(If you'd like to skip to the dirtier bits then roughly 40% in there a "[Getting Juicy]" text marker. Searching for that without "" in your browser should help you get there quicker if that's more in line with the purpose of your reading.)
*Sunday, nine days after her first 'punishment', three days after bumping into him in the hallway.*
Sunday badminton was a time honoured tradition for her and her friends.
A fun way to exercise, but more importantly a reason to get up before lunch after a Saturday night out and sweat off the hangover you most probably had.
It was extra fun when someone had a really bad hangover, which luckily wasn't her this time, though often had been in the past. Getting to dish out some retribution on a friend or two that may have downed a few drinks too many last night was really going to be fun.
To that end she purposefully, and with maybe a bit too much glee, closed her locker's door shut loudly when one of her more hungover friends walked past.
The startlement followed by a hint of misery on her face, along with the amused grins and laughs of her other friends, was absolutely priceless. A playful smack on her butt back was the response from the friend in question, along with a promise that the tables would be turned in a week or two.
She sat down on the bench to tie her shoes as she replied it most probably would be, history and statistics sure backed it up, before letting the conversation return to where it had been before her stunt.
They were piecing back together the events of last night, mostly for the benefit of those that had been too drunk to remember everything properly.
He had said this, she had said that, they would surely have done that if it wasn't for that other thing and the obligatory embarrassing moments rehashed. She had held herself back unusually much last night, not trusting herself to not spill the beans of what she and her teacher had been doing if she had had one too many, so wasn't featured much in the retelling.
Not that she was embarrassed of what she and her teacher had done or something, really, but it was probably best to keep it under wraps for now.
Realistically she wasn't ever going to keep it from them forever, it wasn't in the cards at all, but for now she'd keep them in the dark about what she had done last Friday when they were out. Also what had happened in that stairwell this week, and why she didn't even pause before turning down the guys who hit on her last night.
Eventually, once everyone had gotten dressed and ready, they left the locker room to head out to the courts they had reserved.
One of her friends was making way too bold statements on the future results of the games they were about to play, which she of course was forced to respond to with bold statements of her own.
It was during that, when her head was turned back to address the future loser, that she walked straight into someone as she rounded a corner.
Her racket got caught and twisted between her and whomever she bumped into such that she fumbled and dropped it, adding to the embarrassment of the collision and unwilling yelp she had let out on impact.
Quite flustered and feeling very silly she apologised profusely to the person as she quickly knelt down to pick up her racket, freezing when she looked up at the person she had bumped. It was him, her teacher.
Flashbacks to the last time when she had been down in front of him like this, at his office, flooded her mind and added to her flustered state.
He broke the moment when he, with a seemingly knowing grin, said "Surely my classes aren't so bad that my students feel the need to retaliate by stabbing me in the back with rackets, are they?..".
She struggled momentarily thinking of something to say, angry with herself not only for having gotten in this situation but also for not having some retort or reply at hand, before she was interrupted by the laughter of the guys he was standing with.
"Clearly they are!" one of them loudly exclaimed before continuing "Or maybe to avenge some unjust grading you saddled her with, why else would this young lady be so justifiably assaulting you?".
At this both he and some of her friends behind her joined in on the laughter, giving her a precious moment to stand up and quickly clear her head.
"Come now, miss, please tell these jokers that I'm a wonderful teacher" he said, briefly turning back to the guys he was with before looking back at her and continuing "who you've had many positive interactions with and HAVE FILLED YOU WITH LOADS of knowledge.".
She wasn't quite sure if she had imagined the emphasis on those words or not, and the smirk he had now afterwards could easily be interpreted in so many ways as well. Determined not to be made to look even more foolish than she already had, she returned his smirk to buy herself a moment to think of a return quipp.
"Of course, I've experienced so many beneficial effects from interactions with you, sir." she said, pausing for suspense and glancing over the guys he was with who looked to be eagerly awaiting some punchline from either her or one of their own.
Not giving them the chance she continued, "Interactions with none of my other teachers leave me feeling quite so spent and READY FOR BED." resulting in more laughter from pretty much everyone privy to this little exchange and an even bigger smile from him, quite definitely a knowing one she felt confident of now.
