The final whistle blew and the rest of the team cleared out fast, leaving just me and Jenna in the college locker room. We were both nineteen, both dripping sweat from the hard practice, both pretending we hadn't been stealing looks at each other for weeks. I slammed my locker shut and turned to see her standing there in just her sports bra and soaked panties, nipples pushing hard against the fabric.
"You staying late too?" she asked, voice low and rough.
I didn't answer with words. I walked straight up, grabbed her by the hips and shoved her back against the row of lockers. Our mouths crashed together, tongues fighting dirty. She tasted like salt and mint gum. My hands went straight under her bra, squeezing her tits hard while she moaned into my mouth.
"Fuck, I've wanted this," she growled, yanking my shorts down. My pussy was already slick. She dropped to her knees right there on the tile floor and buried her face between my legs. Her tongue licked a thick stripe up my slit, then flicked my clit fast and mean. I grabbed her hair and ground against her face, riding her mouth while the showers hissed in the background.
She stood up fast, spun me around and bent me over the bench. Two fingers slammed into my cunt without warning, pumping deep and rough. "You're so fucking wet," she said, adding a third finger. The wet sounds filled the empty room. I pushed back on her hand, taking it harder, begging her to fuck me faster.
We moved to the showers, stripping the rest of the way. Hot water pounded down on us as I pushed her against the wall and dropped to my knees this time. Her pussy was shaved smooth and swollen. I spread her lips with my thumbs and sucked her clit hard, then tongue-fucked her hole while she cursed above me. She came quick, thighs shaking, juices running down my chin.
Jenna pulled me up, spun me and pressed her body to mine under the spray. Her fingers found my ass, one sliding between my cheeks to tease my tight hole while two others worked my pussy again. I came hard, legs buckling, screaming her name as the water washed over us.
We stayed under the spray longer, kissing slower now but still filthy, fingers exploring every inch. By the time we turned the water off, we both knew this wouldn't be the last time we stayed late in the girls locker room.
