I can't help but keep watching.

I tried not to panic as I tried to consider my options. As I felt around the dark little cubicle at the seams of the locker's walls, it was obvious I wasn't getting out of my smelly little prison without some help.

But who could I get to help me?

It would be embarrassing to yell for help while the star quarterback and receiver of our football team were naked before me. How would I explain my being in here? Maybe I could wait until they left and see if the janitor or somebody comes by to clean up after them. It would still be sooo embarrassing.

As I gave each idea that entered my head some thought, I couldn't help but keep an eye on what was going on outside my little prison. More and more of my male classmates entered the changing room area. Some wore their towels, others carried them. Either way, I got to see their privates when they got ready to redress.

My mouth was feeling dry, as well as my lips as I studied each individually. So many sizes, lengths. I caught myself running my tongue over my pink lips as I eyed each naked boy. I forgot about my predicament for the moment, my hand reaching down to my short pleated skirt and pushing it up and out of the way. My fingertips now grazed the crotch of the shiny white satin bloomers beneath.

The room was getting really full now.