean, this is the guys locker room.” I shook my head.

“We thought you guys where done, us three often use this one. It not as nice as the new one they built when the school went co-ed but the water pressure is better and it’s got a much larger hot water heater.” The redhead grinned.

“Plus the view is better.” The black haired said looking at the bulge behind my towel.

“Come on don’t be shy.” The redhead grinned at me. “We haven’t met yet, well not officially. I am Chrissy and this is Kimberly.” The redhead said. I knew Chrissy or of her anyways.

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled trying to be polite.

“Indeed.” Chrissy glanced down at my cock. “Why don’t you drop that towel so Kim can see what all the fuss is about. She wasn’t in the lunch room the other day.”

“What?” I asked, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It wasn’t like I could go anywhere until they left

“Will show you ours if you show us yours.” Chrissy said as she pulled off her bra without a second thought.

“Chrissy.” Kim giggled.

“What. You know you want to see it.” Chrissy glanced back and then looked at me. “Come on stud what do you say?” Chrissy reached out and ran her finger down along my chest tracing between my muscles to my stomach. I knew where her hand was going if I didn’t stop her.