Jamila was thirsty.
No, literally - not what YOU probably thought. The sun had been beaming all week and made all the girls at the school tie up their hair and wear either shorts and crop tops or short dresses. Jamila had decided to go for the more athletic look, but she still needed some water. With a mischievous grin in her mind, she set up the sweetest smile and turned around:
"Hey Ben, would you be so kind and fetch me my purse from the classroom? I'm sooooo thirsty right now and I wanna get something from the vending machine, but the weather is so nice, and I don't want to go back inside before the break is over."
Ben struggled to maintain eye contact. "He is such a nice guy," Jamila thought.
"Hey, er... well, you know, I'd do that for you - of course - but erm... you know we aren't allowed to go back inside before the break's over, so...."
Fuck. Jamila had totally forgotten about that annoying rule.
"Oh well," she sighed, "Seems like I gotta do it myself then." She turned around. "Come on, Jana, let's go!"
"Already on my way!" Jana responded.
The entrance hall was packed. Jamila never understood why people would choose to stay in a room full of stuffy air and sweaty people that was not even a club when they could have just spent some time in the sun, at least pretending to get a tan. And they needed one more that her. "Turns out, having a Brazilian mom does have its perks," she thought and smirked.
Jana cleared a way for her, shoving all the other students aside.
"Excuse me, can you let us through, please?... Could you please move aside?... Just passing, thanks!... Dude, come on, move..."
This arrangement had two major advantages for Jamila. The first one was that she did not have to put up with that sea of horny little teenage boys herself. Gosh, they were pesky. Always staring at Jamila's boobs, getting closer to her than they deserved and definitely not displaying anything close to Ben's decency. Jamila did not even acknowledge their presence. Instead, she focused her gaze on her goal - the door that led into the school's main building. The only exception was a couple of glances at Jana's cute butt, a product of countless hours the two besties spent at the gym - and the second major advantage to this situation. Jamila took a mental note to reward Jana for her repeated obligingness. Probably next sleepover. Jana held the door open, and Jamila entered.
"Hey, what are you -... oh, hello Jamila," Mr. Baker interrupted himself with an embarrassed smile. "I am sorry, but you know that you cannot enter the school building during the breaks."
Jackpot. Mr. Baker shouldn't be an obstacle.
"Of course, I know that Mr. Baker" Jamila replied while twisting her ponytail around her finger, "but I am soooo thirsty and I just want to get my purse from my classroom and then I'll be outside again immediately! I promise!"
"Oh, well then... I guess a sensible girl that is less than a year away from graduation is not going to cause any mayhem in just a couple of minutes, are you?" Mr. Baker chuckled.
"Thank you soooo much, Mr. Baker, we'll be back outside in no time, I promise!"
As she left for her classroom, Jamila could feel his stare on her ass like a laser beam. Piece of cake, as predicted. "Well, seems like I can easily repay the favor," she thought and started to sway her butt like a model on a catwalk as the sound of her high heels clicking echoed through the building. He was staring anyway, so she might as well give him a little show to maintain his loyalty.
Later that day, Ben entered the gym's locker room, wiping off his sweat from the work out session. He both regretted starting to work out so late into the year AND having started at all. Yes, he wanted to be less skinny, but dang, why did every little exercise have to be THAT exhausting? Anyway, at least the gym was nice. He had only started going there earlier this week, but he already liked it here. As he sat down to take off his shoes, he looked at his phone: "Shit, so late already? Physics homework must have taken me even longer than I thought, no wonder I got here so much later than usually. Mr. Baker can really suck my dick!"
Not that he would ever let him, of course. Yikes. He'd rather have Jamila do that instead. Gosh, that woman was hot. "No, don't think of her now, Ben, you'll just get a hard on in the locker room and everybody will think you're gay."
It was clearly time to hit the shower and then get out of here. Speaking of showers though, why were all the other guys still here?
"Hey guys, I wanna take a shower. Is there a reason why no one else is going? Er, I mean, I am not asking you to join me, don't get me wrong, but I was just wondering..."
Silence ensued. "The fuck is wrong with these people?" Ben thought.
"Hello? Any comments, maybe?"
"...Steve is... still in there," John replied slowly. John was a nice guy. He was much more familiar with all the equipment at the gym and had introduced Ben to the place. Also, John was quite buff, and Ben secretly hoped to achieve his kind of body soon.
Ben laughed, "So what? Is Steve so fat that he needs all the showers for himself? Look, I have no idea who this guy is, but keeping half a dozen sweaty guys from taking a shower is kinda rude, isn't it?"
"... that... that's not it," John was visibly uncomfortable. "It's hard to explain."
"Ugh, screw it, I'm gonna take shower now, fuck that Steve guy," Ben shouted, as he grabbed his towel and a bottle of shampoo and slammed the door that led into the shower room behind him.
The shower area was entirely covered in white tiles. To the left, near the entrance, was a bathroom, while a door on the right led to the actual showers. One could not really get lost in here, which was quite fortunate, as the fog from the shower room immediately steamed up Ben's glasses. "Hey, that means that someone must be in here, indeed," Ben noticed. "Unless some dude just didn't turn off his shower."
"Hello? Anybody in here?" Ben turned around the corner and stepped into the shower room. Through his fogged-up glasses, he spotted some movement on the far side of the room and got a little closer. "Are you Steve?"
He regretted ever having asked.
The naked black man he saw had his back turned towards him, facing the shower instead. He was the biggest and strongest guy Ben had ever seen in real life. His back was twice as broad as Ben's and his arms had a similar circumference to John' legs. The guy was not even flexing yet, but calves and his tricepses were so well defined as if they had been carved from stone. A stream of water and shampoo flowed from his bald head all the way down his back to his ass. As Ben looked at it, his throat tightened. Sure, some of the girls in his class had been gossiping about guys with sexy butts, but he had never given this much thought. Turns out, they had good reasons. Ben swallowed.
