Talk to Blair

You must admit, you don’t know much about hockey. The basics are simple, hit the ball into the goal using the sticks, but there’s loads of other rules which you don’t understand. Your school stuck to football, for both boys and girls, and football is simple, because there aren’t any sticks. Also, the addition of two umpires appears to complicate matters. They tend to stick to a half, but there’s instances where one blows their whistle and then they have to explain why not just to the girls but to the other umpire as well.

There’s a simple scoreboard at one end of the field, which a couple of girls maintain. That’s just as well, because if there wasn’t, you’d soon forget what the score was.

Halftime sees St Perpetua’s up by one and starting to show their dominance. The other school has been called up multiple times for tripping.

It’s in the second half that Blair sidles up to you. You’ve been feeling her gaze drifting towards you throughout the first half.

“You here to perv on the students?”

“No, the teachers.”

“That’s more like it.” There’s a real sparkle in her blue eyes.

“I’m surprised you’re not umpiring?”

“That’s because they decided I’m not impartial enough.”

“I suppose that shouldn’t surprise me. You strike me as the kind who likes to win.”

“I get the same impression from you. Anyway, it gives you a good chance to see Layla in her tight yellow top and shorts. I bet you’re enjoying that.”

“I’d rather see you in the outfit.”

“Right answer. I’m thinking you deserve a reward, for coming out and cheering the girls. And I’ve just thought of the perfect one. In five minutes, leave and head to the changing rooms. In ten minutes, I need to go there to make certain everything is ready for the girls when they’ve finished playing, you know water’s on and hot. I’ll meet you there.”

She suddenly breaks to shout some advice to one of the girls. Then she turns back to you. One moment she was serious, the next she’s all charm and mischief.

“We won’t have time to fuck,” you tell her. In ten minutes’ time the game will almost be over.

“Who said sex was your reward. Well, it might be part of the reward, but I’ve got something in mind you’ll really enjoy.”

She winks, and strides back to her place with the substitutes, shouting instructions as she goes.

Five minutes is an eternity. Close enough that it’s always nagging. Long enough that it stretches. You try not to look at your watch, or your phone, but temptation keeps winning out. When you glance back at Blair she’s concentrated on the match. She doesn’t even turn when you head off, although you’re certain she noticed.

The school is deathly quiet, even quieter than it was during your interview. No-one’s around. Outside the changing rooms your feel exposed, ****. What happens if someone finds you here? Should you hide? Would that just make you look even more suspicious?

It feels like eternity, before Blair arrives.

“Good, you’re here.” She waggles her finger to get you to follow her, into the changing rooms. She guides you away from the main section of the changing rooms and into the small annex that you’d used before.

“Get naked,” she tells you.

“What now? We don’t have enough time.”

“We’re not fucking yet, but I want you naked.” Her blues eyes brook no argument.

While you strip, she’s messing with one of the lockers. Having opened it she turns to admire you. Her eyes can’t help drifting down to you swelling member.

“Every time I see it, I can’t believe how it can be so big, and so hard. Your body. Mmmm. And I never used to be into tattoos, but these, they really, really suit you.” She runs her hands over the tattoos where the Bands of Cernunnos had sat. “Now pick up your clothes. You don’t want anyone finding you in the changing rooms naked.” You’d put them to one side. It’s easy to gather them up. Her hands drift to your cock. She squeezes it. Gives it a couple of pulls. It swells at the attention. Then her hands are on your chest and she’s pushing you backwards into the locker. You stumble into it.

“Now, you’d better stay in there and stay quiet. And stay naked. You’re in for a treat.”

She leans in and kisses you. Then she shuts the locker. It’s not as dark as you feared. That’s because there’s several holes at eyelevel. They allow you to look out.

“You can see, can’t you.”

Yes, you can see. You can see her, putting a padlock on the locker, but more than that you can see beyond her. This locker is positioned so that you can look directly into the showers. Half the shower is beyond the wall, but there are a couple of nozzles in plain sight.

“Stay there, stay quiet, and enjoy the show.”