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Max watched her face as he darted the camera around her body, recording her heaving chest, her flushed pussy, her blushing face. He knew she wouldn’t catch him. She was taking it all in, enjoying the moment, and—
_*CACK TING*_
Grace shot up, staring at the entrance to the showers. Max instinctively hurried to pick up his phone from the floor, falling to his knees as he reached for the still recording iPhone. His hand grabbed it as he turned his head up to the deer-in-headlights look of his long time crush.
“AAAH, WHAT THE FUCK!” The cheerleader screamed as she retreated back and covered her breasts with her arms and twisted her legs to cover her extra sensitive pussy. *HOLY FUCK WHAT DID HE SEE WHAT IS HE DOING HERE FUCK* It was the vulnerable girl’s turn to think a mile a minute. “GET AWAY FROM ME,” she instinctively and shakily yelled at the boy she’d friend zoned and teased all year.
Max didn’t think at all. He stared at the most desirable person in the whole school screaming expletives at him, her face burning red as she hid behind her own body, terrified and embarrassed.
Without a thought, the ashamed boy jumped up and sprinted without a word. Grace watched as he picked up the phone and ran away, catching a glimpse of the recording light on the iPhone. *No no no no no no no no please no* she thought. “Oh my god that creep!” She yelled to herself, realizing he would show every guy in school his treasure. The rumors would fly, her exposed tits would be plastered on every wall in the school, the computer monitors changed to show her bare ass. Boys would snicker around her, probably smacking her ass walking down the hall the way they did to the other girls who had their nudes exposed. Girls would shun her, laugh about her, spread even more vicious rumors just to watch her squirm. Her creepy coach and that ugly math teacher and the mean principal would all see it; they’d act oblivious or sympathetic, but they’d probably all go home fantasizing about pushing her up against a locker and living out that disgusting teacher-fucks-student fetish.
*NO.* Grace couldn’t let that happen. She had a reputation to maintain. No perverted creep was going to ruin her senior year and singlehandedly get her groped and harassed by every other desperate, horny guy in the building just because she let her guard down.
The enraged girl sprinted after him, grabbing a towel as she ran to the entrance of the locker room. Without missing a beat, she wrapped the towel around her drenched body. It tightly hugged her figure, squeezing her teenaged breasts close together and just barely reaching past her toned ass. Still hard nipples pierced through, noticeably visible if anyone else were watching. She swung the locker room door open and barely caught a glimpse of the door to the boy’s room closing.
*Oooohhhhhh!* She steamed, her face flushed furiously red, one hand propping the door open and the other holding her towel up. *Who the fuck is in there?* Grace thought. *What if it’s the other freaks Max always hangs out with?*
Grace had known Max to make gross jokes and comments about the girls in school. He’d act nice enough to their faces, but apparently he curated the “Hotness Top 20” list that periodically made news in the school. Rumor had it some guys even bought their girlfriends high spots on there by giving the editors nudes…
She closed her eyes and stepped through the door. Every instinct told her to howl out for help, but she suppressed the urge to cause a scene—who knows who else was around?
Scowling, Grace stepped across the small hallway to the entrance to the boys lockerroom. She paused. What was she going to find? Ten guys in there laughing about it? A team of people frantically posting and passing her exposed pictures around? What if there was a teacher!? The thought of finding more than one pervert in there almost made her turn around.
Bravely, Grace pushed open the door, feigning authority as she marched in. *What do they do in here?* she screamed internally. *It smells like someone tried fumigating the whole room with Axe.* she peered around a corner, spotting strewn clothes about. She didn’t expect to see a bunch of guys’ underwear today staring back at her as if *she* was the gross one.
Undeterred by the unfamiliar room—much dirtier than the girl’s, she thought—Grace continued, quietly stepping through to look for Max. She hated the thought of her soft, bare feet stepping through whatever disgusting things had spilled on that floor.
*Is he even in here?* she thought. Grace had opened the door with gusto, but it didn’t make an exceptionally loud sound. *Maybe he’s hiding.*
Max didn’t have time to update the boys on his achievement. His joggers now hung on the stall door as he sat on the toilet, his legs up against the sides of the stalls as one hand ran up and down his now freed penis. His wide eyes were dry from staring unblinkingly at his phone. Grace’s fingers caressed her clit on the screen, her soaped up chest pointed directly at Max’s peeping eyes.
