Soccer Tryouts - the Coed Team

You’re a little distracted as you head towards the locker rooms, with the thought of the recent psychology class heavy in your mind, and everything that’s happened over the course of this short day. So many new people that you’ve met (and so many of them hot!), and then there’s still that party tonight that everyone’s been talking about… but can you really afford to go with as much work as you have? You absent-mindedly push open the door and think of everyone who’s said that they’ll be there already, and then shake your head, clearing it.

There are tryouts to ace now, and though it’s only the co-ed team, you still want to look your best. The locker room is empty, with the bathroom area off to the side and nobody in this section of the changing area, though you hear some shuffling sounds from across the divider. You figured that there would have been some people here by now, but you shrug and take off your shirt, revealing your toned chest.

Just then, a figure emerges from behind the divider.

“Oh shit,” you say, as you recognise Valentine, dressed in nothing but a sports bra and panties. Her eyes widen, and then a vulpine look crosses her face.

“Hey Alex,” she says, walking up to you, cocking her head to the side. She traces a slim finger down your chest. “I’m not sure that you’re supposed to be here, hmm?”

“It was an accident,” you say, raising your hands up. “I’ll be right out.”

“That’s right, you better,” Valentine says, circling around you, her finger now tracing around your muscles. She leans in close to one of your ears, and whispers, “I would kill you, but that would be a mighty waste of a fine body, wouldn’t it?”

“I could say the same of you,” you reply. “It would be easy to get rid of the last witness to this little misdeed, if only you weren’t so attractive.” She looks ravishing in just her underwear, and you drink in her look, resisting the urge to make a move on her.

“Mmm… most unfortunate that you can’t,” Valentine says. “Now get out, before I change my mind and rat you out.”

She blows you a kiss as you hastily pick up your stuff, slipping out of the changing room with a wave to Valentine. You manage to make it across the hall to the men’s locker room without being seen, and notice a couple guys here changing. One or two of them nod at you as you get into your kit. You let out a breath that you’ve been holding for a while, relieved that things didn’t go as poorly as they could have.

Valentine +5