Why yes it does.

There was a bit of congestion in the area immediately around the locker room door as the girls seemed more interested in chit chatting and laughing at flirtatious jokes than getting to their lockers. Kathy released your hand and rose up on her tiptoes impatiently. "Every time," I heard her mutter under her breath.

"Come on John, I know you don't have to change, but walk me to my locker?" She took me by the dick this time, not by the hand, and pushed through the crowd dragging me behind her.

Whatever subtle eroticism had been unfolding sitting with Kay out in the gym was immediately replaced by something more pornographic in its design the moment we broke through the lingering crowd and resurfaced in the girls locker room. Girls were at their lockers stripping off their gym uniforms in every direction I looked, bending over to lower their panties to the floor or pulling their shirts over their heads.

"You have to be careful, in the showers I mean," Kathy said to me as we made our way to her locker. "...Well, maybe not you. Girls, I mean."

She opened her locker and peeled her mesh top up and off.

"You wouldn't think there'd be so much sexual harassment among just us girls, and not just harassment, some of it arguably crosses the line into sexual ****. Don't forget your shoes, by the way."

I almost didn't catch that last part, as astonished as I was by the first part and just the whole general situation I'd found myself in. I took off my shoes and socks, put the latter in the first, and placed the pair on the bench running down the middle of the row of lockers.

"I mean, I have nothing against girls who like girls, but there are girls who like girls, and then there are girls who refuse to accept that not all girls are lesbians," she studied my face on saying this last word. I think she may have been trying to get some sort of rise out of me. I realized that no one was stroking my dick at the moment, so I resumed on my own.

"Good boy," she said noticing my initiative. "I kid you not, John, I've seen girls walking around this locker room wearing strap-ons. Fucking strap-ons! And not just once, this was like, a somewhat regular occurrence! It's happening even more now that... well, that most of the guys are gone. It's emboldened them."

She peeled off her skin tight shorts as she talked. Before I knew it, she was standing there in front of me, stark naked, me masturbating, nude as well, chatting away as if nothing was abnormal about the situation at all. I guess people can get used to anything.

"If they find a willing partner in the showers, well that's still pretty disruptive or whatever, getting it on like that in front of everybody... but at least all you're getting is a show!"

She made no effort to cover herself or begin making her way to the showers. I noted her bush, a small dark triangle, neatly trimmed.

"If they don't find a willing participant though... watch out! It becomes a real 'don't drop the soap' kind of situation, if you get what I'm saying," she chuckled.

I didn't. As much as everything else that had happened to me today was insane, this information she was sharing with an almost blasé attitude seemed particularly crazy. Like, too implausible even for one's most perverted sexual fantasies.

"Wait," I said, the first word I'd uttered since entering the locker room. "That kind of stuff happens here, and nobody does anything about it?"

"We can't," Kathy said, with a flustered roll of her eyes. "Well I mean, they tried cracking down on that stuff earlier this year, banning 'sexual misconduct' in the showers and stuff. There was even some talk of making us wear swimsuits while we shower," she expressed her opinion of this last part with a disapproving little shake of her head.

"But one of the girls, one of the more aggressive ones, she took it to the president of the student Lesbian Alliance, and she talked to someone from the national level L.A. offices, and next thing you know I hear the school's being threatened with a great big expensive discrimination lawsuit. Oh, please." She closed her locker.

"I mean, I get it, I'm basically straight but even I sometimes get turned on by all that wet girl flesh, how couldn't you? But how about demonstrating a little self control? Seriously. Anyway, why are we just standing here? They're going to run out of hot water. Come on, tiger," she added playfully.

Kathy skipped off down the aisle towards the showers, naked and blessedly carefree. What the hell was going on here? I put my bag in my locker, closed it, and followed her into the showers.