Page 20 of Puck Like A Girl

Greg’s not a bad-looking guy, but there is just something about him that gives me the creeps. I’ve been able to stay off his radar until now, with Coach Johnson off for a few days after his wife gave birth to their daughter, making Greg our acting head coach.

“But I’ve always been able to use the women’s locker room for every home and away games.” Surprisingly, most of the teams have accepted having a female on the men’s team and have made accommodations for me to change and shower in a separate area from the guys.

“Not today, Princess. If you think you’re tough enough to play with the big boys, you better be prepared to shower with the big boys. I’m feeling kind of dirty. Maybe I’ll take a shower with you.” He leers at me, running his gaze up and down my body, wetting his lips with his tongue and making my stomach lurch.

My eyes scan the far end of the hallway to the men’s locker room, looking for Royal, Fin, or Coulter. But they’re nowhere in sight.

Greg’s eyes follow mine down the hallway. “You’re little boyfriends aren’t going to save you now if that’s who you’re looking for. They don’t give a shit about you. You’re just a random piece of ass they can fuck, like all the rest that came before you and the rest that will come after. The only difference is you’re more convenient, living under the same roof and traveling with the team to away games. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already moved on. You seem like a frigid bitch to me.”

Greg’s eyes take on an eerie stare. I might not be a psychology major, but by the look in Greg’s eyes, he doesn’t seem mentally stable. Not wanting to set him off, for fear he might get violent, I go along with his order to have me shower with my male teammates.

“Fine.” I push past Greg, trying to wipe the memory of the look of pure evil on his face from my mind. If I have to show the whole team my naked body to prove I’m a team player, so be it. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

With my head held high and my shoulders thrown back, I walk to the men’s locker room. My pads and the thought of having to shower with my male teammates weigh heavily on me.

No one says anything to me as I find my duffle bag and clothes in the middle of the locker room. I pick them up and place them on one of the benches in front of an empty locker.

I lift my jersey over my head with a sigh, feeling the stares of my teammates burning into my body. Slowly removing my pads and pants next leaving me in only my sports bra and panties.

“What the fuck are you doing in the men’s locker room.”

I spin around at the sound of Royal’s voice to find three equally angry faces staring back at me.

“This is where all the players shower, isn’t it?” I jerk open one of the empty lockers to hang up my gear, ignoring the way my body tingles as my eyes travel down their wet, naked bodies with only small towels covering their obviously large bulges straining against the terry cloth material, which seem to get bigger the longer I stare at them.

My nipples tighten under my sports bra, answering the call of their ever-expanding cocks.

“Look, I need to take a shower, and this is the only locker room available. So you need to stand back and let me.” I turn back to the locker, running my hands under my sports bra and lifting it over my head. My tits gently bounce once they are free from their tight confinements. I fight the urge to rub them to massage the ache in them from both the tight bra and from the way I can feel Royal’s, Fin’s, and Coulter’s eyes on me.

I grab a towel from the bench and clutch it to my chest. Then I grab my soap and shampoo from my bag and take a step toward the showers.

“You are not showering with those guys.” Coulter motions to Royal and Fin, and they crowd around me, blocking my half-naked body from the rest of our teammate's prying eyes.

“Everybody out! You’re done showering. Get dressed, grab your shit, and get out of the locker room.” A wave of lust runs through my body, hearing Royal’s commanding voice ring through the locker room.

“But we’re not done with our showers.”

“You’re done now,” Coulter snarls, causing the last of our teammates to scramble out of the locker room. My clit throbs, and my panties dampen at their forceful commands.

Fuck, their caveman attitudes are really turning me on.

The three of them turn to face me as I tightly clutch my towel to my chest. My breath comes out in small pants, and I remember the last time the four of us were in a locker room shower together.

“I’ll make it quick.” I take a step toward the shower, only to be stopped by Fin.

Fin’s hand gently circles my wrist. “We’re not going to take any chances.” He walks me to the shower while Coulter turns the water on, checking the temperature before motioning me to stand under the spray.

Coming to my senses, I jerk out of Fin’s hand. “You’re not going to watch me take a shower.” My mouth protests, but my body betrays me as more wetness gushes between my legs.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Teagan. You’re a distraction we don’t need.” Royal’s eyes flash with a mixture of desire and anger. Coulter and Fin nod their heads in agreement.

Now I’m pissed.

I never intended to be a distraction. All I’ve ever wanted to do is play against people who are at the same skill level as me. If these neanderthals can’t handle that, I’ll give them something they really can’t handle.

Fin, Royal, and Coulter stand in a half circle with their backs to the shower in a makeshift human shower curtain. Their arms are crossed over their chests, and they have matching scowls.

I shove my bottles of body wash and shampoo into Coulter’s chest. “Here, hold these for me, will you?” I batt my eyelashes at him in what I hope looks like an innocent request.

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