Published: April 7th 2025, 10:06:42 pm
Seema dropped to her knees, staring at the glistening wet trail down the lockers. Knowing what was there prior. How public it was? Everyone who saw it, played with it? Her legs trembled with a horny disbelief.
“Seema, are you okay? What is going on?” April's voice cut through her fog. She briefly shook her head, trying to snap herself back to reality. She pushed herself off the ground and brushed off her skirt, but she didn’t turn to face April. Instead, her eyes remained locked on the old site of her cock.
“Did you hear what those girls in line were talking about?” Her voice was low and monotonous.
“Girls in line? No I was thinki– N-no I wasn’t paying attention.” April played nervously with her braid. Seema raised her finger, pointing to the trail of precum.
“My cock was right there. All day. Out in front of everyone. When people came in to change for gym, they’d play with it. Everybody! A locker room full of our classmates, and my cock was out in the middle of it like a centerpiece!”
April's jaw dropped. Her face rushed red, staring at the residual evidence of Seema’s claim.
“Oh m-my…” April’s voice faded away. Her hands clasped tightly in front of her crotch. “O-okay, it's okay. No one knows it was you, right? So we just have to get it back, a-and then no one will ever know, okay?” She walked up behind Seema, sliding a hand into hers. “Let’s go get some lunch, yeah?” Seema let April lead her out, but her head remained locked on the pool of precum on the ground. A bubble of arousal churned her stomach.
The return to the loud halls helped clear Seema’s mind. The chaotic swarm of students felt larger than her, giving her a brief respite from the fears of being the center of everyone’s mind.
The girls got back in the lunch line, which had shrunken substantially in size. Most of the cafeteria goers had food now. Seema peered onto their tray, learning the lunch of the day was chicken tenders.
They grabbed their trays. Seema scooped up a spoonful of syrupy peaches and a cardboard carton of milk, before paying.
Seema stood just past the checkout, eyeing the cafeteria for a place to sit. The room was filled with countless circular tables. Each with four segmented benches wrapping around them. In general, certain tables became the regulars of various cliques, while the less social dispersed among the remaining seats. Finding a table just to themselves was always challenging. People tended to shy away from preoccupied tables, resulting in dozens of tables with less than half of the seats filled.
Seema finally noticed an empty table squished in the back corner of the cafeteria. She waited for April’s eyes to notice her, before nodding to the table. April nodded back, grabbing her own carton of milk and heading to checkout.
“At least its chicken tenders today,” April smiled, sitting alongside Seema. “One of the more unpalatable lunches would have been a bad addition to the day.” Seema grinned, appreciating April's poorly veiled attempt at comfort.
“Yep, these make it all better.” Seema chuckled. She forgot ketchup, but wasn’t in the mood to get up again. She just grabbed a chicken tender and took a dry bite. Before she finished chewing, April slid her tray between the two of them, offering her sauce.
“Thanks.” Seema dipped her chicken and took another bite. The girls ate in silence for a bit. The wall of sound gave Seema a way to hide from her thoughts, letting the unintelligible blur of words distract her. It was April who finally broke the silence.
“What if we just wrote a note and put it on the lockers, saying it was your device and asking for them to leave it somewhere for you to grab it?”
“Do you really think they’d return it? Besides, what if I showed up to grab it, and instead of leaving it there for me, it was just all of our classmates waiting. Then everyone would know it was mine.”
“Oh yeah,” April tapped her fork against the plastic table, “That wouldn’t be great. There’s gotta be something though, right? What if we–” A girl brushed past April, sitting down at the table besides them.
“Hey guys, how are ya?”
“H-hey Laura,” April responded, quickly cutting off their other conversation. Laura was a sociable girl with a brunette bob and brown eyes. She had been in April and Seema’s class for all of middle school, but through highschool, they only shared at most one period together each year. They had dropped from friends to passing acquaintances.
“What do you need?” Seema jabbed. Laura had the tendency to linger with neverending small talk, and she wasn’t in the mood to draw it out.
“Someone’s grumpy,” Laura surrendered her hands. “But don’t worry, I have something that’ll definitely raise your moods. What period do you guys have gym?” Seema’s heart dropped.
