The Favor
Copyright© 2004 by MWTB
Chapter 30: The Locker Room
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 30: The Locker Room - She was my best friend, but not my girlfriend. Then she asked the question that changed our relationship completely. Golden Clitoride 2nd Place, 2005, Best BDSM Story
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Consensual Incest Mother Brother Sister Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Humiliation Gang Bang First Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Water Sports
I was on my way to class when I saw Rachel coming down the hall, and an idea struck me.
"Can you miss your next class?" I asked her.
"I guess," she said.
"Good, put your books down and come with me," I instructed. She did as I asked, and she followed me. I took her down towards the gym, and we waited for the next class to begin. Rachel looked at me questioningly, but she did not object to the waiting. When the next class was in session, I led her over to the boy's locker room.
"What are we doing at the locker room?" she asked.
"You look a little dirty to me," I told her. "I thought that you could use a shower."
"But this is the boy's locker room," she said.
"Well, I want to watch, and I couldn't very well go into the girl's locker room, could I?" I responded. Before she could complain again, I took her hand and pulled her into the locker room.
I took her over to the lockers and when she just stood there I said, "Well, you can't take a shower in your clothes! Get undressed!"
She looked around nervously, but she started undressing. She was wearing a white, button down shirt, which she unbuttoned and slipped off. She stood there in a black skirt and white bra. The bra was thin white lace and her pink nipples clearly showed through it. She slipped off her skirt next, and she stood there in the white lace bra and matching panties. They were string bikinis, with a white lace band that went over her hips. They were as translucent as her bra, and I could see her bald pussy peeking out of them.
She reached behind her in that move that all girls seem to pick up and unfastened her bra and slipped it off. No matter how often I see her tits, I don't get tired of them. They are not huge, but they have a natural firmness that you only seem to find on teenage girls. The pink tipped nipples pointed ever so slightly upwards, standing out brightly in the middle of her breasts. Both nipples were crinkled and extended, seemingly asking to be nibbled on, and her rings were hanging down freely from them.
I watched as she slowly slipped her lace panties down, first off one hip, then the other, wiggling her ass as she removed them. When they were off, she started to head towards the shower when I stopped her.
"Sit down here on the bench," I told her. "I need to see how dirty you are."
She blushed a bit, but did as I instructed. I had her straddle the bench, then I pushed her back to lie on it. I got down between her legs and examined her closely. Her pussy was smooth, and her lips hung down slightly, puffy and red, spread open, as if waiting for something to enter her.
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