Say you’ll go to the party

You look past the football player and see his name on his locker: David.

“Of course I’m planning on the party, David,” you say, surprised anew at the sensation of a different voice than your own.

David grins. “Great. Then hurry up; we don’t want to be late.”

You make yourself busy picking up dirty towels and uniforms and putting them in a large hamper. You try not to steal too many glances at the naked, fit bodies milling about you, but even so, you feel yourself getting very horny by the time the last of the towels have been picked up.

You are staring at the laundry hamper, wondering what you are supposed to do next, when David slaps you on the bottom and says, “Just leave it for Monday. It’s not going anywhere, and you need to save your energy for the party!”

You are glad not to have to figure out how to wash all those clothes, so you eagerly follow David out of the locker room and make your way toward the exit. As you do, the two of you pass a male Hispanic student going the other direction.

“You’re going the wrong way, Mario,” says David. “The party is this way.”

“I’ll be there,” says Mario. Don’t wait for me. I start a new job cleaning at the medical school, and I left my keys in my locker.”

The medical school? Having keys to the place where all this freaky stuff happened to you would be quite handy. You glance at Mario and wonder if you should take advantage of this development. Then again, you do need to make some space from your pursuers, and it sounds like you’ll see Mario later on at the party.