“Um, uh– we have it fifth.” April stammered out. She smiled weakly, pulling her eyes off Seema whenever they wandered that direction.
“Aww so you guys missed it. But you had to have heard, right?” Seema couldn’t speak. She felt like the moment she relaxed her throat, any noise she made would out her. April caught the silence and intervened.
“Uhh, n-no, we haven’t.” Seema’s eyes widened, immediately kicking April's leg under the table. April suppressed her flinch, quickly continuing. “I-It’s still game week, right? Are we doing something fun? I really liked badminton, personally. We’re fine with the surprise, so–”
“No no, who cares about that?” Laura promptly interrupted. “I’m talking about the locker room! I can’t believe you guys haven’t heard! Everyone is talking about it!” Laura reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone and scrolling as she talked.
“Someone taped up one of those portal thingies in the locker room, and everyone was losing their minds! Here, check this out!” Laura clicked on something on her phone, and flipped the screen to them.
Seema nearly screamed, barely able to silence it in her throat, knowing exactly what Laura would discover if she did. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t think. All she could do was watch. Playing on her phone, in the middle of the cafeteria with April right beside her, was a video of the locker room. Dozens of rowdy girls circled around her throbbing, leaking cock, buckling over laughing as they took turns playing with the cock taped up to the locker.
Seema was too stunlocked to notice April’s face deeply reddened as she unconsciously leaned in, her eyes entirely transfixed on the video. Her thighs clenched and her knuckles turned white as she death-gripped her fork.
“Isn’t that amazing?” Laura laughed, flipping the phone back towards herself. April leaned for a moment to keep her eyes on the screen, but quickly leaned back. “It’s only like 2 minutes long, because I had already taken my turn and needed to change for gym. It sucks that you missed it, but there are tons of pics and longer vids out there if you ask around. Here, let me…”
Seema was completely motionless, playing Laura’s words in her head, repeating in her ears as the video looped in her eyes. Tons of pictures and videos, just given out to people who ask around? She had already taken her turn!?! So one of those torturous edges… One of those sets of hands that stroked her just to the edge and pulled away, one of them was sitting right across the table from her. Seema and April’s phones beeped.
“There you go, I sent you guys the vid I took, so you can check it out on your own time. It’s hilarious,” Laura giggled, hopping up from the table. “And if you know anyone else who missed it, feel free to share it with them too!” She turned to April. “Hopefully it’ll be back soon, it was way more entertaining than badminton! I hope you guys get your chance to play!” She gave them a gleeful smile before walking away.
The girls sat in absolute silence. Seema could barely process the situation. Not only did Laura just show a video of her cock getting edged mercilessly to April. But now it was on April’s phone too. Her cheeks burned. She was mortified. But her stomach thrashed with uncertain emotions. Her body burned with arousal and adrenaline. Humiliation and desire. She couldn’t tell if she was about to burst out screaming, or push over and cum.
April looked away from Seema, crossing her legs and letting her face cool. She waited for several moments before turning back.
“Seema?” She didn’t respond. Instead she pressed her hands against her nose and cheeks, staring at the table as she took a deep breath, audibly pulling the air through the gaps in her fingers.
“Oh God.” Seema managed to squeak through her hands. “I can’t believe that just happened! I can’t, I’m so–eeek!” Seema squealed, covering her face completely.
“It’s okay! No one knows its you in those videos and stuff!”
“You do! And you just saw! You even have it on your phone now… Just like everyone else!” April pulled out her phone, placing it on the table. In full view of Seema, she opened her gallery app and found the video. She pressed and held, waiting for the trashcan button to pop up, then immediately pressed it.
“There, see? Maybe a lot of people who got the video just did that too.” Seema slid her hands off her face, holding them clasped against her chest. She smiled at her friend.
“You’re the best.”
“I know.” April smiled, fixing her glasses. The bell rang, announcing to the students that they had ten minutes before class started again. “Come on, let's get to class.” April grabbed her empty tray.
“Actually, can you take my tray too? I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll meet you in class?”
