“Um,” Justin said, trying to meet her beautiful brown eyes, “I have to clean up.”
Lena nodded. “Shouldn’t you have knocked first?” she asked, but she didn’t sound perturbed. If anything, her tone was playful. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and approached him slowly, allowing her hips to swing with each step. Her breasts bobbed as well, barely restrained by the blue terrycloth.
“I, uh, I did,” Justin stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from the enticing cleft between her breasts.
“Hmmm,” Lena hummed, eyeing the young man up and down. “I suppose I didn’t hear you while I was in the shower.” She was an arm’s length away from him now, and Justin found himself looking down into her face. Her thin lips quirked into a strange little smile, and a bright light gleamed in her eyes. She stepped closer, and the smell of her fruity soap and her clean body hit him. The knot holding the towel in place looked extraordinarily flimsy.
Justin’s heart pounded in his chest. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. At the word ‘shower,’ he had unwittingly conjured up the vision of a naked Lena Chao, coated in soapy froth and water, scrubbing herself. He felt his shorts growing tighter.
Lena’s eyes dropped and one eyebrow went up as her smile broadened. Justin felt a dark flush spread across his face, and was about to retreat when one of Lena’s slim hands reached out and pressed against his chest, stopping him before he could move.
“I’m not embarrassing you, am I?” she asked sweetly. Her fingers, the nails stained the same blue as her toes, traced his pectoral muscle beneath the golden Amazonia jersey he wore. “Mmmm,” she hummed approvingly. “I’ve noticed you working out on the Nautilus machines,” she said, her voice so low that Justin had to strain to hear her.
“And I’ve noticed something else,” Lena added, stepping closer. Her palm flattened against Justin’s chest, and one bare foot pressed against one of his sneakers. The blood thundered in his ears. “I’ve noticed you looking at me,” Lena continued.
Justin’s jaw dropped. He tried to form an apology, but the words wouldn’t come. “I have to say,” Lena went on, still in that low voice, “I’m awfully flattered.”
With her free hand, Lena grabbed Justin’s wrist in a loose grip and brought it up to chest level. With a smile, she placed his palm on her breast. His hand cupped her tit of its own volition, a pleasant weight, and he felt the heat of her skin through the fabric of the towel. She leaned into him and he responded, bending down to taste her lips. Her free hand reached between his legs and caressed the growing lump in his shorts.
Lena’s lips parted and her tongue darted out, forcing itself between Justin’s lips. He sucked it into her mouth, unable to suppress a groan.
The locker room door banged open. “Justin, are you in here?” he heard his mother’s voice ask. He lifted his head away from Lena, eyes glazed with passion and blinking in confusion.
Diana Papamarkakis stepped around a row of lockers and froze, taking in the scene. She was a tall woman, with smooth olive skin tanned by long exposure to the sun and a mane of unruly black curls that spilled down her back, tied away from her face with a blue scrunchy. Eyes of stormy blue looked out beneath finely drawn brows. Her aquiline nose and high cheekbones accentuated her classical beauty. Full lips turned into a disapproving frown.