This is my first story for public consumption. If I get favorable feedback, I have others. I would like to thank volunteer editors Writerscan, Fast Flash, and Woodman for their help.
Part 1...Like a Splinter
It all started after my senior year in High School. I had graduated in the top fifth of my class and scored well on the SATs. I was enjoying a carefree summer prior to going to a good private university on a small partial academic scholarship. Driving with my mom to the mall one day, we got T-boned by another car. It hit me on the passenger side and messed up my right leg pretty bad. The surgery went well, but we were told I could be in a wheelchair for 6 months. We decided to delay freshman year a year rather than try it in a wheelchair. I rehabbed hard at a local 'gym' that specialized in that stuff, and by late August I could walk normally. By September you could hardly tell, aside from two small scars. Ah, the healing power of youth. It's not like I was a jock or anything, but I spent a lot of time on leg exercises and swimming, so I built up my strength quickly. But, having already decided to delay college, I enrolled at the local community college. To make a little money, I took on a job at the same gym I rehabbed at. I had been a lifeguard years earlier, and all the swimming I was doing in rehab made for an easy transition.
The gym was a public-private partnership, which meant it had large, poorly equipped spaces that generally went unused. They didn't pay well but I didn't need much, as I was still living at home. I worked evenings six days a week. I had a lot of time at the pool with no one to watch, especially at night when the rehabbers were gone. Another guy, Kevin, was working there, not a gorilla for sure, but when you work in an empty gym you tend not to be a string bean. When it got dead, we would sit and chat and workout together after closing time. He was nice and really cute, brown eyes and all. He was a sophomore at the same community college 'collecting credits' to make the real college degree cheaper next year when he started at State U. We flirted, but no real sparks were flying. I'm pretty good looking and was in terrific shape, but it just didn't develop that way.
The locker rooms were large and open, like in high school. I don't know who they thought was going to use them. Going back to the public-private thing, some stuff, like the plumbing, wasn't in good repair. One of the toilets in the women's locker room would get stuck and hammer something fierce until you jiggled it, making a racket throughout the offices. It was a pain because I was usually the only woman there and would have to run in to get it. I guess that was a good thing or it might run all night. After working there for a month, the manager went on to better things and Kevin was given the end-of-day paperwork duties as I took over the lock-up duties, etc. We kinda did it all together anyway.
One day, the hot water line in the men's locker room burst. Public-private and all, it ended up taking 3 weeks to get it fixed. Most of the clients and patients took it in stride. Since we owned the place at night, I told Kevin it was OK to use the women's shower while I locked up. This arrangement worked fine for the first 4 nights. Friday night, however...
It started out as a normal enough day. Not too many clients, we closed up and worked out. I told Kevin to hit the showers and I would close up. I checked all the doors and then dropped the keys by the circuit breaker panel, got my hand greasy trying to get it, got distracted and was thinking about a homework assignment and just walked into the women's locker room to wash my hands. I looked over into the shower area and froze. There was Kevin in all his glory. He didn't look like he had seen me. I stood gape-jawed and stared and became aware of a certain tingling down low. I don't know how long I stood there, it felt like hours. He started rinsing out his hair and I fortunately snapped out of it before he cleared his eyes and I ran out of there. I doubled over in the hall, flushed, hot and bothered, confused. How could I do that to him? I had never actually gotten a good look at a naked guy. I would feel so violated if roles were reversed. Damn, what a body though. Oh, I am scum. I should have left immediately. I even forgot about my greasy hand and put it on my forehead. I heard Kevin whistling as he came to the door. I ran into the Men's locker room, thinking I had to wash my hand and now my head. After I ran in I realized his stuff was in there...CRAP! I hid in the back while he dressed, sweating bullets, dying a thousand deaths of embarrassment. It didn't take him very long, thank god, and he walked right out. I waited a few minutes and then dashed out and into the women's locker room. I washed my face and grabbed my shit and bolted out the door. Right into Him.
"You OK?" he asked, half catching me.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I stammered, spinning away. I was blushing furiously. "Yeah, I gotta go." I couldn't even look at him. I ran on.
"I'll lock up!" he shouted after me.
I yelled a thanks over my shoulder and raced to my car. I was shaking. I had to calm myself just to get my car key in. Driving home on the beltway, I looked down and saw I was doing 90. I had never driven that fast, and I was trembling, bad combination. I slowed down and managed to get home alive.
I went right to my room and closed the door. Safe at home, at last. I let out a huge sigh and then settled into my routine. I opened my homework, and then remembered that is what distracted me to get me into the locker room to him in the shower...the flush and the tingle came back. I fought it off again and again, but everything seemed to remind me of him. Like a splinter in my mind's eye, I couldn't shake the vision of him standing there, naked, oblivious to me.
