You nod and venture over to the door, standing by it. Ellen points the camera over to Marcie, who walks across the gym, holding a bag with her field hockey equipment in it. She sets it down by the far side, where all the gym supplies are kept. She sighs as she notices the gym mats and sports balls are spilled out across the floor. She begins to pick up the volleyballs and put them in the appropriate metal cart.
Lynn give you a thumbs up and you open the front door slightly and shut it to make an audible closing sound. You make sure to lock it behind you. Marcie perks up and looks over her shoulder. "Who's there?" She asks.
"Marcie?" You ask, walking toward her. "What are you doing here so late?"
"Oh, hi Scott!" Marcie smiles and gives you a wave. "It's my week to stay after practice and clean up the gym." She motions to the mess on the floor. "The other girls needs their rest for tomorrow's game too. What about you? What reason do you have to come to the gym so late?"
"I left some clothes here when I came to play some basketball." You reply. "I forgot them in a rush to get to my history class."
"Oh, okay." Marcie replies. "The men's locker room shouldn't be locked up or anything yet. Go right ahead."
"Well, do you want some help with that?" You ask. "It's a big job for one person."
"Really?" She asks. You nod. "Well, sure! I'd love some help!"
"Okay, then." You say and help her pick up the scattered balls and put them in the appropriate bins. You chat with Marcie a bit about your shared English class (to enforce how you know each other; Lynn has some strict views on proper character continuity, even for a porno), and the cleaning takes a few minutes to do.
"Oh, this is exciting as hell." Shelly said in a bored voice.
"We'll clip the scene to just include some conversation." Lynn explained. Amy nodded in assent. Ellen just kept the camera on you two. After you finish putting the last basketball away, you sit down on a pile of gym mats and exhale sharply.
"Tired?" Marcie asks with a grin, sitting next to you.
"It's a bit tiring." You say defensively. "Not everyone can be as tough as you, you know."
"Tough, huh?" Marcie mutters to herself, then clears her throat and raises her voice. "Perhaps you need to take up a sport more seriously, Scott."
"I'm not an organized sport kind of guy." You shake your head. "Speaking of which, you have a big field hockey game tomorrow, right? Don't you need some rest?"
"Ah, I'll be fine. If I sleep too much, I get sluggish. I have it down to a science." Marcie explains. You laugh a bit and she joins you. "Hey Scott...will you come watch me play tomorrow?"
"Ah...I guess so." You reply.
"I don't want to force you if you have other plans..." Marcie speaks up quickly.
"No, that's not it. It's just so sudden. You've never asked me before." You assure her. " I mean, we don't hang out outside of English class. I didn't expect to get a personal invitation."
"Well, you did help me clean up here, so I assume we are at least friends." Marcie played with the hem of her skirt a bit. "And I find it helps me play better when I have a friend watching me and rooting me on."
"Oh! Well, sure, I'll definitely be there then." You say and a smile crosses her face again. "Although I doubt you'll need me there to win the game."
"Oh, really?" She asks.
"Oh, yeah. You're like a monster on the field, Marcie. You're so big and strong, you make all the other teams quake in their cleats." You give her a good-natured grin, but you are shocked to see her smile disappear. Her head droops down a bit and she stares at the floor.
"I'm a monster, huh?" She says softly. Your eyebrows perk up and you wave your hands around.
"N-no! That's not what I meant! I just mean you're so intimidating and powerful!"
"Yeah...that's me all right. Big and intimidating." She sighs. "That's how everyone sees me. Even the guys. I guess it's hard for anyone to see me as pretty or cute when I'm such a tall powerhouse, huh?" Her hands brush her skirt. "I bet a big tomboy like me looks pretty goofy in a skirt, trying to look like a girl."
"I...I think you're pretty, Marcie." You say quickly. Marcie looks up at you quickly. You hear Shelly groaning in the background and Amy shushing her.
"You...do?" Marcie says softly.
"Yes. Pretty and cute." You respond. "I have ever since you sat next to me in English class."
"I...I don't know what to..." Marcie fumbles over her words. "No one has ever said anything like that to me before..." She looks over at you and slowly leans toward you. "Would it...be all right...if I..." Her words end as your lips lock together. Marcie's eyes shut closed and she loses herself in your kiss. You put your hands on her hips to steady her and she puts her arms around you neck. You kiss for a few moments before she breaks away.
"Is the door locked?" She whispers, just loud enough for the mic.
"Yes." You respond.
"Then... we are alone." She says slowly. She takes a deep breath and looks at you. "I want you, Scott. I have wanted you for a while now. And we're alone now." She hugs you close and put her mouth near you ear. "Take me. Right here in the gym." She whispers. |