"The men's locker room." Chelsea finished, and it took every fiber of his body to not drop his jaw in shock. Not as much as if she suggested the women's locker room, but still. Arnold couldn't believe how bold this girl was.
"B-But but... why would you do that for me?" Arnold had to ask; a small part of him believed this was some trick. No way would a girl - a popular cute one that is - go out of her way to sneak into the opposite gender's locker room for him. "I-I... won't you get in trouble? A-And..." He suddenly felt his hand being gently grabbed.
"Trust me, I won't get in trouble." Chelsea held his hand while speaking with confidence. She seemed to know what she was planning, and Arnold couldn't help but not protest or feel skeptical. "But you need to be completely on-board with this. Any doubt or hesitation from you, I'll be at a higher risk of getting caught. And you don't want me to get in trouble, right? You wanna have fun with a friend, right?"
Arnold, having multiple feelings, two of which included nervousness and excitement from getting to hang out with a hottie, simply nodded. "W-What's the plan anyway? I can't t-think of anything fun to do in a locker room..."
As soon as he finished, Chelsea got closer to him again. In fact, she got closer than the first time. She started caressing his chest with one hand, and still held his hand with the other. "Let's put it this way... two people in a locker room... alone." Emphasis on the word, "alone", and she could hear a hitch in his voice. "I think all of this pool water has made us feel... dirty. Maybe a nice warm shower can help with that. Don't you agree?"
His body now trembling with excitement, Arnold started putting the pieces together of what she meant. "Y-You mean... we're showering n-naked together?"
Chelsea's smile turned into a flirtatious grin. Her caressing hand reached up to his chin and held it gently. "Bingo." And as if to seal the deal, her hand trailed down his chest... down to his stomach... and ending right at his erection. She gave his member a few, slow strokes, eliciting moans from Arnold.
But she stopped after a few strokes and left him yearning for more. "P-Please, d-don't stop..." Arnold begged.
That was when Chelsea started moving away, but not before giving him one last look. "If you come, I'll make you cum." After a wink, she swam off to another area in the pool, leaving the pent-up nerd all by himself again.
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