I don't know how it is where you live, but in Florida football is right next to God, country and family and I'm not sure what order it goes in. Besides currently having three successful professional franchises in the Miami Dolphins, Tampa Bay Bucs, and the Jacksonville team, there are also three highly successful, major college football programs in The University of Florida, FSU, and the University of Miami. All of this success, of course, initially stemmed from the high school ranks, so even football at that level is taken quite seriously.
The university I attended was not part of the big three but their team had been practicing for most of the summer. Their first game would be in a few days. As we stood near the sidelines watching them, we could see the players cutting their eyes towards us, whenever they felt they could get away with it. Finally one of the coaches noticed we were being a distraction and chased us away, none too nicely I might add.
Naturally enough revenge immediately entered my mind and I turned to Kristine and suggested we investigate the boys locker room, while they were out at practice. Kristine indicated she was up for it and away we went to see what kind of trouble we could cause. Mwahaha!
Sneaking in wasn't hard, because the doors weren't locked. In the first place, everyone else was supposed to have already left and who would think anybody would mess around with the football team anyway. The scary part was right when we entered, because we weren't certain if there may still be someone in the locker room, but it was completely empty. We immediately attempted to open lockers, some of them had those combination locks on, but some were unlocked.
Let's get one thing straight, we weren't in there to rip anybody off. We just wanted to see what kind of havoc we might be able to cause. Haha! I found some jock straps at one point and began throwing them at Kristine. She screamed and was running around like a chicken with her head cut off and I was laughing my ass off.
When we heard the players beginning to enter the locker room, we became completely panicked! I'll admit it. We flipped out and ended up running the wrong way and became dead ended in the shower room. Kristine was looking all crazy and confused, when she asked, "What are we gonna do, Sara?!"
Kristine always looked to me to get us out of our jams. It was only right, because I was the one, who usually got us into them. I answered her by quickly stripping off my outfit, until I was standing stark naked.
"Here," I said, handing my clothes to my beautiful friend. "As soon as the shower room starts to fill up with players, run out and go to the nearest door to the right and out into the hallway. Don't try to make it to the door that leads outside. There'll still be players coming in and you would never make it. Once you hit the hallway, keep running until you find a janitor and explain to them you got locked in and they'll let you out. Then wait out front for me. For God's sake, don't panic and run home. I wouldn't relish trying to run home from school stark naked the way I used to when I was in the sixth grade!"
Kristine appeared completely aghast, when she replied, "Sara, you're not going to fuck the whole team, are you?"
"Oh relax," I giggled. "Even I'm not that slutty. Besides I don't even know these guys. I just know once they spot me naked, they won't pay any attention to you."
Sure enough, as soon as the shower room began to fill up with huge, nude, sweaty football players, Nicole was able to just waltz out, because they were all staring at me with their mouths hanging open and some pricks already becoming hard at the sight of me. Remember, these are young men. They can get hard for no reason just walking down the hallway at school.
Can you imagine that some of these guys were trying to hide their penis from me. God, I couldn't believe it. What a bunch of blushing virgins! I'll tell you some of these guys were just fat slobs, but those were the lineman. The rest of these guys were pretty good looking and then a boy sauntered in, who I did recognize.
He was the starting quarterback and he used to live in our neighborhood. His name was Eric and he was a blond Adonis, let me tell you. He was also purported to be a great quarterback and already in line as a candidate for the Heisman Trophy, but I didn't know about that. I wasn't much into football then. I did become quite a fan later, but that was when I was a cheerleader. That's a story for another time.
He stood about six feet, three and his prick looked to hang down halfway to his knees. I thought I had died and gone to heaven again. I could tell he fancied me, as he walked right towards me. The players in the crowded shower room cleared a path for him, as the Red Sea had for Moses. After all he was the starting quarterback and those guys are minor Gods in college in Florida.
Eric moved in until he was almost touching me with his giant cock that was already hard. I was completely ready to do this guy, I want you to know.
"And you are?" he asked me kindly, never once acting as though it was in any way odd to find a naked girl waiting in the men's shower room.
God, I could barely speak, I was shaking so much. This was a very unusual occurrence for me. It was usually I who was in compete charge of the situation.
I finally managed to eek out, "I'm Sara."
"And I'm -," he began to say until I interrupted. "Oh, I know who you are. You used to live in my neighborhood."
After that, Eric began to peer at me closely, until I saw recognition enter his eyes. "Oh, you're the girl we used to call Bubblegom," he declared and then he laughed heartily. He had a beautiful laugh.
