Soccer practice ended at five o'clock like usual, but Kelly stayed to get in some extra laps. During the game last week, the coach pulled Kelly with fifteen minutes left. She was supposed to be the star striker of the varsity squad, but with the school year underway, she had admittedly let some of her conditioning go. Tonight that was going change. No more fraternity parties and no more pizza. From now on she was going to focus on her studies and her training.
Her bleached blonde ponytail bounced in the fading daylight as she ran sprints across the field and back. Some of the track athletes were practicing on the far side of the quad so she wasn't getting lonely. Starting to tire from the near hour of extra running, Kelly scanned the other athletes for motivation. A high jumper caught her eye.
His name was Mark Evans and he was a senior. Kelly had met Mark at an athletics fundraiser in the spring, but they barely had time to exchange formalities as they were whisked from donor to donor. At six foot two, Mark was the handsome poster boy for the athletics program. With her tight body, perky breasts and stunning blue eyes, Kelly was the college's most popular female sports figure. While they may have seemed like a match meant to be and the substance of a college legend, the reality was that she wasn't really interested in dating a member of the track team.
From across the field Mark was quite aware of Kelly. Struck by her stunning looks, Mark had found it difficult to break the ice with her. He had tried and failed on several occasions to talk to her in the halls or at parties. Somehow she always seemed to avoid him. It was as if she looked down on him and he was beginning to think that she had something against him and his fellow track athletes.
Kelly was losing her willpower and she noticed that crowd in the quad was thinning out. Subconsciously she made a note that she was the only female left exercising. Mark was still training, but she didn't recognize any of the others. She stopped to take a break from running and collected her water bottle from the sideline. Her face was flushed red from the hard sprints and her legs weak. As she caught her breath she saw Mark approaching from across the field.
"Hey," he called out as he came close to her, "Good form out there. How'd your - "
"Yeah thanks," Kelly said cutting him off and picking up her bag as she made her way for the locker room.
"Yeah," Mark muttered, watching her little butt twitch away in her shiny soccer shorts. He shook his head and ran back to grab his gear.
Embarrassed from being blown off, he decided his training was done for the day and made for the showers. As he walked between the bleachers, a thought passed through his mind and he glanced over his shoulder. No one was watching.
Strolling into the women's locker room, Kelly tossed her bag on the bench and kneaded a knot out of her shoulder with her hand. With a sigh, she put a foot up on the bench and pulled loose the laces of her soccer cleats. Placing her shoes in a locker, Kelly took a moment to check the locker room for anyone else. Finding herself alone, she stripped off her socks and the top of her uniform and let her hair out of her ponytail with a shake.
Pulling the snug sports bra over her head, she walked into the showers and turned on the water. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she pinched her nipples until they perked out. She twisted from side to side, shifting her weight from foot to foot, looking from different angles in the mirror. As she examined her body she let her fingers trail along the side of her abdomen and she experimented with drawing her hair back or letting it drop over her naked breasts. Satisfied, she smiled and pulled down her shorts and panties.
The water was a little cold as she felt her way into the shower, and she adjusted the knob. Goosebumbs ran up and down her body as she waited for the temperature to change. After a moment she let her full body shuffle under the shower and closed her eyes as the water absorbed her thoughts.
Mark couldn't believe his luck as he noticed the abandoned cleaning supplies left by a janitor. He selected a sandwich board sign that read "Closed for Cleaning" and with the sign in hand he made his way for the woman's locker room.
Quickly confirming that no one was watching, Mark placed the sign in front of the door to the locker room and quietly slipped inside, locking the door behind him. To his relief, the locker room was empty and he could hear the shower running. He could see Kelly's bag on the bench and there was a trail of her clothing leading into the bathing area.
Moving behind a row of lockers, he hid. After a moment to catch his breath he adjusted his angle so that he could see the reflection of the showers in a mirror. The glass had steamed up, but he was able to make out the obscure shape he assumed was Kelly.
Thinking she heard the door, Kelly listened for someone. Not hearing anything, she resumed her lathering and rinsing. In time, she finished and her body was relaxed from the warm steamy water. Grabbing for her towel she realized she had left it with her equipment bag.
"Shit!" she yelled, frustrated with having to walk naked from the heat of the showers into the cool changing area, "Is anyone out there?" She hoped that maybe someone could bring her the towel.
