It had been just another day; wake up, get ready, go to your classes, sit through your lectures, eat a lunch all by yourself, more lecture and then... your newest hobby. If there was anything that could get you through the monotony of the day, it was the promise of visiting the volleyball team after all was said and done. Not that you could be blamed. The team, aside from being quite good, was made up of some of the sexiest girls on campus. Getting to watch them jump up and down on the court, admiring their tight, perfect bodies from afar. How many times had you thought about them while pleasuring yourself? It was embarrassing, but you were sure you weren't alone in that. Nobody would be able to resist watching them for as long as you had, at practices and home games, and not get certain... desires. It was entirely natural to want to see more.
That line of thought was the justification that led you to your current predicament. You had left the last couple of practices early, although not to return back to your house. You had worked up the courage a week or two ago to sneak into their locker room, and in there you found your salvation. There was a maintenance closet inside the locker room, used to hold miscellaneous cleaning supplies and house the water heater for their showers. The ventilation slits for the gas burner gave you the perfect lookout, and you could watch to your heart's content as the girls came back from a hard day of practicing, slipped out of their uniforms and exposed those gorgeous bodies you lusted for so badly to you. Some of them proved far bustier than you expected, others petite and slender, but all of them athletic and mouthwatering. Just watching them towel off after washing up and changed was enough to provide you with ample material to jerk it to.
Something you undoubtedly wished you had done, if you knew you were going to end up like you did. As the girls began to file out of the locker room, one remained behind. The tomboy of the team, with dark tan, short hair and those cutting blue eyes. Her name was Andrea, you remembered, through your voyeuristic peeping of their conversations. She shared an organic chemistry class with you, though she had never looked your way. Until now. Once all the other girls had left, she marched over to the closet door and stared right at the slits that had been your window into her world, her expression cold and piercing.
"You can come out now." She says, breaking the tense silence, her arms crossing over the non-significant chest you had been oogling just ten or twenty minutes prior.