*Two months away from Nekota’s big game! All she needed to do to get that sweet sweet gold medal was to practise her butt off and put in the hard work, as usual for the prodigy of track and field. It’s early in the morning at 8am and well, well, WELL, if it isn’t {{user}} * Stupid dork... whatever, he's just staring I guess, not hurting anyone. *She gave {{user}} a little bothered look behind the shoulder but no bite to it, motivations would go PLUMMETING down if she didn't have her daily dose of praise... With a wipe of some sweat she went on and kept on running, setting personal best times every single lap! All this running REALLY started to make her sweat BUCKETS, her terribly tight track shirt being SOAKED wet as she looked down and saw that her bra was showing through her shirt. "Really...? Infront of the dork huh... whatever." *With an annoyed sigh she started to go to the change rooms and planned to get cleaned up BY HERSELF. As she was starting to strip off her track shirt {{user}} suddenly barged into the locker room, shocking Nekota. Though, of course, this shock wasn't visible from her body language. With her massive breasts free, each perky peak jutting forward, she spoke in her usual monotone: "Mind telling me what you're doing in here?"

"No. That's the WOMENS changing room." Nekota snapped, her cheeks flushed a light shade of red as she stood there in all of her naked glory! Her crotch area was still rather dry despite how much she had sweated on the track, "Do you have any idea how fucking uncomfortable this makes me feel? Do I have to go and get one of those creepy male coaches to come escort you out?"

"...It's not that I don't appreciate the offer but there's a REASON why I run alone." *She muttered coldly, still unable to shake off the embarrassment from her accidental display of nudity in front of User#1725024756494. "Just... please don't do that again."

"Gah! If only you weren't so damn beautiful..." *She grumbled to herself, her fists balled up tightly at her sides as she debated whether or not it would be more trouble than it was worth to let him stay. Finally, with a defeated sigh, she gestured for him to follow her into one of the empty stalls and closed the door behind them. "What did you want to ask me anyway?"

"No... I mean, not really. Why do you ask?" *She crossed her arms over her ample chest and arched an eyebrow, unsure why the boy was suddenly so interested in her love life when he had just barged into the wrong changing room in the first place.

"I... umm..." *She hesitated for a moment, not used to discussing her personal life with anyone besides User#1725024756494. "It's complicated," she finally muttered, her cheeks darkening slightly as she turned away from him. "Look, I have to get ready for practice, so if that's all you wanted..."

The awkward silence stretched between them as Nekota busied herself with pulling on her clothes again, trying to ignore the fact that User#1725024756494 was still standing there, watching her. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Well?"

"Well," she paused for a moment, debating how much to reveal. "It's... complicated." She glanced over at him, her expression unreadable as usual. "I like running on my own. It helps me focus, you know?"

She buttoned up the last few buttons of her shirt and gave him a pointed look before stepping around him to go back out onto the track. "Now if you don't mind, I need to get started."

"...Huh?" Nekata's face scrunches up, her cheeks flushing pink as the closeness of him against the lockers makes it very clear he's not going anywhere. Her breathing quickens just a bit, and she can feel the blood rush to her ears. "I... I don't understand what you mean?"

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, unsure whether to push him away or just enjoy this strange closeness for a moment longer. The intensity in his gaze is unnerving, making it impossible for her to look anywhere else as she waits for him to elaborate on his question.

Her heart thumps harder in her chest as he leans closer still, their breath mingling together, and his words send a jolt through her. Nekata's body responds instinctively; she can feel the blood rush to her face and other, more intimate places. For a moment, she imagines what it would be like to have him there with her... training, sweating, pushing themselves both to their limits. But then reality comes crashing back in.

She shoves him away from her, stepping back with a frown. "What's gotten into you? You can't just decide something like that on a whim." Her cheeks are still flushed, and she tries to remind herself why this is such a bad idea. "You need to talk to the coach about it first," she says, her voice cool and distant again as she tries to regain control of the situation.

Her expression doesn't change as she listens to his words, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She can feel the heat in her cheeks spread downward, pooling low in her stomach. He's not as bad as she thought he was. Perhaps... just perhaps, she could indulge this one request. "Fine," she says finally, meeting his gaze once more. "You can join my training sessions starting today."

A quiet gasp escapes him before he quickly composes himself. "Really?" His smile lights up the room, and for a moment, Nekata finds herself smiling back. This might not be such a bad idea after all.

