“H-hey, Mrs. Robbins.” I said, trying not to stammer.
Mrs. Robbins looked up from her clipboard and her eyes brightened. “Why hello, Jason,” she said, smiling,” I didn't know you were back from college already.”
“I got in last night,” I said. “I'm on vacation. It's uh, spring break.”
“Spring break?” she exclaimed in mock surprise, “Shouldn't a young man like you be on a beach somewhere, breaking girls' hearts?”
“Yeah,” I winced,”I was gonna go somewhere, but Grandma broke her leg and everything, so I came home to help Mom out.”
“I'm so sorry,” Mrs. Robbins said, her face turning serious,”I hope she will be alright.”
“Oh yeah, she's going to be okay,” I replied,”It's not serious or anything, but Mom kinda has her hands full with everything, so I'm trying to help out wherever I can.”
“That's very mature of you, Jason” she said. A sly, almost malicious look seemed to cross her face for a second. “You have certainly become a man now, haven't you?”
“Um, I guess.” I mumbled, “ I'm just-”
“Mrs. Robbins!” a voice screamed from down the hallway, “Chelsea took my-”
“No I didn't!” another voice shrieked, “She's lying!”
“Excuse me, Jason,” Brenda said with a sigh, ”It looks like Chelsea is getting up to mischief again.” She turned toward the hallway.
“I hope we get a chance to talk again, Jason,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “I would like to see more of you.” She gave me a wink and a smile.
I stood alone on the court, watching her disappear down the hallway. Did that just happen? Did the MILF of my dreams just wink at me? Or did I just imagine the whole thing? The wink, the smile, the look on her face and the way her voice got almost sexy when she talked about me being a man now, was it all just another one of my overblown sexual fantasies? My pants were starting to feel tight again. I walked back to the bleachers and sat down, crossing my legs.
Mrs. Robbins didn't return, but ten minutes later, the girls spilled onto the court, gossiping, laughing, and slowly making their way toward their waiting parents. Natalie ran up to me. “Shelly's mom is taking her to the mall and she says I can come too, if you'll pick me up afterward. Can I go? Brianna and Chelsea are going. So can I, huh?”
“I guess it's all right,” I said, “just stick with the group and don't talk to strangers, okay?”
Natalie rolled her eyes. “I'm 13 years old, not 5, Jason!”
Okay, maybe that was kind of a dumb thing to say.
“Okay, fine, I'm sorry. Just make sure your cellphone is on and call me before you're finished, so I have time to get there, okay?”
“Promise!” she said, as she ran to join her friends.
I sent my mom a quick text, letting her know about Natalie's trip to the mall. Shelly's mother is one of mom's best friends, so I figured she would be okay with it. I had barely slipped my phone into my pocket, when it started ringing. I took it out, expecting it to be from mom, but instead it was a picture of my buddy Rich sitting on the beach, a beer in one hand and a smoking hot girl in a string bikini in the other. The text read: “U r missin a party, J. U wouldn't believe the pussy I'm getting!
Thanks for reminding me, asshole.
I texted: “ Awesome! Have fun, man!”
Yeah, I took the high road there. Rich is a nice guy, really. He was probably shit-faced when he sent that text anyway. Besides, he's also my college roommate, so it's probably a good idea not to piss him off.
I looked up from my phone and realized that the gym was empty. The girls and their parents were all gone and Mrs. Robbins was nowhere to be seen. I was all alone. I felt a sensation between my legs again, but this time it wasn't sexual. I hurried down the hallway, hoping the boys locker room was unlocked.
I was in luck. I stood at the urinal and surveyed my old high school locker room. It felt weird to be there by myself. I had just finished, when the sound of running water caught my ear. Was someone using the shower?
Trying not to remember all the late night horror movies I had watched, I cautiously made my way through the rows of lockers and peeked around the corner of the shower room. It was empty. The sound of water was louder here, and I realized it was coming from the girls locker room on the other side of the wall. I slapped my head. Of course, the little league girls had gone to shower and change.
I was back in the hallway when I stopped short. The little league girls had already showered and left the gym! So who was in the shower? Could it be... Brenda Robbins?
***
I slowly eased the locker room door open and looked in. It was empty. I glanced down the hallway in both directions, saw no one, and quickly slipped inside. I stood for a minute with my back against the door, taking in my surroundings. I was actually in the girls locker room, every school boy's fantasy! Of course, in my fantasies the locker room was filled with naked girls, but hey, I'm here and that's more than most guys can say, right?
I noticed an open locker halfway across the room. I went for a closer look, and saw that clothing had been laid out neatly on the bench in front of the locker. There