That night, I started to masturbate to his vision, but I felt so guilty I forced myself to stop. Now, I'm no prude, I had pleasured a few boyfriends and had even gone all the way once, but I had never been bothered like this. I slept fitfully, waking several times to find myself touching myself. What could I do? I had to tell him. How? "Uhhhh, Kevin? Remember when I said you should go into the women's locker room and shower? Well, I watched you." Oh, god I would rather die than say that. But oh, that ass. At about 5 AM an idea came to me. So much for things being clearer in the morning. I would take a shower and he would chance in and see me! Then we would be even and everything would be OK!
With that settled, I slept well the rest of the morning. Then I woke and realized that Kevin would never just waltz into the women's locker room while I was showering. Kevin wasn't a scum-bag--unlike me. I could go in the men's room-except there was no hot water so Kevin wouldn't be in there either. Unfortunately-or maybe not-the duality of my guilt and the charge of seeing him like that wore on my subconscious. I even caught myself drawing a doodle of the scene in my class notes! In my second class, after my 5000th indecent though of him, now combined with visions of him ogling me as I showered, the light bulb went on. And a wicked little smile played over my face.
Part 2...Even the Score
I went to the gym that night happy as a lark and brimming with confidence. Everything was going to be fine. Kevin saw me on the way in. My heart did a flip flop flip but I nailed him with a lascivious smile.
"You get home OK? You left kinda quick," he asked.
"Yeah, it was nothing." I looked him over and wasn't ashamed as we walked to the back.
"It's OK, I just finished locking up for you," he said, but without any venom.
"I'll make it up to you tonight," I glanced at him and grinned at that Freudian slip. It went right over his head. He didn't even hear the wings flap.
"No problem," he replied absently and went along his way.
I went into the locker room and checked the place out. Everything was just as I had envisioned it. I plopped my bag down right on the bench in the front. This was going to work. Oh yeah, I was a naughty little girl.
The day went slowly. Really slowly. I couldn't wait for it to end. But there we sat, still 4 hours to go. Sometimes I would touch myself a little just to keep the tension up. Not that I need any more tension, but it sure was fun. Kevin stopped by once to chat, but a client came in and we only got to say hi. I got a good look at him as he walked away, my eyes lingering on his bottom. I was feeling so naughty!
Finally, closing time. Kevin locked the front door and we worked out together. When he was done, I told him to hit the shower as I was going to do one more set of legs and then lock up. He tottered off to the women's locker room showers. As soon as the door closed I raced around, locking up everything in record time-had to 'keep my eye on him'. I waited down the hall for him, out of casual sight, and he took forever. I could barely contain myself when he came out to get dressed, but I hid myself well. He emerged from the Men's locker room and went into the office to do the paperwork. I paused to try and compose myself and sauntered down the hall to check on him.
"All clean?" I inquired, walking in.
"Hey. All locked up?"
"Yup." I looked at the stack of papers on the desk. "You almost done?"
"No, it's the end of the month and I have to rectify all the dailies."
I knew it. I had planned for it. It was puuuuurfect.
"Well, I'll just shower and split, OK? I have to get home early tonight, I'll just let myself out."
"Okay, no problem," he said, barely looking up. "Drive safe."
I went into the locker room and checked my watch. I removed my bag from the bench and stashed it in the shower. I figured I had 10 minutes to kill. What's a horny girl to do with 10 minutes prior to a sexcapade? You know it. But I didn't let myself go all the way. I was really strung out with sexual tension; it had been building for nearly 24 hours now. I checked my watch and snuck out. He was still in the office. I went to the front door and gave it a good couple of loud shakes. Nothing from Kevin. I tiptoed back into the locker room, giddy with wicked excitement. I went into the shower, stripped and started it, the one he had been at last night, the one with the perfect angle for looking. I took out my bottle of baby powered at put down a light dusting on the floor, so that afterwards I would be able to tell if he walked in.
I wetted my hair. Then I pranced to the somewhat defective toilet and jiggled it until the hammering started. I ran back to the showers and started shampooing. I knew the pipes ran right over the office where he was working. He should figure the noise at the door was me leaving and should figure it was clear to come in. My bag was no longer right in front of the door. The acoustics of the locker room made the showers quite quiet, as I discovered last night. He had no reason to suspect! I worked the shampoo into a froth, my profile facing the doorway he would have to walk past to fix the toilet. I sucked in my little tummy and thrust out my chest for maximum effect.
