You swallow dryly. As much as you'd like to avoid the mockery of your classmates, there might be safety in numbers. Perhaps with so many people around, Sam wouldn't risk exposing her newfound powers. This thought is only a small consolation, however, and a growing sense of dread hangs over you as your friend drags you to the large brick structure of the gym. Luckily, you cross the open ground quickly, and the few students running on the track don't look in your direction. After what feels like an eternity, Samantha grabs hold of the locker room door, swings it open, and shoves you inside.
You stumble head-on into Steve Wilson, the brawny quarterback for the Faybrook Academy football team. Steve shoves you aside in annoyance, brushing a lock of dark brown hair back and glaring at you with piercing blue eyes. “Watch where your going, twerp! Next time I'll--” He pauses, confused. “Why are you naked?”
You stammer, searching for some plausible excuse. “Th-th-this is locker room, right? Football players aren't the only ones allowed to undress in here, you know!” You point at the towel wrapped around Steve's waist to punctuate your point. A number of his teammates now watch your exchange, alternating looks of amusement and annoyance on their faces.
“Yeeaaaah...but you just came from outside. Were... were you just streaking? Hahahaha!!!” Some of the other boys join in Steve's laughter. The laughter cuts off suddenly as Samantha saunters out from the shadows behind you.
“Hello boys.” She winks flirtatiously at Steve, “Oh, don't mind me. You can keep arguing about who's allowed to be naked in here.”
Steve's jaw drops. “Samantha?! What the fuck are you doing in here? Get out!”
“Oh, please.” She flips her hair dismissively. “It's nothing I haven't already seen.” The football players seem at a momentary loss for words as Sam crosses the room and gently runs a hand over the contours of Steve's sculpted chest. He inhales quickly in surprise.
One of the others speaks, “Back off, you fat cow. No one's interested.” To your chagrin, you recognize him instantly. Rick Davidson has a sneer plastered across his face. Rick the Dick. He's picked on you for as long as you can remember.
Sam shoots Rick an amused look, not taking her hand off of Steve. “Really? You didn't seem to think so last weekend.” She bites her lip and stifles a giggle, “I mean, I spent most of Saturday night riding your face.”
Rick sputters, “W-what?! Fuck that! I wouldn't--”
“Don't get me wrong, dude, I'm not complaining. Your cock is big enough, but it's not really much use to a girl if you can't keep it up.” She looks down pointedly, causing Rick to blush a deep crimson. Her eyes drift over to the broad-shouldered blonde boy next to him. “James on the other hand... well, I doubt it's news to you boys that he's packing a deliciously thick hunk of meat between his legs. And once he gets going, that thing is like a rod of steel.” James shifts uncomfortably, holding tight to the towel wrapped around his waist. Sam looks him up and down hungrily and licks her lips. “Mmmm... just thinking about it makes my mouth water. What do you say, James? You up for round two? I'll bet I'd surprise you with just how much I can swallow!” She flashes you a brief and knowing look. James looks to the side, clearly embarrassed. “No?” Sam purrs seductively to the crowd of boys, “What? Don't tell me you guys are too proud to pass up a blowjob from yours truly.” She chuckles softly to herself, “I mean, I've fucked most of you already.” She looks back to Steve and narrows her eyes, “But not you.”
Steve stands completely still, his bare chest rising and falling visibly with quickened breath. You can see the beginnings of an erection forming a tent beneath his towel. You're not surprised. Samantha tends to have that effect on men. He speaks softly, “What... what do you want?”
Samantha giggles and moves her hand down his torso, gently caressing his abs. She leans close to him as she speaks, pressing her massive breasts against him. “What do I want? What do you think I want, handsome? I want you in my mouth. I want you inside of me. I wanna make you squirm... make you scream.” She gently plucks at his towel, sending it fluttering to the ground. With a victorious smirk, your friend takes the quarterback's cock in her hand and leans in close. “But mostly, I wanna taste this fat, thick, juicy, tender hunk of meat.” She gives his cheek a playful lick, “Sound good to you?”
Steve clears his throat and looks down at you, as if he suddenly remembered that you were there. “What's he doing here then?”
Sam looks down at you and chuckles wickedly. “This little pervert has a crush on me.”
Steve looks confused, “So?”
“So I want to make him watch.”
Steve looks around at his fellow football players, but most of them stare at their feet, not saying anything. With a dry swallow, he mutters softly, “You are such a freak.” He nods his head to himself. “Yeah. Okay, guys. Clear out.”
The other boys murmur in hushed voices as they gather their things, hastily dress, and leave the locker room. Soon the three of you are alone. You, Samantha, and the Faybrook Academy's star quarterback. What could possibly go wrong?
