He fought the panicked urge to rush Michelle back through the green door and insist she get dressed. The only thing that stopped him was seeing how her other hand traced circles over her bare leg and hip. Her eyes darted from side to side, but she breathed the night air like it was perfume. They walked, side by side, towards the middle of the parking lot, and she matched his pace with every step, walking on her toes across the asphalt as if she wore invisible high heels.
Crickets chirped loudly from unseen hideouts, and from somewhere far away a train whistle wailed. Something scampered through a patch of dried leaves nearby, and Charlie jumped. He peered into the darkness, trying to identify what had made the noise, but Michelle just giggled and squeezed his hand. "It's all right," she said. "Don't worry!" She giggled again, and her laughter radiated through the quiet like a ringing bell.
They approached the athletic center, and Michelle suddenly let go of his hand, taking several steps ahead of him. She stretched her arms in the air, fingers extended, as if she wanted to touch the night sky. She gazed upward with a dreamy look on her face.
"Oh, Charlie..." she breathed as she swayed back and forth. "I can't even describe how this feels. I feel so free!"
"Is this the first time you've ever walked outside like this?"
"No," she admitted, flashing him a sly smile. "But this is the most daring. I've walked in the backyard a few times. A few other little adventures, too. I'll tell you about them later, if you want. But not now."
"Ok." Charlie scanned the perimeter of the parking lot, just as he had a dozen times already. He was alert for any changes in light that would indicate approaching headlights. If someone started to drive onto the school grounds, Charlie estimated they'd have ten, maybe twenty seconds to get Michelle out of sight before the car rounded the corner. Most likely, a car would park in the front, but it was always possible it might pull around to the back. And even if the car parked in front, that would mean someone would be in the school when they came back.
Charlie tensed as something caught his eye. "Michelle!" he whispered. “Someone’s here!"
A red car was parked just inside the corner of the school, watching them. Charlie reacted swiftly, reaching out and catching Michelle by the shoulders, pulling her behind his back, so that he stood between her and the stranger. "Stay behind me," he warned. "We'll keep going, but fast, and you stay low. Maybe they didn't see you."
"What? What is it?" Michelle asked nervously.
"There's a car parked over there. Someone is watching us." Who could it be? Teacher? Student? Charlie peered at the car, trying to make out the features of the person behind the wheel. How long had they been watching?
"What car? You mean the red one?"
"Yeah."
Michelle burst out laughing. "That's my car, silly!"
"It is?"
"Oh my God! You scared me!" Still laughing, she threw her arms around him and hugged him from the side, leaning against him for a moment. Charlie felt relieved, and stupid, but more than that, he was acutely aware of Michelle's breasts pressing against his arm. He felt his arm enveloped in soft warmth, and when she pulled away, one of her nipples skated across his elbow.
"Sorry," he muttered. He could still feel the sensation of that nipple touching his arm. Michelle Santo's nipple. He had just felt Michelle Santos' nipple.
She grinned, walking backwards in front of him. "It's fine, Charlie. It was sweet, actually. You jumped right in front of me, to protect me. It was cute!"
"Yeah, right." His face felt hot.
She giggled and took his hand again. They resumed walking, side by side, hand in hand. Michelle was giddy from the false alarm, bouncing on her toes as they walked, swinging his hand back and forth. Her hand pressed against her hip, sliding up and down, up and down. He peeked at her out of the corner of his eye, pretending not to notice as that hand slid higher and higher on her body, until it slid over her breast. Could she tell that he was watching her? Her fingers stroked her nipple, pulling it into a point and pinching it.
They stepped onto the sidewalk, just a few steps from the front door of the athletic center, and her hand abruptly fell away from her chest, as if she’d just noticed what it was doing. She glanced at Charlie, but he kept his eyes forward, as if he hadn't seen a thing. He lifted the keys up, trying to find the correct key one-handed because he was reluctant to let go of her with his other hand.
"Here, I'll show you which one." Michelle dropped his hand and took the keys. She wiggled one of the keys into the lock and turned it. The door to the athletic center opened, and they stepped inside.
The athletic center was a large rectangular building, broken up into three smaller rectangles. The left rectangle held the swimming pool, the right rectangle held the basketball courts, and the section in the middle held the locker rooms. After a moment of silent consideration, Charlie and Michelle turned to the right, towards the basketball courts.
The courts seemed cavernous, with high ceilings and rows of empty seats on either side. It was a strange feeling to enter that large space and stand in the middle of the court. "It doesn't feel so big when people are in it," Michelle remarked after a moment.
"It's like the building is asleep," Charlie said.
Michelle smiled. She walked over to stand just in front of the bleachers. "This is my spot." She looked up at the empty seats, flashing a wide smile as she turned her head from one side to the other. Suddenly, she began to bounce up and down and clap her hands. "Let's go, Lions! Let's go, Lions! Lions, Lions, Lions!" Her voice echoed through the building. She held up her arms, making a Y.
The sight of her bouncing caused Charlie's erection to throb painfully. He decided he was no longer going to worry if she noticed the lump in the front of his pants. She had to expect some reaction from him if she was going to start doing nude cheerleader routines. "I think you just woke up the building," he told her.
