Part I
Hannah Veal was so irritated that she was struggling to get the combination right on the lock.
"Damn it to Hell!" She thought as she smacked the locker with her right hand. The echo of hallow metal rang through the empty locker room and a damp imprint of her hand was left on the locker door. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and put both of her hands above her head as she breathed in.
Coach Saunders had decided not to have Hannah compete on Saturday. Hannah was better than most of the other girls, but she was a freshman and Saunders didn't want to over work her. Her sitting out one competition was healthy and it would also teach her to be more of team player, something Hannah was not. Hannah on the other hand, disagreed. She had not spent her highschool years dedicated to diving, asked her parents to spend thousands of dollars on diving lessons, and left her friends in St. Louis and gone to Gainesville, just to sit on a bench.
Hannah opened her eyes and let her hands down. She than went back to the lock and opened it. She than took out her small St. Louis Cardinals themed shower bag and grabbed her faded, yellow, towel and put both on the bench behind her. She than took the black goggles off her head along with her swim cap and threw them in the locker. She than let her think, long, dirty blonde hair down and threw the hair tie in the locker as well.
Next, with both her hands, she grabbed the thin black straps of her swimsuit and pulled it down, past her breast, past her torso and groin, and stepped out of her solid black one piece. She threw the damp balled up suit in the locker and slammed the door shut. Then, wearing only flip flops, she picked up her small bag and towel and walked to the showers.
Hannah was 5'5 and around 115 pounds. She had hazelnut eyes, a face dotted with a multitude of various sized freckles, and a chin that was rounded and smooth, which complimented her feminine but strong facial features. She had abs and the perfect figure for a diver. Her breast were small and perky, but equal in size. Anything lacking in her upper half, however, was more than compensated for by her well rounded and curved bottom. Her long legs accentuated her butt, and it was an attribute both men and women noticed. Overall she was an attractive, petite, athletic 18 year old, yet she often felt she was at best average or mediocre looking.
Hannah walked over to the showers and went to the one on the far left, which was in the corner away by itself. Before entering the showers she hung her towel on the hook by the shower entrance. Nobody else was in the locker room. She had been so frustrated at the end of practice, when Coach Saunders had told the team the lineup for Saturday, that she had jumped back into the pool and swam some laps while the other girls got cleaned up. She was so frustrated that she couldn't even think about talking to anyone, especially teammates, about Saturday and decided to wait until everyone left so she could be by herself.
Hannah put her small bag on the small stand next to the shower head and than turned on the water, which was freezing cold as it hit her breast and stomach.
"Fucking shit! That's cold!" she said allowed as she backed up quickly. She waited a few seconds to let the water warm up and than stepped back into the jet of warm water. She let the water cascade down her body as she got her hair wet before she put soap in it. She then turned to face the wall and proceeded to start washing her hair. Hannah was so focused on cleaning her hair, while also her mind wandering with thoughts of anger towards her coach, she did not realize anyone had entered the locker room.
Jordan Cinder had left her phone in the locker room. She had not realized she had done this until she had gotten all the way out to her car. Jordan had wanted to text her fling, Emma, to tell her she was on her way over, but couldn't find her phone. Realizing it was in the locker room, she walked all the way back to get it. Jordan had been going over to her fling's apartment after practice every day for the past week or so. The relationship was purely sexual. Emma, her fling, was trying to get over her ex-boyfriend and was rebounding by sleeping with women. Jordan just wanted a stress reliver.
Like Hannah, Jordan was on the diving team. Jordan was a junior in college and was one of the few teammates Hannah recognized was better than herself. Jordan meanwhile had seen Hannah and recognized her talent, she also loved Hannah's figure and did enjoy seeing Hannah walk around. However the two of them had interacted very little.
Jordan walked into the locker room and as she did she heard water running from the shower area.
"Someone must've forgotten to turn off their water." she thought to herself as she walked back to where she usually kept her stuff during practice. Jordan found her phone rather quickly and turned to walk out, but decided to turn off the shower that someone had left on. The sound was slightly annoying her and she also found it ridiculous that a room full of young women couldn't turn off a shower.
Jordan walked over to the showers and was surprised to see someone using them. It did not take long for her to realize who it was either. Jordan had seen Hannah and studied her butt in practice enough to recognize it anywhere. However, after practice Jordan usually showered with her friends and the other juniors and seniors on the team, while Hannah showered with the other freshman or alone. Jordan had not really seen Hannah naked, except through the occasional glance, but she was enjoying it now. Watching Hannah stand under the water and simultaneously getting a perfect view of her back and butt was making Jordan's day, and turning her on.
Jordan decided to act fast before Hannah saw her standing there and staring, but she also wanted to keep watching Hannah. Jordan was feeling lucky and she wanted Hannah very badly. She backed up quietly but quickly and went back the lockers. Within seconds, Jordan had set her phone on a bench and was pulling off her green crop top and pulled off her matching shorts. She than quickly pulled down her panties, which had started to get wet, just seeing Hannah had made Jordan very horny. She slipped back on her slide ons and looked around. Her eyes darted about and she saw a blue towel on the floor on the other end of the aisle.
"God only knows who left this, but it'll work." Jordan thought to herself. She needed to look as if she was just joining Hannah, to prevent it from being awkward or Hannah getting suspicious. Jordan walked over to the showers once again and saw Hannah was still fiddling with her hair. "Here goes nothing." Jordan thought as she stepped up and began to speak aloud as she hung up the towel she had found.
"You're Hannah, right?". The sound made Hannah jump. She quickly turned around, her hands and hair covered in white foam. Her eyes were this size of dinner plates. "Relax, I didn't mean to scare you." Jordan smiled as she walked up from the towel hook and turned the shower next to Hannah's on. The cold water hit Jordan but she didn't flinch or mind. The whole time Hannah watched her still a bit surprised.
