Move into the locker room

The four of you agree that you're clean enough to get down and dirty on each other. Lynn turns off the showers and Stacy hands you a towel to dry off. You bend over to get the towel around your hair when you feel a towel whip you from behind. SNAP

"Yow!" you yelp. You turn and identify Lynn as your attacker. "Oh yeah?" You challenge playfully, winding up your towel. You chase her out of the showers, towel cocked to strike. Amina and Stacy cheerfully follow.

You catch up to Lynn in short time and give her a snap of your towel. She barely registers a response. You look to see what's distracting her. It's a slender brunette in glasses. She's just as shocked at seeing you guys as you are her. She awkwardly fumbles with her bag, eyes still on your naked bodies. Stacy and Amina enter to break the tension.

"Hey Lynn, enough horsing around, let's fuck alre..." Stacy notices the fifth girl now too. "Uh... hey, who's she?"

"I... I'm sorry to bother you..." the mysterious girls stammers. "I'll just leave. Let's pretend this didn't happen..." She heads to the door but her trembling fingers won't allow her to open it.

"Wait a minute, how do we know she won't squeal to one of the coaches?" Stacy asks.

"Um... oh no, I'd never th.. think to..." she responds quietly.

"Aw, I don't think she'll tell anyone," you chime in, still trying to get over the awkward feeling of standing naked in front of this stranger. You feel secure in the fact that you could probably just wish her to forget but you get the feeling that Lynn has a more interesting solution in mind.

"Well, there's only one way to be sure." Lynn decides.