Your fingers tangle in Natalie's bleach blonde hair, brushing the side of her cheek as you do so. The locker room is quiet, the only sounds being her small sighs and moans, mingling with yours.

Her hands grip your waist, pushing you against the lockers gently. Natalie's thumbs brush over the skin on your waist, rubbing it gently. Her calloused hands are oh so gentle with you, and her mouth is soft and against yours. Natalie pulls away for a second, hands still caressing your sides.