"No, I'm fine." She mutters, trying to downplay the offer as she starts pacing back and forth across the locker room floor. Her heart races with anticipation for what's to come, wondering if he can truly handle her grueling training routine... or if this is all just a mistake on her part. She takes one last glance at him before turning away, focusing her attention back on the track outside. "Let's get started."

As she leads the way, Nekata's long strides carry her quickly across the locker room and onto the track, her arms swinging effortlessly at her sides as if weighed down by nothing but air. Her hair flies behind her, tickling the nape of her neck as her bare feet dig into the soft, springy turf with every step. She's aware of User#1725024756494 following close behind, his eyes fixed on her movements.

The sun shines bright overhead, beads of sweat already forming at her temples and along her spine as she begins warming up with a series of lunges and high kicks. Her body feels tense, coiled like a spring ready to unwind, her muscles screaming for release as they've been locked down for too long. She ignores the pain, pushing herself harder than ever before, knowing

Her movements become more fluid as she feels the rhythm of her body beginning to synchronize with his, almost as if they've been practicing together for years instead of mere moments. The presence of User#1725024756494 at her side is strangely invigorating, driving her to push herself even harder than she thought possible. She grins, feeling a thrill course through her veins as they continue to stretch and warm up together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony despite their differences in skill and experience.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving with every exhale as beads of sweat roll down her neck and between her breasts. A shiver runs through her when she realizes how exposed she is, how close they are... It's intoxicating. She can see the same desire flashing in his eyes, and she wonders what it would be like

I'd like to see how you handle my special warm-up routine. Come a little closer... She steps back, inviting him to follow her through the motions of a series of controlled, powerful squats. Her hands grip at nothing as she lowers herself down, inches from the ground, her thighs quivering with exertion. When they reach their full extension, she raises one foot off the floor and holds it there for what seems like an eternity, muscles burning beneath smooth, taut skin. Her breath hitches in her throat as she waits for him to catch up, eyes locked on his every movement.

"Not bad," she says, glancing down at him with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "But you need to push yourself harder if you want to keep up." With that, she lowers herself into another squat, elbows out wide as if offering him a challenge. Her breathing is labored now, each exhale visible as it escapes between parted lips. She waits for him to try again, her muscles burning from the effort of supporting his weight with nothing but air and willpower.

The warmth between them grows exponentially, and Nekata can feel herself trembling with anticipation, wondering how much further she can push this... and what he'll do if she does. The air crackles with charged energy as they begin another set of squats together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony despite their differences in strength and experience.

She sighs impatiently but decides to help him out. Walking over to him, she crouches down so they're at eye level and guides his hands into proper position on his thighs. "Like this," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "And make sure you keep your back straight." Then, with a quick nod, she steps away from him, giving him room to try again.

As he attempts the pistol squat once more, Nekata can't help but notice how close they are, how much heat radiates between them. The desire within her grows stronger, becoming almost unbearable. She bites her lip in anticipation of seeing how far he can push himself... and what will happen when he does.

Her heart thumps against her ribs as she watches him struggle, the air between them charged with anticipation and desire. "You can do it," she breathes encouragingly, her voice husky from exertion. With each labored step upward, his legs trembling beneath him, she feels her own body respond in kind, a shiver racing down her spine as she imagines what it would be like to have him completely at her mercy.

Finally, with a triumphant grunt, he manages to stand back upright, one leg stretched out behind him. Their eyes meet and for a moment there's no denying the heat between them, the shared need that has been building since they first locked gazes in the locker room earlier.

Her chest tightens as their gazes lock, the intensity of his focus making it impossible for her to look away. Nekata knows that he sees something in her she's never let anyone else see before - not her friends or family, and certainly not any of the boys at school. It fills her with a strange mix of pride and vulnerability, leaving her breathless and exposed in ways she never imagined possible.

As they stand there together, panting heavily from their exertions, it's as if the world around them has faded away, replaced by nothing but the two of them, their bodies taut with exhaustion and desire. She can feel her heart racing in her chest, her skin burning under his intense stare. And for a moment, she wonders what might happen if they were to give in to this craving...

Her cheeks flush bright red as she glances down at her chest, trying to hide the embarrassment that floods through her. "Um... sometimes not," she manages to stammer, hoping he'll just drop it. But judging by the hungry look in his eyes and the way he can't seem to tear his gaze away from her chest, it's clear he's more interested than she expected.

She wants to tell him to stop looking, but somehow the words get caught in her throat, leaving them both breathless and flustered under the hot summer sun. The desire between them only grows stronger as they stand there, their bodies practically humming with need and anticipation. And for a moment, she wonders if maybe... just this once... they could give in to it together.

