Rachel

"Sam?" you hear Rachel call. "Where are you?"

Your heart is thumping, beating a mile a minute. You take a deep breath as you close the coaches' office door. As you step away from it, Rachel comes around the corner.

The path of her eyes reminds you of the compromised position you're in. You're completely naked, your hands full of someone else's clothes, and this quiet, conservative girl is staring at your cock.

You blush.

"What are you doing in here?" you both ask at the same time.

"Madison sent me to check on you," Rachel says. "She thought you might be up to something."

"Why'd she send you?" you ask, buying for time as you formulate your lie.

"I don't know," Rachel says and tears her gaze from your penis to look in your eyes. Astonishingly, you're fairly sure that she's blushing now. There's something she's not telling me, you say to yourself. For some reason, this gives you the confidence you need to try out what seems to be a rather lame excuse.

"Well, I'm not up to anything," you say. "I just really need to pee. I've obviously never been in here before, so I was just looking for the bathroom before heading back to you guys. It'd be really embarrassing to have to pee outside around all of you." You add that last part to see whether it'd have an effect on Rachel.

It does. She looks at your penis again, quickly, then points to the area beyond the coaches' office. "Over there," she says, and you look into the a corner of the room you hadn't noticed before.

Sure enough, there are several toilet stalls. But there's something that surprises you about them.

"Those stall don't have doors," you say flatly.

"Yeah, they never have," Rachel replies. "I don't think anyone ever really goes in here anyway, and if they do, people just have the decency not to look." Another glance at your cock.

"Well, I need to go in here," you say, forcing yourself to believe it and hoping it can be true.

"Well..." You can tell that Rachel wasn't expecting to help you dawdle. On the other hand, can she really deny a **** man who needs to piss? "Okay," she says. "But you'd better be quick."

You head over to the toilets and put your load down on the floor. You step up the closest commode and glance behind you. Rachel is staring right at you.

When she notices you noticing her, she blushes again, slightly. "Sorry," she whispers. Then, a bit more loudly, "Madison ordered me not to let you out of my sight."

"Suit yourself," you say, sounding much more confident than you feel. You've always found it difficult to pee around other people, and this embarrassing situation wasn't making it any easier.

You aim your cock at the toilet, giving yourself that little pep talk that almost never works. Come on, Sam. You can do this. But you can't do this. By now, you really do have to pee, but nothing's coming out.

Turning red all over, you know what you have to do. You turn around, facing a surprised Rachel, and sit down. You point your penis into the toilet and finally, finally free the flow.

If you felt ashamed before, that was nothing. Rachel, who'd hardly said four words to you in the last four years, whose fantastic legs and shapely ass and awesome tits (or so you can imagine by the large bulges in her signature tight-but-not-revealing sweaters) have been demurely hidden as long as you've known her, is watching you pee, sitting down because you couldn't summon the strength to piss like a man.

The exhilaration you felt before evaporates as the urine weakly leaks out.

You finally finish, flush, and slowly wash your hands. If you'd been even semi-erect while ogling the naked Rebecca, any hint of that is gone. You pick up Rebecca's clothes with your phone and the keys and walk toward Rachel.

"All right," you say quietly. "I guess we should get back."