The Girl's Swim Team

There was no mistaking the sound of female voices coming from outside the women's locker room. It would appear we had finally pushed our luck. We had lingered far too long in dangerous territory. Santiago looked panicked. Bridget jumped up from my lap which gave Scarlet another peek at my dick; she was the only one here who wasn't looking worried. I cupped myself as I stood up, "Quick! All of you get out of here!"

"What about you?" Bridget put a hand on my shoulder.

"I am staff and I have permission to be here so I can give an explanation. What I can't explain is why Santiago's here in the ladies locker room or what I'm doing here naked with two barely-dressed girls. Now move!"

"But...!" Santiago was cut off by his girlfriend pushing him out the door.

"You heard the man Santy, we gotta move!"

"W-Wait! I left my clothes in your locker Scarlet, let me just..."

"We'll get them later babe, for now we have to get out of here." Santiago's towel began to slip as he was hustled out the door.

Bridget gave me a look as she quickly picked up her clothes off the ground, "We have to schedule a date later Ave."

"Agreed, now move it!" I guided her towards the door where she gave me a quick kiss before exiting. Hopefully she can find a convenient place to change like a closet or an empty classroom. Santiago wouldn't be so lucky. As I pushed Bridget out the door I found Santiago's towel abandoned on the floor. It must have fallen off when Scarlet brought him into the hall. Poor guy, I know exactly what he's going through right now but I didn't have time to worry about him. I had my own skin to save. I know I came off as some noble hero trying to distract these new spectators as my friends escaped but truth of the matter is, there was no way I was going to hurry outside without getting dressed again. I was determined to stay and put some clothes on before I left this locker room so staying behind was the only natural decision anyway.

I picked up Santiago's towel and wrapped it around myself as I ran towards my locker. I had hoped I would have enough time to throw something on before the folks outside would enter the locker room but I didn't even get the chance to put my hand on the door before a small group of girls came in and noticed me. One girl let out a shriek at the sight of the almost naked man in the girls locker room. There were at least eight or ten of them and judging by the swimsuits they were wearing, they must have been the girl's swim team.

I fastened my towel around my waist and held my hands up, "Hold on! This is not what it looks like! I'm harmless! And I'm a teacher here!"

"What are you doing in our locker room?" One of the girls with long brown hair fresh from the pool stood forward protectively keeping her team behind her back.

"I have permission to use this space from the dean and Professor Delia Sands. I was assisting with a class before I came here. I'm just going to get dressed and then leave you to your business."

All of the girls just looked at me disbelieving. I stood there before their scrutiny ready to break out in a sweat. How was I going to get out of this without looking like some kind of creep who likes to break into girl's locker rooms? Thankfully, a solution came when a middle-aged woman with frizzy hair came in wearing a tracksuit. "Girls, why aren't you getting cleaned up? You have to..." The woman trailed off as she noticed me, squinting her eyes at me then reigniting with recognition, "Avery? Avery Finn? Is that you?"

I knew this woman as the girl's swim coach, "Oh, oh! Coach...uh...La...? Latrelle! Coach Latrelle! Good to see you." Thank God she recognized me. And thank God I remembered her name. I think the only reason I managed that much was because my previous profession was a swim coach. "I was just explaining to these girls as to why I'm here."

Latrelle nodded, "Yeah, girls, we talked about this. That's Professor Avery Finn and he is the one using that locker in the corner over there."

Realization hit the swim team like a storm, "Oh you're the guy who wears those crazy undies are you?" I blushed as I remembered how the volleyball team left Ingrid's tasteless briefs pinned outside my locker. "We read the note. That was hilarious!" All the girls laughed at the memory as I just groaned. Now that the swim team's worries had dissipated, they felt the need to speak freely about the situation.

"Dang, you have a nice body professor. No wonder the volleyball team has a thing for you."

"I here some of the classes are beginning to build a sort of fan club around you."

"Ooh, can I join?"

"Seriously, maybe Professor Finn here should be our new school mascot."

"I'd rally behind that any day."

"I wouldn't mind rallying in front of that any day or night."

"Is there a president of this fan club? Because I'd like to nominate myself."

"I'll be your veep!"

It was just like I feared, I was becoming a locker room legend and not in a good way. Little did I know just how right I was about that thought.