Page 45 of Breakaway Heart
“That’s tonight?”
“Uh-huh. Once a year, they come in for some pro-level training.”
“Hey. Maybe I could help?”
“That’s a definiteno. You get a puck or a stick in the face from one of these amateurs, then I’ve gotta explain why you’re out of the team on Saturday. Now get lost, Randy. I wanna get this over and get home.”
“Okkkay.”
Randy wavered there for a minute under the increasingly impatient gaze of the coach.
“It’s that way, Randy,” Brady told him when he didn’t move, extending his arm toward the door, and I watched anxiously as Randy left.
He’s not actually going to leave me here!? Ew, and what is so gross and sticky in here?
I rubbed whatever awful, slimy thing that was on my hand onto my dress in the dark lower reaches of the locker, as the coach called out in the opposite direction to the one Randall had just departed from.
“Okay, punks, get in here and get geared up. Time to show you how we do it in the pros!”
Suddenly, a rush of boisterous bucks from the U team came streaming in, chattering and throwing their hockey bags down on the benches while I froze in the dark confines of the sticky locker.
Crap.
Then, as I watched them through the locker grill, they started to undress.
Oh. Double crap.
They were so close that I held my breath in case they could hear me. But with all the noise and chatter, surely they wouldn’t be able to? What if one of them opened the locker and found me in there, though? My heart pounded in my chest at the idea, sounding like an insistently loud drum thumping in my ears.
Maybe I could just open the locker door and run out of there before they had a chance to realize what was happening?I couldn’t just stay there in that locker as… They…
My eyes widened and I had to clasp my mouth with both hands as through my the slits in the locker door, a unspeakably long, dangling, piece of manhood appeared in view. Bobbing happily in the locker room light, suddenly there was another one on the other side, and then another, this time more bushy and curled up like a snail, then another. Everywhere I looked, more seemed to be appearing. My thoughts of escape were now meaningless.
Oh. My. Fucking. God… I’ve literally been trapped by penises.
I jumped at the familiar sound of my phone pinging. My handbag was still there on the bench in the dressing room, drawing attention from the closest man, just inches away from my hiding place. His back was turned toward me, showing off his taut bare butt.
I knew that was it, I was rumbled. The locker door would be pulled open, and they would find me, hiding there, spying on their naked bodies.
By pure mercy, he was suddenly hit on the back of the head with a roll of tape by one of his compatriots, bringing a howl of laughter from several others, and distracting him as he went to throw it back. All I could do was watch fearfully through the fingers over my eyes, wishing I could disappear.
It felt like an eternity of holding my breath before the players finally began to leave the locker room. Barely a second had passed after the last of them had left, and I seized my chance to rush out of the locker, grab my bag, and then run like crazy toward safety.
Still reeling from my close call of–in all probability–being arrested and branded as some kind of peeping-tom or pervert, I stumbled gratefully outside in a daze, only to findRandall leaning on the side of his black pick-up, waiting for me. He jumped to his feet as he saw me stagger outside, wide-eyed.
“Lucy! I’m so sorry!”
“Randall,” I murmured hazily back at him. “I’ve just seen more cocks in the last twenty minutes than I previously had in the entirety of my life.”
He tried to keep a straight face, but the smile kept bouncing back, until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he burst into howling laughter.
“I mean… You didn’t have to look.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye.
I turned bright red. For some reason, that hadn’t occurred to me.
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