The girls' side

John paused at the girls' locker room entrance, listening to the sounds of water and mirth, imagining the forbidden delights within. He took one step closer. Then another. Only one small bend in the tiled corridor separated him from paradise now. Ever so cautiously he peeked his head around it to look.

Two girls, Tanya and Allison, were standing in the changing area both with their backs to him. Allison was enrobed in nothing but a towel, which draped downward to the small of her back, exposing her freckled shoulders, but covering all below her waist. Tanya was clad in a pair of white cotton panties and a white lace bra that she was slowly struggling to unclasp from her back. John's heart raced involuntarily as his eyes traveled from her blonde, flowing hair, down her tanned back, over the near-transparent panties, and finally along her long, toned legs. The bra was nearly unclasped. She began to turn as it came free.

And then a blood-curdling scream abruptly averted his concentration. The scream seemed to be coming from... Allison. She and Tanya were both standing there, covering themselves, mouths curled in anger, staring right at him. Not good. Instinctively he ducked back from the corner and raced back out, hoping they hadn't gotten a good look at him. That was when he plowed directly into Principal McInnis.

Things went very downhill from there. John was nearly expelled but his parents managed to get it reduced to suspension based on his good scholastic record. Nevertheless, MIT got wind of it and promptly withdrew their letter of acceptance. And of course he was never allowed anywhere near the women's gymnastics team again. Eventually he got through it all, but he learned a lot of hard, life lessons from his foolish behavior. In the end, he learned that the best erotic tales are those with believable characters and consequences, like this one.

The End