Mark held his breath and panicked. Had she heard him come in? Impossible, he had been so stealthy. Silently he waited and watched in the mirror. He saw the shape moving closer and realized that she was exiting the bathing area. Ducking to avoid being seen, he had lingered long enough to see her naked wet body sprinting for the bench.
She wrapped herself in the towel and sat on the bench for a moment to let her body adjust. After a moment she tugged the towel free and used it to dry her hair and the rest of her body. Kelly took her time and was careful to pat the soft absorbent fabric everywhere that water collected, swiping it under her breasts and armpits, around her legs and across her crotch.
Convinced that she had rubbed and patted away most of the moisture, she turned to a locker on the wall that connected to the showers, and began to collect her belongings from earlier that day. She had worn a pink, grey and black plaid miniskirt and a white tank top with black writing on it to class that day. The writing on the tank top was a series of random words splattered all around the front and side. Words like "cutey pie", "baby doll", "sweetheart" and over the left breast, slightly lower than centre, was the word "princess" in pink.
She found her panties at the bottom of the locker, simple cotton white panties with a rose embroidered at the front on the left hip. Grabbing them, she bent down and lifted her right leg, then her left, stepping through the leg holes and pulling up her underwear.
From his hiding spot, Mark peaked around the lockers and watch as Kelly dried and started to dress herself. As she stood their naked looking into her locker, Mark stared at her bare bottom. She bent down to put on her panties, and Mark scrutinized her extended crack and focused on her pussy as he saw her stretch her legs to adjust the underwear up her legs. The glimpse was brief, but he could see her pink pedals and was convinced that she was shaved, at least her mound was, he hadn't yet seen her pubis to determine if it was also barren.
He continued to watch as she pulled out a black bra and fit it around her shoulders and breasts. It clasped at the back, but after a brief struggle she was able to attach it. She then pulled out the very sexy plaid skirt, and wiggled it up her legs and over her hips. Then came the tank top and finally a pair of low heeled black shiny pumps that she quickly slipped her feet into.
Kelly flung her hair over her shoulder and reached into her locker to collect her purse and textbook. She stopped and scratched an itch under her nose, rubbed her eyes with both hands and then reached for her purse again.
Unable to wait any longer, Mark came out from behind the lockers and rushed Kelly from behind. She cried out as he startled her but he quieted her with a thrust of his palm into the back of her head, pushing her face into the cold metal door of the closed locker next to hers. His other hand punched her sharply but lightly in the lower spine.
"Shut up!" he commanded as she let out a cry of pain, "Shut the fuck up!"
"What do you want?" she whimpered and cried out as again he struck her in the back.
"I said shut up!" he said sternly, "I'll fucking kill you!"
Terrified, she bit her trembling lip. She felt him pull at her hips and let him lead her legs out from her pinned body. He lifted her skirt and clutched onto her exposed cheek, squeezing and shaking and kneading with his thumb at the white panties. Releasing briefly, he swung his flat palm down and spanked her sharply.
"Aaaah!" she screamed out in pain as the snap of his palm on her ass echoed through the locker room.
"Oh you like that, huh?" Mark chided her and spanked her again, all the while firmly pressing her head against the locker door, "Is this what you want?"
He moved his hand from the back of her head but took a handful of her hair instead, holding it tightly in his fist. With his other hand he pulled the panties down over her hips and slapped another three reddening blows across her bare bottom. Leaving behind inflaming hand prints.
"Oooowww! Please Mark! Please stop!" she squealed out, having recognized his voice.
"Why ... *SMACK* ... won't ... *SMACK* ... you ... *SMACK* ... fucking ... *SMACK*... listen ... *SMACK*!" he said from between clenched teeth as he landed another hard spanking slap between each word. He put his lips up to her ear and whispered sinisterly, "Is it because you want this? You want to be slapped around like a little bitch? Huh? Well keep talking you slut. You've had this coming for a long time."
"What? Please don't Mark!" tears streamed down her face, "What did I do?"
Mark's free hand groped desperately at her breast and he ruthlessly squeezed it tight and let go. With his tongue he touched the exposed skin behind her ear, playfully flicked the sensitive spot. He kissed the same spot then whisper in her ear, "You blew me off –"
"What? I never blew you! I wouldn't dream of it you fucking psycho –"
*SMACK*