"Do you ever go to the basketball or volleyball games?"
"Of course I do... most of them. I film the sporting events for the school."
"Oh!" Michelle looked thoughtful. "That's right. You probably have video of me cheering."
"Probably." Charlie glanced up towards a flat space near the top of the bleachers. That was his spot, where he would set up a camera on a tripod. It had a full view of the court, above the heads of the crowd so they couldn't block the camera.
Actually, he was positive he had video of her cheering. He remembered a pep rally for the homecoming football game, a few months earlier. He had zoomed in on Vanessa Watson, who was holding the microphone. Vampire Vanessa, everyone called her, because of her pronounced canines. Vanessa was in her blue and white cheerleader uniform, yelling at the crowd, trying to pump them up, and Michelle was next to her, waving blue and white pompoms. Charlie had centered on Vanessa, and Michelle had been in the shot the whole time. Smiling, cheering, jumping up and down.
Is that what you're thinking about right now, Michelle? he wanted to ask. Are you imagining a full pep rally crowd, watching you bounce up and down naked? Is that what you fantasized about, all those times I saw you up there doing your cheerleader thing?
His erection ached, and he had to look away from her. He pretended to be watching the door, as if guarding it.
After a moment, he heard her speak from just behind him. "What now? Still want to see the girl's locker room?"
"Sure."
"I'll warn you right now. You're probably going to be disappointed." She led the way back to the hallway and turned right where a big sign said "GIRLS". They had to go around a U-shaped hallway to get to the door of the locker room. Michelle took the keys again and unlocked the door. She pulled it open and they stepped inside.
It looked almost identical to the boy's locker room. The layout was the same, only a mirror image, with the rows of lockers to the right instead of to the left. It smelled a little better than the boy's locker room, but the vague scent of sweat and bleach still filled
the place. The lockers looked the same as the boy's, lines of dark blue rectangles with circular combination locks. In front of the lockers, long wooden benches were bolted to the floor.
"The forbidden temple," Charlie said.
Michelle laughed. "Basically, just a locker room.”
"I thought the lockers would be pink, at least."
"Nope. Blue, blue, blue. Are they the same color on the boy's side?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe that's the only color they come in. Do you want to see which one is mine?" Michelle walked past several rows of lockers and turned down one of the aisles. Charlie followed her.
She stopped in front of a locker, and placed her hand on the metal door. Instead of opening it, she looked at Charlie with a mischievous smile on her face. "I know what's missing."
"What?"
She seized his hand and pulled him down the row. "Here. You sit here." She indicated a section of bench. "You're in the girl's locker room, and you're invisible. Have you ever imagined what you would do if you were invisible?"
"Sometimes..." Charlie lowered himself onto the bench.
Michelle returned to her locker and opened it. She took a moment to bundle up the locker's contents into a ball, then closed and locked the door. She grinned. "I'll be right back. Don't move. Remember... you're invisible." She walked swiftly up the aisle and disappeared around the corner.
Charlie waited in the silent locker room. He listened carefully for any sound, wondering what surprise Michelle had planned. After what felt like five minutes, he heard footsteps approaching.
Michelle came around the corner. She was no longer naked, and for a moment Charlie tensed, thinking that another girl was entering the locker room and he was about to get caught. Then he recognized Michelle in her blue and white cheerleader uniform and sneakers. She walked towards him, but kept her gaze to the side and didn't acknowledge him.
"I'm invisible," he reminded himself. "Invisible in the girl's locker room."
Michelle stopped at her locker and undid the combination. The door opened with a squeak. She had a mirror attached to the inside of the locker door, and he could see her glance in it, peeking at his reflection. She reached into the locker, rearranged some things.
She stepped back, positioning her body towards him, although she was still careful about not looking directly at him. Charlie read the white lettering that spelled "PHHS" written over her chest, for Pine Hills High School. Michelle's fingers traced the line of skin that was left bare around her midriff, between where her top ended and her skirt began. She caught the bottom of her tank top and peeled it up, leaving herself in a dark sports bra. She hung the tank top in her locker.
Again, Michelle traced the skin around her flat belly, and now she pinched the top of her skirt. She turned so that her ass was pointed towards Charlie and pushed the skirt down, bending at the waist as she tugged the fabric down her smooth legs to her ankles. Charlie's heart raced. Was this really how she undressed in the locker room, bending so that anyone watching had a clear view of her pussy? Or was she doing a special strip tease for his benefit? Even though he'd watched her walk around naked for hours, he felt intensely stimulated watching her strip, as if he was witnessing her body for the first time.
Michelle stepped out of her cheerleader skirt and hung it in the locker. Next she peeled off her sports bra and threw it in, becoming once again the naked Michelle he had spent the evening with. She pulled a pair of black shower slippers from the locker and sat down on the bench to switch her sneakers for the slippers. Once again, Charlie wondered if this was really something she did when she changed, sitting naked on the bench like that with her legs so wide apart as she switched shoes.