*Dumb bitch won’t figure out I’m here,* he thought, precum beginning to leak from his head and running down the long, thick shaft as he stroked it back and forth. He started speeding up as Grace’s recorded body writhed to the touch of her fingers. His balls slapped his hand, the precum now making a distinct “schlopping” noise. Max’s breathing accelerating, small sighs coming out as he began thrusting his pelvis up. The seat of the toilet creaked under the weight of the teenager’s squirming torso.
Grace stopped dead in her tracks. *He IS here!* The enraged girl tip toed near the stall the sounds emanated from. *How is he among so much noi—* She listened in horror at the disgusting sounds—the slapping balls, the slick thrusts, the whispers of “god she’s so hot” and “I wanna fucking destroy that tight little pussy.” But most embarrassing of all was the sound of her own voice, her moans and shivers and whispers blurred by the cascading water and synced to her “slipck-ing” sound of her fingers burying inside her.
Grace banged on the door and crouched under it to look at Max. Startled, the boy bolted up and fell to his knees, his phone falling and sliding out through the adjacent stall. As he scrambled to catch himself, his unbearably erect member flopped right in front of Grace, nearly striking her chin.
“Ew you are so gross!” The now spied upon and flashed-to girl screamed. “I’m reporting the FUCK out of you!” Grace stood up and turned to sprint out of the room. Max frantically jumped up and unlocked the stall to chase after her.
“No no no no no please Grace please,” the guilty teen pleaded. “Please I’ll do anything please!” Max clasped his hands together in front of his chest as if to pray. He stopped giving chase—Grace had gone the wrong way, so he knew she’d have to turn back and face him. He felt completely foolish standing in just a shirt, a string of cum hanging from his now half hard cock.
Grace stopped at a wall and grunted. “Dammit!” She immediately turned around and ran back, stopping as she turned the corner to see Max. “Oh. My god,” she averted he gaze and tried to walk past the boy, one hand up as if to exaggerate just how much she wanted to avoid him. “You are such a desperate fucking pervert.” She sneered at his begging face as she brushed by him.
Suddenly, Grace was jerked to a stop. Max had grabbed the arm she was holding her towel with. “Please,” he said again.
“Get off!” Grace shouted, her free arm swatting at Max. She turned and broke free, sprinting away. Max continued jogging after her. Then, they both saw it.
*I need it,* they thought in unison as they both spotted Max’s iPhone laying on the floor. Grace bent down to scoop it up without stopping, but in her hurry she dropped it down again. She turned back and reached for it, only for her hand to be stopped by Max’s intense grip. Both teens knew it’d spell disaster if the other one had it.
Grace reached with her other hand to pick up the still opened phone. The violence of her motion and the release of her grip caused the towel to fall. *Whatever, if I have to run naked through the school to get this thing I’ll do it.”
Max, of course, had other plans. *I am SO fucked,* he screamed internally. He intercepted Grace’s second hand, paying no heed to her now fully exposed body. The girl pulled back to free herself, losing her footing and dragging Max down with her as she fell on the ass Max had fantasized about for years.
The two looked at each other stunned, Grace facing up with Max looking down. He’d caught himself by grabbing her thighs and now he was on his knees between her legs. His penis drew hard again, the fully erect spear grazing Grace’s inner thigh.
“Eeewwwwww…” she complained, her eyes welling up at the boy’s sticky, soft head pulsating on her skin. The cold ground felt foreign and scary to the vulnerable teen. “Get the fuck off of me!” She grimaced at the sight of her one time friend turned stalker leering at her warmly tanned body.
Grace went to shove Max, but she suddenly fell back onto the ground. Max’s flexed arms held her wrists above her head as she squirmed. The boy stayed silent as he took in the view. Those perky tits stared back at him. Her weak arms wriggled in his grasp. His impatient cock twitched ferociously, resting just left of Grace’s glistening, thin pussy. He could see the sweat and water on the ashamed girl’s face, her hair matted and tangled. Even the tears forming in her eyes excited him.
“Call me a perv again,” he whispered calmly. Grace looked at him in shock and horror as he continued holding her down and looking her up. Finally, his eyes met hers and a devilish grin overtook his face as he continued.
“I like it.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/q8vqvh/locker_room_peep_part_2