“Oh, yeah sure.” April grabbed Seema’s tray with her other hand as Seema thanked her and ran off.
Seema slipped into one of the stalls, locking it behind her. She put down the lid, taking a seat as she pulled out her phone, along with some earbuds from her bag. She plugged them in. Her stomach grew tighter and tighter with every second. The increasingly familiar cacophony of arousal and dread saturating her every cell. She opened her gallery, clicking on the new video. Her eyes were glued to the screen.
The loud chaos of laughter and conversation filled her buds, causing her to drop the volume. The girls circled around her cock like vultures. With the privacy of the stall, Seema could fully absorb the video, taking in every moment.
Seema knew each and every girl that approached her cock. It was dizzying, watching them all stroke her, fiddle with her, laughing at her bounce and leak with need with every red light. Even if Seema turned her attention from her cock in the center of the frame, there was no escape from the humiliation.
“When I heard about this game, I had no idea it was so small!”
“Right? It’s adorable! But look at how much it leaks!”
“It’s like it's trying to make up for its size!”
“What's the record for fastest red light?”
“I heard Rebecca got it in four seconds.”
“Holy fuck, for real?! I don’t know if I should be impressed by Rebecca, or embarrassed for the cock!”
The video continued seemingly forever. Mocking conversation after mocking conversation. Girls laughing and taking turns tormenting the cock, coming up with games and competitions between them. Who can get a red light the fastest? Who can get a red light with just one finger? Who can get it to leak the most precum when it throws its throbbing tantrum after a red light?
There was a steady stream of phones pointed at the lockers, taking pictures and videos. Some girls even leaned in right beside her cock, throwing up a peace sign and a laughing grin as they took a selfie with it.
Seema’s body moved on its own, never letting her eyes depart from the video. She slipped a hand into her skirt, grabbing the elastic of her panties. She fidgeted on the seat, working them free from her butt before sliding them down her legs and kicking them off and onto the floor. Despite feeling herself constantly leaking precum, her panties were completely dry.
She began rubbing the metal plate sealed to her body, gently bucking her hips as she watched. Her phone got closer and closer to her face. She was so close. So close! She rubbed faster and faster, pressing her feet into the ground and shoving her hips in the air. Her teeth clenched, holding back her moans as her body's desperation grew with every sensationless rub.
The bell rang, telling students they had five minutes to get to class. Seema didn’t flinch, continuing her barrage on the metal plate. She could feel her cock thrashing in its hidden prison, searching desperately for something to push it over. The video stopped, and Seema instantly hit ‘play again.’
A soft moan finally escaped her. What the hell was she doing? Watching all her classmates stroke and torment her, all she felt was mortifying embarrassment. But her cock was so desperate, so hungry, that it managed to find even a spark of stimulation from that. And she needed every spark she could get.
“Fuckk!” She whispered to herself. Her eyes watered with need as she started the video again. Her hips were thrashing violently, trying desperately to fuck the portal disk in hopes of getting just a fraction of movement within the swirling prison. But there was nothing. No matter how hard she bucked, how hard she pressed and rubbed against that metal disk, she felt nothing change.
She stared deeply at her cock in the video, hyper focused on every stroke, every graze she was given. She tried to remember it. Recreate it in her head. She began mimicking their movements on the air where her cock used to be, trying to feel the strokes of the past, immortalized in the video.
Dinggg dongggg. Class had started. Seema swore, using all of her willpower to shut off the video. She quickly pulled out her ear buds, tossed her skirt back down, and ran out of the bathroom.
“Look who decided to join us.”
“Sorry, Ms. Stevens.” Seema hurried to her seat.
“Pull out your textbook, page 317. We just started our review on the Krebs cycle.” Seema gave her a thumbs up and grabbed her book from her bag.
“You okay?” April whispered over Seema’s shoulder. She didn’t respond. There was no chance she was going to let April in on what she was just doing.
Biology went by without any incident, which made sense to Seema. Since her cock was no longer plastered out in public for everyone to tease while changing, the one person who had it now would have to tease it themselves in the middle of a full class, and apparently they weren’t in the mood.