A few short and quick comments from the other guys were followed by slightly more tame ones from her friends, who followed theirs with clarifications that they thought his classes were actually really good.
Any awkwardness she had felt was quickly washed away by now and after a few brief moments of polite small talk between the two groups her friends excused themselves and dragged her with them towards their reserved courts, somewhat to her chagrin.
Luckily her friends were too busy focusing on the second half of the interaction to focus on the, to her, shameful start of it. She already knew most of them thought their teacher was hot, and a few spicy comments were made regarding him in his training clothes, but many of their remarks were regarding the other guys.
One particularly giggle inducing comment was when one of her friends half-joked that they shouldn't have excused themselves and joined the two groups into one for a big group date, although one of her more observant friends somewhat ruined that fantasy by pointing out that they had had squash rackets rather than badminton ones.
Still the notion made her smile to herself, and she found herself wishing that had happened and almost wanted to share why she wanted that with her friends. But no, not now.
The next one and a half hours of badminton felt like they went by in a flash. Match after match, singles and doubles, with rotating matchups and changing teams.
She and most of her friends weren't super serious about the game, it was mostly a good and fun way to combine exercise and socialising, but that didn't mean that the match results were inconsequential.
It was, after all, more fun to win than to lose, or atleast to play well according to one's skill rather than playing poorly.
Sadly, on that account and for her, her mind had been rather unfocused during the matches. More than once had her mind been so far off that she had missed returning a serve. She had still done alright though, at least against the more hungover of her opponents.
Back in the locker room there was a very different pattern that they fell into. There was a structure, a format, a tradition that they almost always followed before playing. Now, after playing, there was none of that.
Without their shared appointment everyone did things at their own speed. Two of them lived close by, close enough to walk, and went home straight away to shower at home.
The rest simply had very different plans, timetables and preferences to adhere to. Some rushed, some took their sweet time. She was a bit of both, switching between them depending on schedule like most of her friends, but today she made absolutely no effort at getting done quickly.
She had hoped to bump into him again, her teacher, on the way back to the locker rooms, but that hadn't happened. Him and his friends might have played for an hour instead of their hour and a half, or they simply didn't head for their locker rooms at close enough times.
Wild and probably unrealistic speculations of what such a meeting might have led to filled her mind as she enjoyed the feeling of hot water running down her skin. In her mind the hands running over her body as she was spreading out and rinsing off the soap weren't hers, they were his.
He'd come in here, run his hands over her body to clean her off only to push her up against the walls to make her dirty all over again. She'd be pinned between his body and the tiles, impaled on his cock and getting fucked rough into the wall, the sound of their wet bodies slamming together would ring off the walls.
At first she'd struggle with his size, some discomfort mixing with the pleasure at being stretched out and used like a sex toy. But the discomfort would fade and the pleasure would just increase, higher and higher, until she came on his large cock and he'd fill her up with his warm seed.
She got pulled out of her reverie by the realisation that she was not imagining the sound of something wet hitting something.
She glanced down, no she hadn't instinctively and without realising it started to finger herself. Good, the shower wasn't exactly private, she could easily have been found out.
She peered over her shoulder, looking for the sound. In her eye's periphery she caught a glimpse of a woman's back, the timing of the sound aligning with her steps on the wet floor as she was exiting the showers.
Hadn't that woman come when she was already well underway with her shower? Just how long had she let herself drift off?
Suddenly very thankful of the tiled walls dividing each shower on the sides she adjusted the shower knob for a lower temperature, clearly she needed to cool off.
Only one of her friends was still in the locker room when she made her way back to her spot. Her friend was blow drying her hair, by looks done or almost so, and their eyes met briefly in the mirror she was standing in front of.
"You took your sweet time in there, everything ok?" her friend asked loudly over the blow dryer.
"Yeah, I, ehm..." she started before speaking up, "I just had a muscle that I needed to stretch out. I must have pulled it when playing, and it took some time." she said to her friend.
