The boy in the bleachers

He pushed me to the wall, lips smashed against mine. I moaned in his mouth. I'm already getting hard. He grabs the back of my thighs and pulls me so he is carrying me. His hands go in my skirt and he squeezes my ass. "Mhm..ah" I moan into his mouth again. His tongue grazes my bottom lip, asking for access. I open my mouth a little bit and he shoves his tongue in my mouth. I gasp and he plunges it deeper. "Ah we can't do this. We're in the locker rooms." I say out of breath when he finally let's my lips go. He kisses me harder then before. I moan at the roughness. "But your enjoying this so much" he responds in a seductive voice. I got even harder if that's possible. "And your friend definitely is enjoying this." He says as he sets us down on the bench. I'm straddling him as he untucks my shirt from my skirt. His hands travel all over my torso as he sucks on my neck. He licks my earlobe and I let out a moan. Damn it he found my sweet spot. He takes his hand and starts feeling my nipple as he kisses me even harder. I grind my hips on him and he moans in my mouth this time. "Naomi don't do that." I grin and do it again. He quickly picks us up and walks to the showers. He pushes me on the shower wall and he is still holding me. He kisses me roughly and puts me down. Oh no is it because I'm heavy? Am I fat? I start to pull away but he keeps me still. He puts his hands in my shirt and his hands roam my body. Suddenly, laughter fills the locker room as Asher's friends walk in.