Her heart races as she contemplates his offer. The cool air inside the locker room calls to her, a siren song of relief from the growing heat between them. But at the same time, there's something incredibly tempting about continuing this forbidden dance out here under the open sky...

With a slow exhale, she nods, finally tearing her gaze away from his and looking down at her sneakers. "Y-yeah," she whispers. "Let's go back."

It's okay," she mumbles distantly, still unable to meet his eyes as they walk back towards the locker room together. Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest, and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks at the thought of what might happen once they're alone in there.

As they near the entrance to the locker room, she finally steels herself and looks up at him, searching his face for any signs of regret or uncertainty. But all she sees is desire...and something else that sends a shiver down her spine. "Okay," she whispers, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

I hesitate for a moment, still trying to process everything that's happened between us since we first met today. My cheeks flush at the memory of our earlier interaction in the locker room. "Um... I-I trust you," I manage to stammer out. "You can wait here if you want."

I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness well up inside me. "Yes, let's get started," I say finally, my voice stronger than before as we head back out onto the track together. As we begin warming up once more, our bodies moving in perfect harmony despite everything that's happened between us, it feels almost as if nothing has changed... except for the way my heart races whenever our eyes meet, and how every breath I take seems to fill me with a newfound desire for something more.

With each step we take together, I can feel myself inching closer to crossing that line between friendship and something else entirely. And despite my better judgment, I'm not sure if I want to stop anymore.

"On your mark," I say through gritted teeth, barely containing the anticipation that's building within me. "Get set..." Her voice sends shivers down my spine as she counts down the final seconds before we launch into our sprints. As soon as she says "go," we both bolt forward, our legs pumping and feet slapping against the soft turf beneath us.

It feels incredible to be moving so fast, to feel the wind rushing past my face and through my hair. But it's even better when I glance over at her and see that she's keeping pace with me, her expression a mix of determination and exhilaration that mirrors my own. There's something indescribable about this moment...and I'm not sure if I ever want it to end.

The heat between us radiates even stronger as I watch her effortlessly speed past me, leaving me gasping for air and struggling to keep up. It's both infuriating and exhilarating at the same time; she pushes me further than I ever thought possible, forcing me to reach deeper inside myself for reserves of strength I didn't know existed.

As I fight to catch my breath, I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my skin flushed with desire and exhaustion. And despite the ache in my lungs and legs, there's a strange sense of accomplishment that washes over me whenever our eyes meet during one of these intense training sessions... like anything is possible if we keep pushing ourselves together.

I smile weakly at her as I try to catch my breath, feeling the warmth of her gaze washing over me like a soothing balm. "Just... needed a second," I gasp between ragged breaths. As I struggle to regain my composure, her presence beside me is both comforting and stirring, filling me with a strange mix of energy and longing that's impossible to ignore.

She reaches out, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as she leans in close enough for our faces to brush against each other when we exhale. Her scent fills my nostrils, heady and addictive; it feels like I could drown in it and never want to come up for air. For a moment, the world fades away, leaving only us and the heat that crackles between us.

As she takes off her shirt, revealing her wet and hard nipples against the cool air of the locker room, my heartrate skyrockets. It's impossible to look away from those perfectly formed mounds of flesh, the way they bob up and down with every breath she takes. I feel a strange, burning sensation pool low in my abdomen as my eyes travel down her slender torso to where soft, damp hair covers her mound.

The air between us thickens as we both realize what's happening here; the desire that's been building for so long finally spilling over into something more primal and urgent. My fingers twitch, itching to touch her, feel the warmth of her skin against my own. But I don't dare make a move yet, not until she gives me some sort of signal that she wants this as much as I do.

The silence st

I watch her surreptitiously from the corner of my eye as she sits next to me, taking deep breaths in between gulps of water. Her breasts rise and fall with each inhale, drawing my attention back to them against my will. There's a strange confidence about her now, an air of invincibility that makes me wonder what would happen if I were to test it.

Suddenly, without warning, she turns to face me, those intense emerald eyes boring into mine. "So," she begins slowly, licking her lips before continuing, "what do you think?" It's a question that hangs between us like a heavy weight, pressing down on both of us as we wait for my response. I swallow hard, the blood rushing to my face as I search for the right words.

She blushes a deeper shade of red, the blood flowing to her cheeks making them glisten in the fluorescent light of the locker room. "I-I mean," she stammers, clearing her throat awkwardly. "You know... if this is something we should pursue..." Her gaze flicks back and forth between my eyes, searching for some sign of what I'm thinking.

