16. Teagan

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"Where do you think you're going?" Former assistant coach and now acting Head Coach Greg grabs my arm and spins me around in the narrow hallway leading to the women's locker room—the same one I used to change into my hockey gear before the game.

"If you want to shower, you're going to have to shower with all the guys in their locker room. I already moved your clothes and bag to the men's locker room." He sneers, and I hold back a look of disgust at the thought of his hands touching my things.

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.

My towel is next as I throw it at Royal. "Can you hold this for me?" He catches it in one hand, showing off his quick reflexes.

Standing in front of them in only my damp panties, I prepare myself to move forward with the rest of my plan.

I turn around and bend at the waist, slipping my hands into the waistband of my panties. I glance over my shoulder as I slowly slide them past my hips, down my legs, to my ankles, making sure they get a good long look at my glistening pussy and the ring of my asshole before straightening up and turning back around to face them.

They're standing stone still, not moving a muscle except for the matching ticks pulsing at their clenched jaws. I'd laugh if I knew I had enough time to enjoy the agony they're in, but I don't, so I have to hurry with their punishment.

With my panties held loosely in my hand, I glide over to Fin, inwardly smiling as I watch their eyes eat up my naked body. The evidence of their lust jutting out from between their legs causes the towels around their waists to tent so much the cloth threatens to come untied.

I give them my sweetest smile as I slap my panties into Fin's chest. "Can you make sure my panties don't get wet?"

Three matching growls reach my ears as I step under the spray of the shower head, letting the hot water glide down my body. "Mmm, the water feels so good." I moan, watching as their backs stiffen. I close my eyes and let the moment take control as I continue to moan and sigh, commenting on how good my aching body feels having something hot soothe it.

"Did you just sniff her panties?" Royal's voice cuts through my lustful moans, and I snap my eyes open to see Fin with my panties held up to his nose as he inhales deeply.

Fuck me, that's hot.

My nipples tighten, and my breasts feel heavy with the need to be played with. I give in, rolling my nipples between my fingers with a little tug, feeling the pull all the way down to my pussy.

"Hell, yes, I did." Fin holds my panties out to Royal, waving them under his nose.

"Shit." Royal grabs them, bringing my panties up to his nose, and inhales just as deeply as Fin did only moments ago.

"Let me see them." Coulter snatches my panties out of Royal's hand, bringing them to his nose; he inhales just as deeply as the other two. "Fuck," he murmurs, sounding desperate. It gives me the encouragement I need to continue playing with fire.

"Excuse me, I need my shampoo." I rub my wet, naked breasts on Fin's back first, acting like I don't notice what I'm doing as I search for my shampoo. I move to Royal's back, pressing my breasts against him as I lean over his shoulder. Finally, I move to Coulter's back, pressing my breasts tightly to his back as I reach around him, my hand blindly reaching for my shampoo bottle. "Thanks," I say, grabbing the shampoo bottle out of Coulter's hands and leaning over a little more to get a peek at his huge cock, barely concealed by the towel.

"Are you stroking your cock?" Royal's words take a moment to sink into my mind. I snap my gaze to him, before my eyes fall on Fin and his massive cock. His hand wrapped tightly around it as he strokes his cock from root to tip. His bath towel long forgotten on the shower floor.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? Fuck her against the shower wall?" Fin continues to stroke his cock in long firm strokes.

I silently wait to see what Coulter and Royal have to say about Fin's exhibitionist behavior.

"Fuck it, give me some of that body wash," Royal growls at Coulter.

Coulter obeys Royal's growled command, extending the bottle of body wash to his outstretched hand and squeezing a liberal amount in his waiting palm. He repeats the process for Fin before squirting some in his own hand. Coulter and Royal drop their towels to the shower floor and begin stroking their cocks.

It seems my little game has backfired, turning me on as well. I move around in front of them and drop to my knees, using their discarded towels to cushion my knees from the hard tile of the shower floor.

"Keep going." I slip my hand between my thighs and rub my clit with one hand as I pinch my nipple with my other hand. My body is humming for release, watching these big, strong men masturbating in front of me and each other. It's so hot I can barely hold off my orgasm, but I want us to all come at the same time.

Their breathing speeds up with each thrust of their hands over their huge cocks, and their eyes cloud over in lust. The sound of slapping skin on skin fills the air, and my orgasm rolls over me, but I need more. I want their combined cum to brand me.

"Cum on me," I beg. My body quaking with my own release.

Their cocks jerk, spraying rope after rope of hot cum all over my body. From my hair to my lips, to my breasts and stomach, some even landing on my pussy.

Once my body is thoroughly painted by their mixed cum I rub it into my skin, wanting to absorb every drop. Their eyes follow my hands across my body.

I stick my tongue out, running it across my cum stained lips, drinking in as much of them as I can.

Our breathing finally slows down, and the sound of the locker room door opening breaks the silence. "Greg said you have ten minutes, or the bus will leave without you." I don't recognize the voice, but Fin does.

"We'll be out in a few minutes, Jacobs. Now leave," Fin says before Jacobs can enter the shower area. All three of them step in front of me to shield me if Jacobs decides to enter the showers.

The locker room door slams shut behind Jacobs, leaving us alone in the locker room again. The three of them turn around to face me, staring at me like they've never seen me before, making me feel vulnerable, especially in my position on my knees in front of them.

"Everyone rinse off. We need to get on the bus," Royal grounds out, and just like that, the spell is broken. The only problem is my body is screaming for more.

No one says a word as the four of us step under our own shower heads, passing my body wash around to wash off with. I'd prefer to keep their cum on me a little while longer, wanting to feel branded by them, but I know that's not possible. I do like the thought of all of them using my body wash and smelling like me. Almost like I've branded them.

We change in record time, grab our gear, and head for the bus. I can't help but wonder if this was a lapse in judgment or if we'll have the opportunity to repeat today's adventures.

Thank you, Greg. Maybe showering with the guys isn't so bad after all.