Play a prank on him!

Jimmy walked down the corridor as he enjoyed the curves of Ashley's body, and as he noticed the looks as he moved along the corridor he smiled to himself. Nobody knew that inside the body of the charming female editor was a boy, and the thrill he got from the glances and stares turned him on almost as much as Ashley's body did. Though nothing spectacular, her body was certainly attractive and he had managed to find time during lessons to admire her body in the bathroom and enjoy himself for a little bit, without drawing the attention of anyone else.

Reaching the locker room, Jimmy opened the door speculatively and peeked inside.

"Allie?" Careful not to expose anyone, Jimmy decided to keep to the name.

He saw a lone figure at the far end arranging her locker and walked over.

"Hey, Al-" The locker closed just as the slender figure of Ashley White reached it, revealing not Allie Davidson, but the slightly shorter, though no less lithe figure of Rachel Donahue, her hair let down.

"Oh hey Ashley, haven't seen you in a while." Rachel looked up from her locker and smiled. "Looking for Allie?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Gotta talk about the upcoming report in the press. She still here?" Slightly surprised and flustered, Jimmy managed to blurt out a reply, adjusting his glasses in the process.

"She's back there, should have come out by now." Rachel motioned to the showers as she stood up. "I'll be going first."

"Alright, thanks!" Jimmy set down Ashley's bag on one of the benches as she moved towards the showers.

As Jimmy moved further back into the room, there was no sign of David anywhere. Looking closer, he saw a half-closed stall and grinned, his imagination running wild as he moved toward the stall. Guess 'Allie' wasn't done after all, or perhaps David was just waiting for him.

As Jimmy gingerly pushed the stall open, his surprise at the empty store was quickly blotted out as he was pushed against the wall. "Wha-?"

His voice was drowned out as a slender, soft index finger was planted on Ashley's lips. Looking up, he saw not Allie, but Rachel giving him a wink as her other hand moved down Ashley's jeans. Suddenly, everything clicked. "You son of a-"

"Shh..." And with that Rachel laughed, a soft melodious tinkle. "People might hear us if you're too loud."

And Ashley's jeans dropped as Rachel's clothes were tossed to the floor as the two began to make out in the stall, their lips locking as their hands moved all over each other's body. Feeling the inconvenience of Ashley's black glasses, Jimmy motioned to take them off, but as he put Ashley's hand to the side of his glasses Rachel's hand held his.

"This way is better." Rachel's voice purred. As both tried to hold their moans back, their hands rubbed each others clits with increasing vigour. "Ngh...Rachel..." David got turned on by Ashley's voice calling out the track junior's name, and Jimmy enjoyed the smell and slightly sticky feeling Rachel's sweat, not fully washed off from her training. Both girls climaxed together as they tried to suppress the intensity of their orgasms, slowly sliding down to the floor against the back of the wall.

"I can't get enough of this." David panted. "You got me good there, I'll admit." Jimmy laughed, and as both of them stood up they hurriedly picked up their clothes.

"Wait up." As Jimmy was about to put his clothes on, David stopped him. "Take this." He tossed something to Jimmy, who caught it. Straightening it out, Jimmy saw it to be Allie's skin.

"Two track members coming out of the locker room after practice. Who would suspect anything? Besides, take it from me, this body is great."

Jimmy smiled. "You've really thought a lot through."

As the beautiful, slender figure of Allie Davidson and the flowing hair of the shorter, but no less attractive Rachel Donahue walked out of the locker room together laughing and smiling, no one would have suspected anything other than two good friends having a conversation after a long day of school.

(Author: wrtchd)