Fart story one-shots 2!

Locker Room Talk

The doors to the girls locker room opened, and the room was filled momentarily with the sounds of the chatter from outside. Ellie looked into the locker room, her brown eyes travelling over the single bench and the lockers on either side of it. There was no one there. It was dark, and the showers, located around the corner, were quiet. Ellie was alone.

She silently slipped into the locker room, and the motion activated lights began to flicker on. The door started to close behind her, and she shot a quick glance over her shoulder at the other girls outside before they closed. Then she brushed her curly hair out of her face and headed further into the room.

Ellie had just finished her first volleyball practice. The other girls in the team were still outside, chit chatting like old friends. Most of them already knew each other, there weren't a lot of new girls. But Ellie didn't feel like talking to her teammates right now.

Her teammates were all beautiful. As in, they were incredibly attractive girls, all of them. They had the faces of Hollywood actresses or models, and volleyball had shaped their already stunning bodies into works of art.

Now, Ellie was no exception. She had a curvy body, with a shapely ass, thick thighs, and appealing breasts. Her face boasted large dark brown eyes, strong cheekbones, and full lips, with a charming smile to boot. Her milk chocolate colored skin was absolutely flawless, and her thick curly brown hair was a wonder on its own.

But man, her teammates. Her teammates were all goddesses. They were tall, they were athletic, and they had incredible curves. Mind-blowing curves. Ellie wasn't aware the human body was capable of the perfection that was the booties she had seen during practice. The round, mouthwatering, heart-shaped bubble butts her teammates possessed beautifully stretched out their thin volleyball shorts. And Ellie had seen her fair share of legs, but her teammates boasted the legs of Greek deities. Their thighs were a perfect marriage of muscle and fat. As if the long, shapely sexy legs weren't enough, Ellie was now sure that the reason the team had won so many championships before was because everyone else was distracted by their breasts. Even sports bras could not hide the size and scope of some of the breasts Ellie had seen during the practice.

Ellie took a deep breath. Her face was still hot, as well as the area between her legs, and it wasn't because of the practice she had just finished.

Sometimes she wished she wasn't attracted to girls. It sure made doing normal everyday things with other girls, like playing volleyball, difficult. It also didn't help that Ellie was easily turned on. Seeing those girls leap around her, with those big butts in those tight shorts, and sweat dripping down their beautiful faces into their cleavage, was one hell of an experience, and Ellie barely made it through. Even their coach was a hottie. If one were to look up "bimbo" in the dictionary, the definition would just be a collage of pictures of Ellie's volleyball coach.

So when the practice had ended, Ellie couldn't bare to stay around and chat. She was extremely turned on already, and standing around with her sweaty teammates, with their wide curvy hips and foxy faces, would've only made matters worse.

Ellie closed her eyes, trying to clear her head and get rid of the images of her blonde volleyball coach undressing.

"I need a cold shower," she sighed to herself. "That might clear my head."

She walked over to her locker. Her buttcheeks bulged out against her thin black shorts as she bent over a little, her hand reaching for the combination lock. She bit her lips, her dark brown eyes staring at the lock with concentration as she started to turn it. It clicked open, and she reached for the bottle of soap that she brought.

With every second that passed by, she fought with her brain, trying to stop it from conjuring up erotic images of her teammates.

She placed the bottle of soap on the bench, and then started undressing. First she pulled off her sweat stained volleyball shirt. She tossed it in her locker and straightened up. Her waist was toned, and her stomach showed a hint of abs. Like her teammates, Ellie was very athletic, and it showed. Her hands moved to her chest, and she took off her sports bra.