Despite references to high school, all characters involved are in their final year and are aged at least 18 or over. This story contains some questionable elements of consent. If you are uncomfortable with the idea of a gullible person being tricked into sexual acts, then do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy.
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Colin Pinkitt knew that this was a bad idea, but he had always been a bad-idea kind of guy. He quickly looked around to check that nobody was watching, and then swiftly entered the women's changing rooms.
Colin cursed his so called 'friends' for putting him up to this. All over a stupid bet he had lost. Colin had tried to reason with them, but Fred and Seb were not in the mood to be reasoned with and wanted some lunch-time entertainment. So, here Colin was, attempting to steal clothing from the girl's lockers. Preferably a piece of their underwear. Colin cursed this stupid school and everyone in it.
Yet, that was simply the way of life in Foxtown High.
The request for a girl's panties seemed immature, but that was Colin's friend group for you. They referred to themselves as unique intellectuals, but to the rest of the class they were commonly regarded as nerds and losers; The very bottom of the social pecking order. They had little to no contact with girls and were undisputedly virgins (and probably would remain that way long after their school days were over). Thus, they relied on small, perverted activities to sate their hormonal lust. Upskirt photos, 'accidental' brushes against passing girls and, you guessed it, stealing underwear. They were deviants, but they didn't care. The way they saw it, society had made them this way, the same way it had made jocks, popular kids, cheerleaders, hipsters, goths and the entire social hierarchy across all schools everywhere. Foxtown High truly was sin and debauchery incarnate, and they were merely playing their part.
Colin wasn't concerned with the social hierarchy right now though. He had an important mission. Operation: Find and Retrieve Panties.
The changing room was separated into two sections separated by a wall which ran the length of most of the room. On one side was the lockers and on the other the showers. He ignored the hot, damp area of the showers and began to search the floor and around the benches next to the lockers. He figured it was better to check there before he started breaking into lockers and increasing the severity of his crime.
Colin felt more and more uneasy with each passing second. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he wasn't troubled by any kind of moral compass, he was simply terrified of being caught. He had timed his entrance well, having waited for the cheerleading squad to finish showering after practise before attempting to sneak in, so he should have plenty of time before anyone would need the changing rooms again. Still, every footstep he heard in the outside hall sent shivers down his spine. He was not a big guy, 5-foot and 2 inches the last time last he checked, and he was not intimidating-looking in the slightest. Apart from the small mop of messy hair on his head he was completely hairless, with a feminine face, slender body and little to no muscle definition (he was really hoping the tail end of puberty would hit him like a truck). He would likely not be able to defend himself, even against a girl, especially not a group of angry girls. Not to mention the incredible trouble he'd be in when the teachers found out. Or even worse, Coach Kelly.
Coach Kelly was the head of physical education at Foxtown High and she supervised the school's cheer squad. She loved her precious cheerleaders and her favouritism was very clear. Some of the best and sluttiest cheerleaders were often kept behind for special one-on-one 'practice sessions' with the coach. However, she hated everyone else in the school. Not only was she known for her strict training regiment for gym class, many also feared her famously cruel punishments for rule-breakers. Quite a few students had gone to her office to be 'punished' and had their asses spanked so bad they couldn't sit down in class for weeks. Rumour had it that she kept two strap-on dildos in her office, a gentle pink vibrating one for her cheerleading lesbian lovers and bigger, more vicious, studded black one to punish the naughtiest students.
Colin's ass clenched at the thought. He hadn't found anything yet, and decided he had to try the lockers. He couldn't risk being caught and he simply had to move quick. The sooner he violated some girl's privacy and stole her precious undies, the sooner he could save his own hide and escape to the relative safety of the rest of the school. Despite always considering himself a 'nice guy', it was a wonder Colin never reflected on this questionable assessment when thoughts such as these entered his head.
He started on the lockers at the far end of the room. He immediately started to find cheerleader's uniforms. Made sense, this was their locker room and they had just come in from practise. The thought that many of the young, nubile bodies of the Foxtown High Cheer Squad had occupied these skimpy uniforms mere moments ago gave Colin a perverted sense of pleasure.
No! Focus, Colin. You're on an important mission with a strict time limit. This was not the time for your sick urges to make an appearance. You could jerk off to this moment later.
He continued through the lockers with no luck, until he reached one with no cheerleader uniform in it. He recognised the pink backpack inside it though. This was the locker of head cheerleader Daisy Docherty.
Oh, Daisy. Every teenage boy's sweetheart crush and lusty wet dream all rolled into one. She was a beautiful paradox. She was the most innocent girl-next-door type, her grades weren't the best but with sports she was a little overachiever, being proficient in various extra-curricular activities such as swimming, gymnastics and tennis and rising to the top in her favourite, varsity cheerleading. She was the nicest, most polite person to anyone she spoke to, and despite her trusting nature and complete disregard for the social politics of Foxtown High she was rather popular. She was currently dating Johnny Strong, the quarterback of the Foxtown High football team, and by all accounts she seemed like the perfect pretty girl, sweet and innocent in every way.
On the other hand, she was the hottest little sex kitten you'd ever fucking seen. She was gorgeous, with beach-blonde hair and a slim but toned form complimented by a miraculous set of D cup breasts and bubbliest butt to ever exist. When she wasn't wearing her trademark cheerleader's uniform, she was still showing off skin without even trying as none of her tops could seem to contain her big boobs and none of her skirts could properly cover her heart-shaped ass. Her look, her actions, her voice, all of it simply oozed sex without her even trying, even her simplest actions such as sucking on a lollipop with her big pink lips were enough to send guys into a horny frenzy. Every straight boy in the school had jerked off to her, and most had fallen in love with her. The cherry on the cake was that she seemed entirely innocent and unaware of her extremely powerful sexual appeal, leaving the boys of Foxtown High to helplessly wonder as to whether she really was the image of the pure virginity, or whether she was secretly a complete nymphomaniac. Rumours surrounded her, but nobody had anything concrete. Even Coach Kelly, who had deemed Daisy one of her 'top girls', hadn't seemed to get to her yet.
Colin had rubbed out many an orgasm over sweet Daisy the cheerleader, and his cock stiffened in his pants a little as her locker reminded him of her insanely fuckable energy.
Hang on, this didn't make any sense. As far as Colin could tell, cheerleading practise was over. Everyone else's uniforms were in their lockers. Why was Daisy's empty? Unless she hadn't been to the changing rooms yet, and was still...
Oh fuck!
"Erm, excuse me?" The soft voice came from behind him.
Colin tried his best to fight the paralysing fear that had struck him and slowly turned his head to the sound of the voice.
