Marooned

When I was thirteen, I played on the local basketball team for our school. One weekend, at the end of the game, the team all hit the showers. Except for me, because it was my turn for extra practice, and I had to stay on the court while the couch showed me certain plays we might run. After about half an hour, I went down to shower and change. The place was deserted, all my friends having left to walk home. It was spooky in a way because the locker room was completely quiet, and dimly lit, somebody having turned half the lights off.

I was really sweated up, so I had to take a shower before getting dressed. There was also a team rule that required every player to shower after each game. I went to the shower room and took my uniform off, leaving it on the bench outside my locker, with my towel and my clothes. In the shower, I turned on the water and let it run over my naked body. It felt refreshing, and I had the luxury of the whole place to myself. But I began to feel a little vulnerable standing there by myself without any clothes. And I regretted having left my towel and clothing at my locker, since now I'd have to walk back through the place naked. I told myself I was being silly because of being totally alone.

After a good, long and leisurely soaking, I turned the water off and headed back to my locker. The place was eerily quiet now, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As I took each step, the sound of my bare feet on the floor, normally so quiet, echoed in the deserted space. I shivered a little, wanting to get to my locker as quickly as possible. When I got there everything was gone, my clothes, my uniform, and my towel. At first, I thought I had the wrong aisle and walked to the next one over. But there was nothing, in any aisle. The whole time I was checking I was thinking about the fact that I was completely naked. The whole thing was unreal, and I called myself so stupid for leaving everything out where anyone could have picked them up. I tried to think where they could be, but I wasn't that familiar with the place.

I was dry by now from the sheer passage of time. The ventilation system blew cool breezes onto my body and it felt chilly. By now, I had given up trying to find my clothes, but continued looking in every locker for something, anything, to cover myself. But it was almost like someone had gone around to each and every one and emptied them. I didn't know what to do, and I looked at myself to assess how naked I appeared. The short answer was, very. My penis was alternating between stiff and hard. I sat down to think how far I could make it outside walking to my house unseen. It would be dicey, real dicey.

I decided to venture out from the lockers a little. Walking up the stairs, I peeked out the door to the gym. It was dim and unlit, the only light coming from the high windows. The day was cloudy, so it was only a faint light that shone in. I walked out hesitantly, thinking I might find a stray towel or warmup jacket. I tried to stay in the shadows, hugging the stands along the wall opposite the locker room. All of a sudden, I heard what sounded like a girl's muffled voice coming from the girl's locker room.  I called out 'yeah', and sat crouched on the bottom seats of the stands. There appeared the half hidden body of a girl my age, peeking out the door.

I went over to the side of the doorway where she had appeared and asked her what was the matter. She told me plaintively that her clothes were gone, and put out first one bare leg and then the other, alternately, to prove the point. I stood to the side, out of sight, and told her the same thing, showing her my legs in the same manner. Then she told me why. They had been warned that every Saturday afternoon, after we left, a custodian went around to every locker and emptied it out for laundering and storage. I thought back and remembered seeing a guy in one of the aisles pushing a laundry cart. So we were both sunk - our clothes were gone, locked away. There wouldn't be a single piece of cloth in the place. She had found a telephone earlier,  but then remembered that they were all turned off on the weekend.

In a minute, her head poked out of the doorway, then shoulders and an arm. I covered my genitals with my two hands and peered in. Recognizing her as one of the cheerleaders, I told her who I was, and she said she knew me. I suggested we wait until dark before trying to leave, and she agreed. Then I slumped onto the wood floor, leaning back against the brick wall. We exchanged stories and then settled into an awkward silence.

Finally, I said that this hiding from each other was stupid, like what was the difference, like big deal. It was very quiet, then I heard the door creak open, and the girl slowly emerged from the doorway. She made no attempt to cover herself. I looked over and she looked into my face, with an expression that said, well here I am. Even in the dim light of the late afternoon, it was an embarrassing first moment. I couldn't help looking over her naked body, top to bottom. Her eyes followed mine, scanning her own body as I did so. I said I was sorry for staring at her, but she just seemed to relax and sat on the floor opposite me, facing me directly. I deliberately refrained from shielding my body from her, after what I had said earlier. She looked at me, not trying in the least to conceal her interest. Then she giggled and asked me if she met with my approval, curling and uncurling her naked body in front of me. I sat with my legs spread out, my genitals in full view, letting her have a good look, which she did take.

It was now dim inside the gym, but I told her it was going to be awhile before it got dark outside, and she nodded in agreement. A few minutes later, after sitting quietly, I felt her hand softly caressing my outstretched leg. I didn't move it, letting her slowly inch her hand up from my knee to my upper thigh. She brought her gaze to my eyes, just leaving her hand on my leg. Then she told me that she had always liked to watch me play, and that I was the only really good player on our team. I looked at her face really good, noticing for the first time that she was cute, with blue eyes and dirty blond hair. I told her that, and her eyes widened as if I had just told her the mystery of the universe. She took her hand off my leg and stared into my eyes.

The situation was getting complex, and it seemed to be taking on a life of  its own. I ached for her, and alone with her like this, there was little stopping me. Yet I knew our trouble would be enormous if anyone found out. We were young, we were kids. Still, I ached for her. So I told her my thoughts. She looked down on her breast, abashed. I figured I said the wrong thing, and started to apologize, but she put her fingers to my mouth to stop my talking. Then she took her hand away and just looked at my face for what seemed an eternity, and I returned her look. She seemed to be struggling with her conscience. I knew the decision had to be hers, wherever it led. The light cast eerie shadows upon the floor. The whole setting seemed surreal, and yet it was only too real.

She slowly brought her face toward me, and I met her halfway. We fell into each other, our limbs wrestling as they sought for position. I fell onto her and kissed her lips with abandon, as she squeezed my neck between her two hands. We caressed each others bodies, each touch a new world to be explored. We discovered what pleased the other and developed a sixth sense for the needs of the other. Up and down became a confusion, furthered by the dim light and our passion. Then I found myself on top of her, my chest against her small breasts and my penis hard and ready. She pushed my arms away in mock defense, and we wrestled together, the flailing of her legs further exciting my groin. Then I finally had her flattened beneath me, holding her arms down to her side. I looked intensely into her eyes for guidence, and she nodded her head. Pushing my penis inside her, I heard her gasp. She parted her legs more fully to open herself to me, and I resumed pushing. The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and wonder. I kept going in on her and she closed her eyes, until finally she started to inhale and exhale deeply, as the penetration moved her vagina into orgasm. After several minutes, I regained myself and rolled off to lie by her side.

After a while, I looked at her face in the twilight. Her eyes were closed, her lips still parted. I just lied there on my side gazing at her. Then she brought her legs up and lightly felt the area between her legs, probing her vagina with her fingertips. She did that for several minutes, then turned toward me and stared in my eyes. I asked her if she was alright, and she just smiled and stayed quiet. She seemed to glow, and I wanted the moment to last, but I knew it couldn't. She gently put her hand on my genitals, just lazily exploring my maleness. I put my hand on her shoulder and playfully shook her body. She giggled, over and over, a swell of silliness now running through her body. Then I stopped and very lightly touched her body all over. She followed my hand with her eyes, seemingly amused  by my exploration of her femininity.

After darkness fell, we got up and left the building. We didn't really have much trouble getting to our houses, moving in the shadows. I went with her to her back door, which was open. I wished her good night, and before she went in she leaned over and kissed my lips. Then she scrambled in, and I ran home in the darkness. I got in my house, dressed, and thought about all that had happened. In spite of all the trouble, I was a happy fellow.