All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story is a fantasy. Always make sure to get consent from your partner.
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As she was getting ready for practice her phone buzzed. It looked like she had gotten a Reminder message from Coach:
>>>>One last time, make sure to return your jersey and any extra equipment today. Bryan will be checking all turned in equipment off at the large storage room by the men's varsity locker room.
>>>> Just make sure to get your equipment turned in by 5:30, otherwise you'll be out of luck until next week.
"Damn, I'll have to drop my jersey off after practice," she said to herself.
Running out of the ladies locker room, she turned the corner and made her way down the hallway past the men's locker room. Hazel hurried around the next corner and made my way down the last hallway. Equipment storage was way out of the way. She was fairly certain few athletes, let alone students, had seen inside them. The door to the large storage room was open and she popped her head in. Bryan was sitting there, clipboard on his lap, looking at his phone.
Bryan lived that jock life. He was the number one tight end/safety on the football team. Normally he would have played basketball during the Winter, but had injured his knee before the season and decided to manage the women's team. Most of the girls on the team, including Hazel, had a crush on him.
"Hey Bryan!" he looked up, "I'm really sorry. I forgot my jersey in my car and I've got to run to softball. Is it okay if I bring it after practice?"
He looked a little nonplussed, "That's fine Hazel. Just make sure you hurry back," gesturing around the locker room, "this isn't the most thrilling place to be on a Friday."
Trying her most dazzling smile, "Thank you so much. I'll definitely think of some way to make this up to you." She waved a goodbye.
Turning, she ran down the hallway and out the door, making my way down to the softball field.
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Rushing back down the last hallway jersey in hand, she was a little flushed. Hazel was a bit of a mess after being run ragged, doing conditioning at practice and rushing to my car. Stopping to catch her breath, she did what I could to fix my hair. Hopefully I'm not too late, she thought to herself. The door was open when Hazel tried it and she walked in, closing it behind her.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," she tried to look sheepish holding up the jersey.
Standing up, Bryan stretched with his arms out wide. About a head taller than Hazel, he looked down at her. "It's no big deal, besides having to wait for the last forty-five minutes on you. You're the last one on the list. Fortunately I've been able to stay entertained," he said holding up his phone. "Speaking of, hold still." He held the camera up to take my picture, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll...try to...make my way...over there...now that...Hazel finally...got here," he said as he dictated his message he was writing. She just rolled her eyes.
"I've always meant to ask, why the number 19?" he asked.
Looking at the jersey in her hand, "Oh, that was my mother's number when she played in high school. I always wanted to follow in her footsteps."
"That's really sweet of you actually," he said. "Okay, Coach is being really anal about this. He wants me to see you put the jersey in the storage locker, then you'll sign this form saying you've returned everything. Seems way too unnecessary, but considering what happened last year, this way nothing will be lost."
"Where does it go?" she asked.
"Top left storage locker against the back wall there," he pointed out.
The walls were covered in shelves and storage units filled with various jerseys, helmets, balls and various other sporting equipment. Stepping past a bench and a couple of empty tables, she spotted the locker in question. Quickly folding up the jersey, Hazel held it up so Bryan could see her put it in with the rest of the jerseys.
Hazel was about to head out when Bryan stepped in front of her.
"Hey Hazel, I'll let it slide that you made me wait so long if you give me a kiss right now," he said.
As much as that was something that she normally would have wanted, Hazel just wanted to head home on a Friday after long practice.
"Bryan, maybe some other time, but I need to head out. I'm tired," she tried to step past him, but he just side stepped in front of her.
"Look, I've seen the way you look at me. You don't have to be shy," he pressed on.
She was starting to get a little angry. "Whatever, just get out of my way."
This time he put his hand on her shoulder, "Just one kiss, that's all."
Hazel was done with his leering, and brought her knee into his crotch. Not knowing how much damage she actually did, she took the chance to run past. Unfortunately for her, it seemed Hazel had only stunned him for a moment, as right when her hand touched the doorknob she felt his arms wrap around her. She was lifted up into the air, legs kicking. Bryan turned and carried her back towards the lockers.
"Get your hands off of me," she struggled kicking out and flailing her legs, but he was so strong. "Help! Hel...." Hazel felt a hand go over her mouth.
"Shut your mouth," he whispered into her ear. "I'm done with your teasing. All those times you chose to do your stretches right in front of me.Those sly winks when you were 'working up a sweat.' Give me a break. I just ask for a kiss and you fucking try and kick me in the balls."
"Eh uh uh Ehhh," Hazel's words were muffled. Lifting his hand off her mouth, she repeated, "It was just a game we played, who could flirt with you the most."
"Fuck off, now it's my turn to play a game," he said, placing his right hand back over her mouth.
Hazel struggled against him, trying to pull his arm away off of herself. However he was about nine inches taller and seventy pounds heavier than her, and couldn't make any headway. With his left hand, he placed his hand over her breast. Squeezing it, he felt its size. Much to Bryan's delight, Hazel had fairly prominent breasts despite her petite size.
He taunted her, "Oh wow, you've been hiding these for too long Hazel. Let's see if I can help you with that." She tried to fight against him as he pulled her shirt above her bra.
"Mmm Ngh!!" she protested into his hand, fighting to pull the hem of her shirt back down.
It didn't matter that she had pulled her shirt back down, Bryan's hand was under it pawing at her sports bra. Tracing the outline of her bra, he ran his finger along her skin. He pushed her against the set of storage lockers in front of them and started to press his increasingly hard shaft against her ass. Hazel had nowhere to go. She was trapped, helpless between Bryan and the cool, hard surface of the lockers. He slid his erection up and down enjoying the feeling of her struggles against him on his cock.
"Oh, this is real good," he groaned as he continued humping against the helpless senior's ass. "Is this good for you too?" he taunted her.
Hazel let out a low muted groan, and shook her head as she tried weakly to push against him.
"No? Let's see if I can fix that," Bryan said as he slid his left hand down her belly and placed it over firmly over the crotch of her shorts. "That's better, isn't it?"
Hazel started crying as she unsuccessfully tried to pry his hand away from her pussy. Bryan rubbed his across the front of her shorts as he felt her hands try to grab at his hand. He started slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his moving hips. Then he picked up speed, slamming his hips against her, dominating her.
As his hand slid down further he touched the skin of her inner thigh and realized he needed to go further. Sliding his finger up underneath one of the legs of Hazel's shorts, he made his way to the crotch of her panties. Rubbing up and down against it, Bryan felt the warmth of her pussy radiating through the fabric. His finger pressed into the fabric of her hot slit.