"There's… so much inside me…" Rose's voice drifted through the door, low and muffled with exhaustion as the last of her strength left her body.
Mike finally loosened his hold. Her back slid slowly down the metal surface of the locker until she sank to the floor in a limp, spent heap. As her body moved away, thin lines of light once again spilled into the dark space where I was hiding.
I immediately leaned forward to peek through the gaps again.
The first thing that filled my vision was dark, tanned skin. Mike's broad chest was right in front of the locker, glistening and drenched in sweat that slowly traced paths down his muscles. He was standing so close that his body blocked almost everything else from view. The heat coming off him and the heavy scent of sex seeped straight through the thin gaps in the door.
I tilted my head upward as much as the narrow space allowed. I could only see as far as the lower half of his face, but it was enough. A wicked, satisfied smile was stretched across his lips as he looked down at Rose.
When I tried to look downward instead, the angle was even worse. Rose was sitting on the floor with her back against the locker door, but from where I was peeking I couldn't even catch a glimpse of her white hair. The only thing clearly visible in the limited space beneath Mike's body was his thick cock, still heavy and glistening, dangling spent between his legs after everything he had just done to her.
"I really pumped a lot into you this time," Mike chuckled in clear amusement as he looked down at her. He lowered himself and sat on the floor right in front of Rose, resting his arms loosely on his knees while he watched her exhausted form.
"Not that I really care if you end up pregnant," he added with a careless shrug.
The words hit me like a cold weight in my chest. The thought of Rose carrying his child made my stomach twist with genuine fear. For a moment I couldn't even breathe properly inside the locker.
"Still…" Mike clicked his tongue and pushed himself back up to his feet.
"Don't forget to take the pills. I don't feel like dealing with you and a swollen belly later on." He said as he straightened, brushing some sweat from his forehead.
"Hm," A weak, tired hum was the only response that came from Rose on the floor.
Mike turned and walked over to the bench where their clothes had been discarded. He bent down and picked up his boxers first, stepping into them and pulling them up his legs before adjusting himself inside the fabric.
Next he grabbed his pants, shaking them out once before sliding them on and fastening the button with casual, unhurried movements. His shirt came last as he pulled it over his head, the damp fabric clinging briefly to his still sweaty skin as he tugged it down and smoothed it into place.
Within less than a minute he looked almost presentable again, as if he hadn't just spent the last who knows how long thoroughly fucking my girlfriend senseless in an abandoned locker room.
'This bastard…' My fists clenched tightly as I watched Mike give Rose one last casual glance before turning and walking toward the door without the slightest bit of care, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
He was almost outside when he suddenly stopped.
"Oh… I almost forgot," he said, turning back around. Without any hurry, he walked over to one of the old lockers along the wall. He reached up and felt along the top edge, his fingers searching for something. After a second they closed around a small object, and he pulled down a compact digital camera that had been sitting hidden up there the entire time.
'A camera?!' My blood ran cold. It had been there the whole time. My mind immediately started racing.
'What if I'm in... no...' If even a small part of my face or body had ended up in the frame, Mike would know someone had been watching. He would know I had been here. The thought alone made my stomach drop. The last thing I wanted was for him to know it, he would get another reason to bully me.
Mike turned the camera over in his hand once, checked something on the screen, then casually slipped it into his pocket. Without looking back at Rose again, he walked out of the locker room and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving the two of us alone in the heavy silence that followed.
'Let's not panic,' I told myself after taking a long, shaky breath, trying to force some calm into my racing thoughts.
I quietly pulled my pants back up and zipped them, straightening my clothes as best as I could inside the cramped space. Outside, Rose was still sitting on the floor with her back against the locker door, completely blocking my only way out. There was no chance of pushing the door open without her noticing immediately.
So I stayed hidden, biting my nails in the dark while worry for her slowly ate at me.
Ding Dong!
The sudden ring of the school bell cut through the silence. The sharp sound seemed to jolt Rose out of her afterglow daze at once.
"Oh no…" she muttered under her breath, panic already rising in her voice as she scrambled to her feet. She rushed toward the scattered clothes lying all over the floor, hurriedly gathering them up with shaky hands.
I watched through the narrow gaps as Rose hurriedly gathered every piece of clothing from the floor. Her hands were still trembling as she picked up her bra first, struggling for a moment to clasp it behind her back with unsteady fingers before finally managing to settle the straps over her shoulders.
Next she reached up for her shirt, fumbling with the fabric before pushing her arms through the sleeves and pulling it over her head. She didn't bother fixing it properly, the buttons remained uneven and the hem sat crooked against her skin.
When she went to put on her skirt, she paused.
She wasn't wearing any panties from the beginning. As she lifted the skirt to step into it, her eyes dropped between her legs and she saw the thick, sticky mess still leaking from her pussy, Mike's cum slowly trailing down her inner thighs.
"That jerk…" she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with irritation and lingering exhaustion.
"It's still coming out… I'm going to have to take the pill again." She quickly pulled a small napkin from the pocket of her discarded skirt and wiped at the mess as best as she could, cleaning the cum from her thighs and the outer folds of her pussy. But even after several passes, she couldn't get everything. The rest was still inside her, and she clearly knew a napkin wouldn't be enough, she would need an actual bathroom for that.
With a frustrated little breath she finally stepped into her skirt and pulled it up, smoothing it down over her hips. Once she was fully dressed, she took one last look around the empty, messy locker room, as if making sure she hadn't left anything behind.
Then, without another word, she walked to the door and slipped out, leaving me alone in the silence that followed.
After Rose left, I stayed hidden inside the locker for a full minute, listening carefully to make sure no one else was coming. Only when the silence remained unbroken did I finally push the door open and step out.
The air outside felt noticeably fresher after the cramped, stifling space I had been trapped in. I took a short breath, then moved quickly toward the exit without wasting time. Opening the door just enough to look through, I checked the hallway. It was completely empty.
Before leaving, I glanced back into the locker room one last time. The bench, the scattered dust, the faint traces of what had just happened this was the place where I had just witnessed my girlfriend get fucked senseless by another man. The image was already burned into my mind.
I turned away and stepped out, quietly closing the door behind me.
To be continued...
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