Just be honest!

"It was an accident!" Tom blurted out... in stereo? Whitney had said the same thing.

The coach scrutinized the two, eyes trailing over Whitney's exposed, bra-clad breasts and Tom's throbbing, leaking cock. "Okay, since I know for a fact you two barely know each other, that makes me inclined to believe that that unison outburst was fact and not rehearsed. But lets hear both your sides, one at a time. Cow tits, you go first," she says.

Whitney blushed, covering the exposed chocolate breastflesh on her chest, but a stern glare from Coach Lash caused her to jump and whip her arms to her side. Despite her big drab bra, her chest noticeably bounced. "I-I was chasing Sweatsocks down the hall a-and he ran into the boys' locker room! I wasn't paying attention, I was too focused on chasing after Sweatsocks, so I didn't realize I was in the boys' locker room, and when Tom came out of the shower he saw me and I panicked and ran and he chased after me I'm so sorry this is all my fault!"

The nerdy girl's speech was frantic. She was clearly anxious and panicked under the scrutinizing and suspicious gaze of Coach Lash.

"Sweatsocks?" the coach inquired, cocking a brow.

"A stray cat that hangs around the school grounds. Whitney named it Sweatsocks," Tom spoke up.

The coach stared at Whitney, clearly trying to study her for any tells of a lying student, eyes briefly returning to the deep crevasse of her cleavage. After a while, she nodded, turning to Tom. "And you, boner boy?"

Tom's face was red, but his beating hard-on between his legs betrayed him. As humiliating as it was, it was also a total fantasy come true. Completely naked in front of two fully-clothed women! He just hoped he could get out of this with his reputation and public record intact! He moved his hands to cover his massive trunk of an erection, but a similar glare from Coach Lash that she gave Whitney caused him to whip his hands back to his sides, his boner bouncing in front of him from the sudden motion and sending a string of clear, viscous pre whipping into the air.

"I was showering after a workout in the weights room. I came out to find Whitney and saw that the cat in her arms had the key to my locker. I locked my clothes and personal monogrammed towel up and put the key under the bench by the leg like I usually do. I panicked and ran after them, thinking I could catch them and grab the key before they got too far. When I caught up, Sweatsocks-" Dammit, he just called the cat that name! "-managed to get away with the key. Could you get me a towel or something to wear?"

The coach studied him with the same scrutinizing gaze she had given Whitney, looking for tells on him as well. She stepped forward, causing Tom to recoil with a step back, but he stopped in his tracks when the Coach reached a palm under him and began to fluff his heavy balls!

"And the reason for your... aroused state, boner boy?" she asked, voice serious.

Tom had to suck in a breath. He was already close to cumming, and this was too much! "I was in the shower! I wasn't masturbating, it just happened! I planned to get dressed and wait for it to go down! The adrenaline from the chase kept it up!" Tom said through grit teeth. It wasn't 100% a lie! There was plenty of fact to that explanation!

He let out a groan when the coach's rough hand slid up his shaft, scritching lightly with her fingernails on the underside of his scrotum on the way up before fingering the top of his mushroom-shaped head. Tom looked to the side to see Whitney staring with her mouth hanging open, glasses slid down her nose and brown eyes wide with fascination. Her face was flushed completely red... Combined with the barely-noticeable wet trail slowly running down her meaty thigh, it was leading Tom to think it was turning her on, seeing the coach fondle his naked cock like some domineering drill sergeant. She was such a chubby little nerd and so meek... he was starting to think there was a hidden libidinous side to Whitney.