One day, I was sitting in the girls' changing room, and the prettiest girl I had ever seen walked in wearing her short, green hockey skirt and switched on the shower. She hadn't noticed that I was there in the corner gawking at her stupidly as she undressed and stepped in the shower. I stood up and slowly and quietly tiptoed over so I could have a closer look at her in the shower. She was so gorgeous.
Her name was Alicia Dickson with long blonde hair and blue eyes with a stunning and slender figure. And her breasts. Oh, man, her breasts were like soft pillow cushions that you just wanted to bury your face in.
What was I thinking? I wasn't gay, was I? But just as I was thinking that, a strange and growing stirring came in my groin. It grew stronger the longer I stared at Alicia wet and naked in the shower so much so that it made my penis grow out so it looked like I had a rocket underneath my skirt. My right hand ran down my legs and then up and went inside my knickers. I began to stroke my dick up and down slowly as I watched Alicia's big breasts bounce as the water flowed down them. The rhythm of my stroking increased and began to make a smacking sound and I accidentally began to moan with pleasure.
Alicia turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around her as she stepped out. She heard my loud smacking sound in the steamed up changing room. "Hello? Who's there?" she called.
Because I was so busy masturbating hard and moaning pleasurably, I didn't hear her call out. I cried as I came in my hand.
"Hello? Are you okay?" she called again.
I stood up quickly just as the steam was clearing.
"What are you doing in here?" Alicia demanded.
"I was just getting some a toilet roll," I replied. I turned, and she caught glimpse of my still rock hard dick sticking out of my skirt. I grabbed a toilet roll and quickly left.
A few hours later, I was coming from the library when Alicia and her friend Nikki grabbed me by the shoulder and dragged me into a small room with a table and candles.
"What do you want?" I asked, warily.