The practicing baseball team

The school's facilities were in use that day, albeit not officially. With a practice having been cancelled by the baseball team earlier in the week, the coach had managed to pull enough favors to get them a rare weekend practice. It wasn't that the school had anyone else using the field - that would have required foresight - but they preferred to have their students operating with the maximum amount of adult supervision. For this one day, however, with their team on the verge of the state championship, they made an exception; however. Today, the team could use the field, and they were all pushed hard. Two dozen eighteen year old males, demanding coaches, and a hot day conspired to leave them sweaty, tired, and frustrated as they'd been pushed a half hour later then they'd hoped to be on what was usually an off day.

The cleaning crew had left the school unlocked, with a teacher walking in to a classroom to catch up on work, promising to lock it once the guys were done. It wasn't as if they'd get into trouble, after all; it was just guys, and none of them would be stupid enough to get into any mischief with a teacher in the building, right?

And so, the baseball team headed to their locker room in full uniform; bags in hand, eager to get their showers out and head home. But then they heard the water running, turning curious to each other in curiosity...nobody else on the team had run ahead, and there was supposed to be nobody else here...so who could it be?

What they would find was Julie, completely nude, blissfully enjoying the spray of the water as if nobody else was there, unaware of the torment that was awaiting her as several guys, frustrated sexually and physically, simply gaped at her for a moment until she opened her eyes and saw them.