BIology was so mind numbingly normal, Seema finally was able to put her predicament out of her mind. If only for a period. The bell rang, dismissing fourth period. Unlike the previous breaks, Seema’s class was scheduled for gym, meaning the class migrated to the locker rooms, rather than sitting in place and waiting for their teacher to come to them.
Seema had been dreading this since lunch. The gym locker rooms had been the talk of the school, and she couldn’t imagine the conversation would change while they were there. Seema took a deep breath, putting on the firmest poker face she could muster.
It took all of two seconds for the conversation to erupt once they entered the locker room. Girls rushed over to where the note was, whining about how sad it was that they missed it. Seema tried to feign an interested look, not wanting to stand out, but she couldn’t. The closer she got to the crowd around the locker, the hotter her cheeks got and the more her stomach tingled and churned.
“Come on,” April, nudged Seema’s shoulder. “Let’s just get changed and get out of here. Seema nodded, following April to their lockers. But the moment they got there, Seema froze.
“Oh fuck.” She whispered to herself. April had already opened her locker. She pulled out her shorts, before turning to Seema.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have panties on…”
“What? Yes you do, I saw them this morning when you… y’know.”
“I know, but I don’t have them anymore!” Seema angrily whispered.
“What? Why!?” Seema closed her eyes embarrassed, remembering kicking them to the floor in the bathroom when she was…
“I-It doesn’t matter! Just– Can you block for me please?”
“Yeah, of course.” April quickly changed into her gym clothes, before wrapping around Seema and standing between her and the rest of the class. Seema turned towards her locker, making sure the metal disk was angled from the rest of the class. She slipped her shorts over her feet, and in one swift motion, pulled them up under her skirt, only flashing her very clearly nude butt to the class for a moment. She finished changing and headed out to the gym.
While flashing the class while changing was definitely something she wanted to avoid, she was more worried about the class itself. Faircross prep’s gym uniforms were pretty simple. For the guys, it was a plain white T shirt with red circles around the arms, and black basketball shorts. And for the girls, it was exactly the same, but the basketball shorts were about half the length.
The combination of loose baggy shorts and only going down less than half the length of her thigh, resulted in a heart pounding amount of risk. It was not uncommon for Seema to see another girl’s panties up the leg of their shorts during stretches or particularly movement filled activities, and she assumed it was no different for herself.
Seems heart raced before they even started exercising. She was constantly adjusting her shorts during their stretches and warm ups, making certain she was covered as much as possible.
The game of the day was soccer. Seema breathed a sigh of relief. Soccer had very little vertical movement. No jumping, and no leaning over, making it very unlikely for anyone to see anything. Seema couldn't help but feel grateful. At least something finally didn't go as bad as possible for her.
The class split up into four teams, each consisting of seven to eight students. Their teacher set out small portable nets, and placed them on the boundary lines of each half of the basketball court, creating two miniature fields.
April and Seema were placed on different fields. Of course, Seema was teamed up with Mackenzie, a few from her clique, and two asthmatics from the orchestra club. Seema stared at April as the teams were announced, prompting a giggle from her as Seema rolled her eyes at Mackenzie’s name. The girls went their separate ways to group up with their teams.
“So, who wants to be positioned where?” Mackenzie popped, too chipper for Seemas current mood.
“Can we do defense? We don't want to do much running” The other orchestra student nodded, confirming his friend spoke for them both.
“Sure! Jake, do you wanna take goalie?”
“On it.” Jake gave her a thumbs up, energetically bouncing towards the goal.
“That just leaves centers and attackers. Rebecca, and Sabrina, do you guys want center?”
“Sure thing, Kenzie!”
“So you and me on attack then? What was your name again” Seema gave Mackenzie a dead stare.
“Seema.”
“Seemaaa, right, that's what it was! Do you care which side you're on? I can do whatever you–” Seema turned and started walking to the field. She wasn't in the mood to talk, especially not with Mackenzie of all people. “Ooookay, nevermind then.” Mackenzie watched her walk off, cracking a small smile.
Seema had never committed to a gym class as much as she did that day. She needed the distraction. It was cathartic to let out all of her frustrations on the ball, and the faster her heart pumped, the less she felt her desperation.
