Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

GhostBella: “Guys, I have an even bigger scoop on the lesbo couple. A few days ago, I was in the gym showers. Grace was there too. It was just me, her, and some other girl. We all went to the stalls to shower, but then… I started hearing noises. Moaning. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but it kept going. I checked the stalls, and guess what? The stall Grace Larsen was in—there were those sounds again. I swear they were f***ing each other. In the showers. Disgusting.” My breath catches in my throat.

The locker room was spacious: metal lockers lined the walls, long wooden benches in the center, communal showers at the back with cold white tiles, and the smell of cheap soap mixed with man. “Did you bring the laptop?” he asked, already slowly opening his belt, the zipper descending with a metallic sound that echoed in the empty space. “I did. But I’m not going to use it,” Clara replied, placing her bag on the nearest bench. Her voice came out low, loaded with lust. “I want to live the scene. I want you to fuck me like it’s the end of a heavy shift, when the adrenaline is still running through your veins.”

I rubbed the wrinkles away and he gave me a little smile. "Okay, thirty minutes, and I'm coming right in. I don't care if there are other females in the room." His determined voice made me smile. I patted his cheek and he handed me my bag and I limped into the locker room. The room had three women and 4 girls in it, it had been noisy and jovial when I entered but immediately they noticed me, it went cold-stone silent. The girls bowed their heads in respect and quickly shuffled out of the room but the women were resilient. They didn't bow or greet me, they just stare or rather glared at me as I limped with my bag to an empty locker. I was too tired to fight so I sent a quick prayer to the moo

Once Lila gathered her things and left, I planned to take care of myself before hopping into the shower. She lingered for a moment, offering a shy wave before disappearing through the locker room door. I waited a beat, heart racing, then sprang into action. I pulled out my phone and sat on the long bench in the center of the room, straddling it with the device in front of me. I hurriedly removed the last of my clothes, Lila’s unintended display still scorching my mind. I loaded up one of my favorite lesbian p**n clips, two young women exploring each other.

Trevor added, ruffling my hair as I passed. There was a smirk on his face, but his eyes held a sparkle of something else—respect, or maybe just a new kind of hunger. "Bold move. Jaxon looked like he was ready to commit a felony on the bench." "He's always like that," I muttered, heading toward the back corner. Because I was the only girl on the team, the university had changed the facilities. My locker room was basically a converted equipment closet at the far end of the main room, blocked by a steel door.

"Yes sir." I rushed to the worker's change rooms and went straight to my locker. The change rooms were decent. There were separate rooms for both males and females. The walls were painted purple, there were five showers, a row of lockers against one wall, cubicles for privacy, and a long brown bench. The change rooms were always kept clean. I went up to my long silver locker and opened it, taking out my uniform. Then I went into one of the cubicles and stripped out of my casual clothes. I was rushing because angry Robert equals even more miserable workers.

"They normally use the gym showers after the game to wash off. We'll wait until all of them have started their shower. Then we grab their clothes from where they're laid out. Lily will shut off the hot water after everything is collected and when they run out we can laugh at the soap in their hair as they're shivering." The girls laughed as I told them and everyone was nodding at me. "Everyone in?" I heard a few say 'hell yeah' while some others pumped their fists in the air. I laughed as they all got hyped. "Good." I turned to a cheerleader. "You think you guys can get us into the guys lockers?" "Hell yeah I can. They never lock that door. I guess they think the girls are too scared to go i

I didn’t want to carry them with me all day. I headed towards the locker room, walking past unfamiliar faces and giving polite smiles as I went. I stepped into the locker room; there were a few girls in there taking bathroom selfies and I had to stifle the urge to roll my eyes. they weren’t there for training or working out… they wanted their social media followers to think they were gym rats. I glanced around at all the lockers; there were a ton of them... more than I could comprehend. However, as I looked at all the red lights on each of the lockers, I realized there wasn’t one available.

"I appreciate your loyalty, Sherri. How's your boyfriend, and how's the lockdown treating you both?" "Well, I don't know about you," Sherri said, "but we've been having sex ten times a day. Quickies, long sex, and the littlest nasty word does get him turned on." "Is he still calling those ladies?" Eve asked. "Not after you had them infected, and put them all in the hospital," Sherri said. "He's more faithful now, and he worships me." "As girls, we have to look after one another." "I hear you girl. I'll keep you posted."