It wasn't until Michelle pulled a white towel from her locker that Charlie realized she was actually going to shower. He crept behind her as she walked to the showers. She still pretended he was invisible as she turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. Steam began to drift in a lazy cloud over the white tiled floor. Michelle draped her towel over a silver bar and stepped naked under the water.
Charlie leaned against a locker, watching as she casually rubbed a bar of soap over her breasts. His erection was enormous, feeling like it was going to tear through the front of his pants. "I'm invisible," he thought. "I could pull out my hard-on, stroke it, and she would have to pretend not to see." The thought was extremely exciting but he didn't dare to do it.
Am I real to her? he wondered. Or just part of her fantasy? Was it serendipity that he happened to be there that evening, to be the stranger's eyes that watched her on her Saturday streak? Would it break the spell if he revealed how much he desired her? Force her to realize exactly what she was doing?
He didn't pull his hard-on out, but he pressed his hand against it and stroked it through his pants. It gave him some relief. Michelle didn't look his way, didn't notice. He was invisible.
Michelle turned off the water. Her body gleamed as she retrieved her towel. Charlie pulled his hand away from his crotch just before she walked by him, the towel dangling from her hand. He followed her back to the locker and watched as she dried herself off. She peeked in the mirror at his reflection again, just before hanging her towel back in her locker, stowing her shower shoes and closing the door.
He knew where she was headed. She walked naked to the water fountain, bent over and took a sip of water. Slowly straightening, she turned her head towards the door to the locker room. Despite having toweled off, water still dripped from her wet hair and ran down her back. Michelle took a deep breath. She walked towards the entrance to the locker room.
Charlie watched her open the door and step out. The door closed behind her, and for a moment he didn't move, letting the echo from the closing door resonate through the empty room. From the shower area, he still heard the trickle of water going down the drain, the plink-plink of the dripping shower head. Charlie walked back to Michelle's locker. He found her keys still sitting on the bench.
Michelle wasn't waiting outside the door when he came out. He closed the door and made sure it was locked. The girl's locker room. He had fulfilled the fantasy of his younger self, had stood in the girl's locker room, watching a beautiful naked girl get undressed and shower. Someday, he told himself, it would be a thrilling memory. But at that moment, he just wanted to find Michelle.
She wasn't in the hallway, but Charlie could see drops of water on the granite floor, leading towards the double doors that led outside. He followed the drops, exiting the athletic building and stepping outside into the night. Michelle stood at the edge of the parking lot, her arms stretched up to the night, looking up at the stars.
"Are you cold?" he asked as he neared her.
"A little." She smiled. "But I don't mind."
"Was it all that you thought it would be, walking out like that?”
"It was." She gestured at the empty parking lot. "I walked to the middle and just stood there, for I don't know how long. Almost a minute? I felt so exposed... but so alive! Then I thought I heard a car coming so I ran and hid behind that bush there." She laughed. "It was nothing. No car. I'm just jumpy."
"Let's head back then." He stepped onto the parking lot, and was pleased when she took hold of his hand. They crossed back to the school.
"What about you?" she asked as she gave his hand a squeeze. "Did you enjoy the girl's locker room experience?"
"Yeah." He wanted to say more, but struggled with the words. Every statement he ran through his internal filter seemed crude or overly frank. To avoid an awkward pause, he said, "You looked beautiful." Immediately feeling like this was a feeble response. She looked beautiful every day. It wasn't the right word to capture how she looked with her naked body wet and gleaming, her dark hair plastered and dripping down her bare back.
She giggled. "Thank you!"
They reached the main school, and Charlie fumbled with his key to the green door. His heart was pounding. All he could think about was how it had f
elt when she hugged him, the feel of her breasts against his skin, the touch of her hard nipple sliding across his bare arm.
They entered the school and turned towards the science wing and the room where Michelle's clothes lay strewn in a pile. As they passed the open door of a presentation classroom, Charlie suddenly pulled her in that direction.
"One more," he told her, when she looked at him, startled. "One more. You wait here, okay?"
"Charlie..."
"Please. You'll see." Charlie entered the classroom and turned on the lights. The left wall was taken up by a long whiteboard. A green rectangular island with a sink rose from the floor in front of the board. To his right, the room held several ascending rows of green seats, like a movie theater. The purpose of the room was to allow the teachers to do laboratory presentations.
Charlie stood behind the counter and addressed the empty seats. "Hello, everyone. We have a special lecture today for AP Biology. I hope you all read the chapter on human sexuality that was assigned last night. For today's lecture, Pine Hills senior Michelle Santos has agreed to help us with a presentation on female sexuality."
Charlie walked to the door. He put the odds at about seventy percent that Michelle would be gone. But she was still waiting out there.
"Come in, please, Michelle," he said.
"You're silly," she murmured, but allowed him to take her by the arm and lead her into the classroom. Charlie brought her next to the island, where she stood facing the empty seats.
"Let's all thank Michelle for participating in this lecture," Charlie said, clapping his hands in light applause. She smiled and waved at the empty seats. "Michelle has graciously agreed to be naked for the presentation so that all of you can have a real life demonstration of the sexual characteristics of a female."
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