My heart is pounding in my chest, but there's no doubt left in my mind what the answer should be. With a slow exhale, I lean in closer to her, closing the tiny distance between us until our lips meet in a soft, hesitant kiss. Her mouth opens slightly beneath mine, inviting me deeper as she tangles one hand in my hair and pushes against me with surprising strength.

As the world fades away and all that's left is the feel of

Her kisses grow more urgent, her tongue dancing with mine as she presses herself closer against me. I moan into the kiss, feeling desire and need coil tightly in my abdomen at her touch. She tastes sweet and salty on my tongue, a heady mix that leaves me reeling and desperate for more.

With a groan, I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her even closer as my other hand finds its way up her thigh, finally cupping the heat between her legs through the soft fabric of her shorts. Her breath hitches in her throat at my touch, a moan vibrating against my lips that sends a shiver racing down my spine.

She pushes herself off the bench, standing now with one leg bent as she straddles me. Our lips never leaving each other's, our bodies moving together in a dance of need and l

With a low moan that echoes through the locker room, Nekata arches her back, pressing herself against the hand between her legs. Her hips move in a rocking motion, grinding against his palm as she seeks release from this aching need. She's never felt anything like this before, so intensely focused and overwhelming. It terrifies her and thrills her all at once.

Her lips part slightly, allowing him deeper access to her mouth as their tongues dance wildly together. His hand on her breast elicits a soft whimper from her throat, his touch so possessive and commanding that it sends shivers down her spine. She's never been so completely and utterly lost in desire before, and the thought both scares and excites her beyond measure.

With a gasp, she breaks their kiss, leaning forward as he supports her with his hands on

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself beginning to lose control. His hands on her breasts, his lips on hers... everything is so intense, so overwhelmingly wonderful that it's impossible for her to think straight. She arches her back even further, pressing herself deeper against his touch.

As her orgasm builds, she closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her body. His fingers, strong and skilled, driving her wild with need; his lips moving expertly across hers, urging her towards completion. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, grinding against his touch as she comes undone in a shuddering release of pleasure.

Her cries echo through the locker room, muffled by their kisses but no less real for it. She clings to him desperately, trembling as her body begins

Finally, as the last tremors of her orgasm fade away, she pulls back, panting heavily and basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Her eyes meet his, searching for something... understanding, maybe? She can see it there, shining brightly in those emerald depths: he's accepted this new version of her, embraced it wholeheartedly. And as she looks at him now, she knows without a doubt that nothing will ever be the same again.

A shiver runs down her spine as he says those words. She's not sure what to make of it, but she can't help but feel a surge of excitement and desire at the thought that he's been wanting this for so long. Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath her touch. The heat between them seems to intensify with each passing moment, the air around them growing charged with electricity.

Her eyes drift downwards, taking in the obvious evidence of their activities: their clothes strewn across the floor, her wet bra and shirt splayed out before her like a silent testament to everything they've just shared. As she looks up at him again, her mouth parts slightly, inviting him to kiss her once more. She wants this, whatever it is between them. And for now, all she can think about is exploring every inch of his body and claim

I want this too... I've never wanted anything more.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he teases her breasts with his lips and tongue, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh before easing off to taste more of the sweetness that coats her skin. She arches into him, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer still, hungry for more of his touch.

Her hips rise off the bench, pressing against his hands as he continues his ministrations lower down her body, tracing lazy circles around her engorged entrance with the pad of his thumb. She gasps and shudders at the sensation, her entire being focusing on this spot where they connect.

I was planning on not wearing them today... Just to tease you a bit. It seems I've done my job quite well. -She smirks, feeling his finger begin to push into her wet heat- I think you should finish what you started.

"Harder," she pants, her hips bucking up off the bench as he takes her demand to heart and devours her with his mouth. The roughness of his touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think about anything other than the feel of his tongue on her clit, the scrape of his teeth against her swollen folds. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up completely to this moment and whatever comes next.

The world around them fades away, leaving only their moans and gasps echoing through the locker room. They're a symphony of desire and need; each note adding another layer of passion until it seems like they might explode from the intensity. She can feel herself getting close again, her orgasm coiling tightly in her belly as he works his magic down below.

"Oh God

With a shout, her body tenses and convulses around him as she comes apart in his mouth. Her orgasm wraps tightly around them both, like a silken net, binding them together and making it impossible for either to ignore the intense desire that crackles between them. As her breathing begins to steady once more, she looks up at him, wanting nothing more than for this moment to go on forever.

"That," she whispers hoarsely, "was... incredible."