The girls' locker room

You quietly sneak out of the locker room while none of the guys are looking. You walk past the male gym instructor's office, and notice that he is inside. You have always had a little thing for him, because he is built, and you're sure he would make a good fuck. You still have a little vomit on your face and clothes, though, and you want to clean it off. You sneak past his office.

You slip into the girls' locker room, and head over to a sink. You wipe the vomit and the rest of the cum off your face with a paper towel, then take off your shirt and rinse out the soiled bits in the sink. You admire your breasts in the mirror, then lean over and gulp down a couple of mouthfuls of water, to clean out your throat, which is dry and sticky-feeling. You walk back to your locker, strip off the rest of your clothes, and toss them in the bottom. You grab your soap and shampoo and head to the showers.

There are a few girls in the showers, from some sports team or another's practice. You stand under a shower head a little ways away from them, and soak up some of the warm water, lathering your hair and sudsing up your body. The warm water feels very good, especially after all the nastiness with the football players. You're not sure why you went in there in the first place. Oh well.

"Hey," a voice calls to you. You open your eyes, and one of the other girls in the shower has walked up to you. She's holding a bar of soap. "Would you mind washing my back?" she asks. "I can't get to a spot on it, and it's driving me crazy." You eye the girl, taking in the appearance of her body: athletic build, muscular but not at all bulky, with small pert tits and a cute little tight butt. She holds the bar of soap out to you.