High School Harem Pt. 03

Hey, come to the locker room.

I read the text and thought, I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute.

On my way.

I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus.

As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get?

When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me.

Oh.. fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me.

"Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone.

I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me, she just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on.

"So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty.

Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveilance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank, my cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down.

We've been caught.

To be continued...

(Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I felt now was the best time to end this chapter. Don't worry, I am writing part 4.)