Chapter 1 - Pitta
Foxy and the cheerleaders come into the locker room after practice. I have gym class with all of them unfortunately. I go into my usual corner and try to focus on getting undressed and dressed again as quick as possible. I couldn’t take seeing Foxy undress…she’s too achingly beautiful. Suddenly, someone taps me on my naked shoulder. I turn slightly, shit! “Hey, I need some help. My necklace is caught on my bra,” Foxy said sweetly. Uh what? I meekly say yes and she turns around. I stare at her ass…its perfect like the rest of her. Dammit. I breath in a shaky breath and attempt to untangle it without grazing her skin. No such luck. I try and try and she said, “Wait, let me get rid of this.” Huh? Oh no, don’t do it. But she does, she reaches around and unbuckles her bra. I watch it fall to the floor and she turns around. My eyes zero in on her perfect breasts. They’re perky and the AC makes her nipples tight. “Here, try it now,” she said handing me her bra. I gulp, still staring at her chest. I see her smile, sexy and knowingly. I take it and force myself to look at the job she wants me to do. Thank God the other girls left so they can’t see what we’re doing. Wait, you’re just helping her not fucking her. Though…I’d love to fuck her. once it’s untangled I hand it to her and go back to my corner. I shove on my shirt and expect her to be out of the room. But she isn’t…she’s standing two inches from my face. “Thank you Pitta,” she says looking at my mouth. I nod and mutter, “We’re going to be late. You should…uh…put your shirt on.” Foxy smirks but wraps her arms around my neck. Holy shit. “What are you doing?” I ask dumbly. She leans in, her lips barely touching mine. “I think you know,” she says right before her hot lips go on mine. I moan and clutch her to me. Foxy shivers as I run a hand down her naked back and I grab her ass. “Oh,” she gasps. I start kissing her neck, her face; I just want to kiss her everywhere I could reach. “Pitta,” she says urgently taking my hand to her boobs. Fuck what am I doing? “Your hands are so soft,” she whispers in amazement. This isn’t how I imagined it, I thought I’d be the one seducing her. I need to stop…I can’t do this. Can I? “Pitta?” she looks at me confused. I’m still pressed against her tight, little body. I can feel my desire burning in my groin. “I-I-I can’t,” I suddenly blurt out. She flinches as if I’ve smacked her. “Foxy, listen…I just…” I stammer. She interrupts me, “Forget it, just forget this happened.” Then she’s gone.
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Gym class was absolute torture and I’m the only one who enjoys it. I guess mostly because the gym teacher is my softball coach and I get to lift weights so I can get my mind off shit. Ha! Today wouldn’t be one of those days. All I can think about is having my hands all over Foxy and nearly taking her in the locker room. She wanted it…I could tell…but I’m an idiot. “Fuck me,” I mutter to myself. “I’d love to,” a voice says behind me as I pump the 50lb dumbbell above my head. “Shut up dick,” I say to Jarred. He’s the biggest pervert in school. He’s always after the girls, especially the few lesbians that are out. “Oh common baby don’t be like that. I could change you,” he said coming in front of me. Jarred eyes my open legs with an evil grin and I sit up. “Could you be more of an asshole or is that just how you were born?” I snapped. He laughs hard and I roll my eyes. “Jarred! Get your nasty butt on the track!” Coach D yells. He winks at me before jogging away. When he looks over his shoulder I flip him off. His friend join in with high fives and laughs. Dickheads. “You alright Pitta?” Coach asks looking at me over her sunglasses. I shake my head yes and I get up to start running with everyone else. Foxy ends up catching up to me with a group of her cheerleaders. When she passes me, she looks at me with a strange look on her face. I keep running, but I look at her too. She’s sweating, her blonde hair sticking to her face but she’s still a damn goddess. I bite my lip to suppress a groan. Foxy seems to detect my hots for her, she smirks and goes ahead of me. One of the cheerleaders shouts out to me, “Dyke!” I snort and yell back, “You’re not my type baby!” The girl looks at me in disgust and I kiss the air her way. She immediately looks away and runs faster. Prissy princess.
