Basketball Practice

You attended a small college around a half hour away from your home. You wouldn't have classes today. However, you were on a partial scholarship for the basketball team, and practices always took place in the mornings. So you quickly got dressed for practice, grabbed your car keys, wallet, and phone, and hastily sprinted out the front door.

You were able to park in the economy lot on the other side of campus, and made your morning run across the mile-long campus grounds, towards the basketball arena. Normally at this time of the morning, very few people were milling about the campus, as the light of the sun had only just begun to show its rays. It took you only a few short minutes to make your way to the basketball arena, enter through the side door near the loading dock, and sprint down the lower hall towards the entry to the court. You were immediately greeted by your teammates, and practice quickly fell under way. You had missed a full 5 of 7 free throws in your last practice game, so it was easy to determine what you intended to dedicate the bulk of your time to.

The coach was not present, nor any of the practice staff. The stadium itself seemed desolate other than the roughly 12 members of your team practicing on the court. You curiously questioned your teammate Jacobs about this, who only shrugged and answered "Must be some sort of athletics meeting if none of them are here."

After a full 5 hour practice session, you could see a small group of girls gathered near the home locker-room door. They appeared to be waiting somewhat patiently for their turn on the court for the afternoon volleyball practice session, which meant your time must have been up for at least thirty minutes. You were the first to mention that your practice session had probably ran up, and slowly urged your team towards the home locker room.

As your team milled off of the court, you began to feel a bit self-conscious. Normally when you practiced, you tended to go without a shirt and wear just your shoes and athletic shorts. You didn't really mind any of your team seeing you without your shirt (after all, you still used the locker room showers, and changed in the same room), but the obvious looks and eyes from the volleyball girls made you blush a bit, and walk a bit faster towards the locker room.

Once inside, you quickly ran over to the shower stall area. Each stall had a curtain, and a small stack of towels was sat outside the doorway between the locker area and shower area. You grabbed a white towel off of the rack, hung it outside the stall you typically chose for post-practice showers, and began stripping down immediately after closing the stall door. You enjoyed the feel of the consistently hot water running down your bare back, and breathed a sigh of relief.