Her curiosity gets the better of her.

There was no one else in the hallway, and she hadn't noticed anybody pass her to go into the locker room, so why did she see movement? Denying herself other indulgences she felt it only right and natural to indulge herself this one. Walking calmly and as soft as she could to the boys locker room she could hear soft footsteps from within the locker room. Somebody was definitely in there but who? None of the teams were running yet, let alone holding tryouts and it was partway through the lunch period so all the gym class students would have had time to do what they needed and left already.

Emily just had to know who was in there, tentatively she reached out and pushed the door open to receive a blast of more perfumed products and body odour. However there was a slighlty familiar scent to the air as she entered the room, but what was that scent? Some sort of nut? Maybe a tree of some kind? In her haze of trying to identify the scent she had wondered into the middle of the change room amd was now standing face to face with a wet and partially naked Greg. The only thing covering him was a white towel currently held in place above his crotch. Emily couldn't help but stare at the outline of Greg's massive cock. She could feel her mouth begin to salivate as many, many sexual images flooded her mind. All her pent up arousal came flooding back to her and she could feel her mind unhinge into a daze of primal lust.

Realizing she must have been staring at his crotch for a solid minute her face flushed red as she looked up to Greg's piercing auburn eyes and cocky smile.