The only downside was her attire. The faster she moved, the more of a breeze blew through her shorts, and the more their fabric shifted across her thighs and pelvis, reminding her of exactly what was missing.
Seema’s team absolutely destroyed their opponents. As much as she hated to admit it, Mackenzie was captain of the cheer squad, and in incredible shape. Mackenzie, her cheer lackeys, and Jake's goalie skills, combined with Seema's raw frustration resulted in a complete slaughter, even though it was virtually five versus seven.
Seema panted, interlocking her fingers atop her head as she breathed, trying to combat an incoming side ache. The moment her breath stopped burning, she felt her arousal creeping its way back in. Mackenzie traipsed up to her, inciting an annoyed sigh.
“Great game! You seemed especially fierce today!”
“How would you know what's especially for me, you don't know anything about me? You didn't even remember my name.” Seema couldn't help but jab at her. Her overwhelming frustration turned all her emotions to eleven, including her distaste of the school’s celebrity. She immediately felt a twinge of regret, but nowhere near enough to apologize.
“Good point!” Mackenzie laughed, taking her perfect white hair out of its ponytail as she did. “I suppose instead I should say, you looked great out there. How would you feel about joining the cheer squad? We'd love to have you!”
“Yeah, thanks, but I'm not interested.” She could think of little that would be as miserable as spending her free time with Mackenzie and her clique. She didn't wait for a response, pulling her own ponytail out and heading for the locker rooms.
“A shame, that could've been fun.” Mackenzie spoke to herself, watching Seems walk away.
Seema wanted to quickly change before the locker room filled up. She hurried inside, glad to see the locker room empty.
She knew sliding her skirt up over her shorts would prove much more challenging and noticeable than the reverse she did when initially changing.
She opened her locker, quickly looking around the locker room once again. Still empty. With only a brief hesitation, she dropped her shorts, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. She tossed her shorts in the locker, frantically grabbing her skirt to replace it.
The metal latch of the locker room door echoed off the tiled walls, letting in the loud commotion of conversation. Seema thought she'd swallow her heart. Her hands shook as she desperately tried to untangle her skirt, which had somehow folded around itself like a malicious Mobius strip.
The voices got louder. Seema shoved her pelvis into her locker, desperate to hide her metal plate at all costs. Her skirt finally corrected itself. She flipped her legs up, sliding them through the skirt as fast as her body allowed, nearly tearing the material when her toe caught the skirt's edge for a split second. She pulled it to her stomach, quickly latching the button before turning around, bright as the sun.
She saw Mackenzie and her friends trailing close behind. Seema quickly turned back to her locker, afraid they could feel the heat of her cheeks from across the room. She had no idea if they saw her. At least they didn't say anything. Maybe that meant they didn't see? She couldn't imagine Mackenzie was the type of person to keep her mouth shut to spare someone's pride when there was the opportunity to mock.
April eventually joined Seema in the locker room.
“What's wrong?” April asked, seeing the flush still burning its way through Seema's cheeks. She didn't respond.
Seema went by the bathroom on her way to sixth period. Her panties were gone. Maybe her gratitude for everything not going wrong for her that day was a bit premature…
–
April pushed open her front door, quickly running up to her room. She tossed her bag and plopped down on her bed. She opened her phone, hovering her finger over her gallery app. She stayed frozen there, before putting her phone on her bed and standing up, pacing circles in her room.
She sat back down, staring at the apps icon on her screen. Her leg began to bounce, before finally opening it. She went to the app's collections, opening the trash folder. Inside was a single video.
Her eyes were glued to the thumbnail. It was too small to see anything specific, only able to make out the locker room. Her leg bounced faster and faster, before bursting up and returning to her pacing.
She danced that dance of uncertainty for minutes, switching between pacing and grabbing her phone. Finally, she clicked on the video.
This video has been deleted. The trash folder will automatically clear its contents every 30 days. Would you like to fully delete its contents now? (This process is permanent)
-Delete- -Cancel- -Restore-
April moved her finger back and forth, bouncing between the options. Finally, she stopped, taking a deep breath.
-Restore-