Prince of Autumn - The Eye of an Eagle (Gilda, unfinished)

>"Alright class, let's call it a day. Take a lap and then head to the lockers." Coach Soarin' yelled to you and your sweaty, heaving classmates
>With a grunt, you lift yourself off the ground and start your run around the gym, your legs moaning in pain
>Even though school had been back for less than a month now, you could easily say that coach Soarin was possibly the toughest PE teacher you've ever had
>A handful of kids had switched their schedules just to get out of Coach Soarin's class, leaving about 20 kids in your class
>Another bonus was that you basically had the whole boy's locker room to yourself; many of the guys opted out for weight training classes.
>As your lap comes to a close, you go through the gym doors and make a beeline for the boy's locker room
>Peeling off your shirt and shorts, you toss them in the general direction of your locker, grabbing a towel and heading for the showers
>Your feet touch the cold tile, echoing through the locker room
>Turning the dial on the wall, a cold jet of water reaches out to you, washing the sweat of your skin
>The cold water sends relief to your sore muscles, replacing a little bit of energy
>Coach Soarin' was a tough bastard
>At least you had this class at the end of the day, you could shower until the school closed if you wanted to
>You were in no rush to get home, but this shower had taken long enough
>Turning the dial once again, you shut off the water and begin to dry down with your towel
>Walking to your bag, you don a fresh pair of sweatpants
>You reach down to pick up your bag, when you hear something:
>The locker room door slamming, then some grumbles
>Normally, it's just you around at this time, and the janitor doesn't make his rounds for an hour or so
>Whatever, is probably just a guy from weight training coming in for a shower
>It'd be best to leave him alone for his shower
>You are about to walk through the locker room door, when you heard him speak up again
>It sounded oddly...
>Feminine?

>Your curiosity piqued, you had back to the lockers as silently as you could
>"Oh, man. Those dweebs back there have no idea what they're missing out on"
>Taking a few more steps closer, your suspicions are immediately confirmed:
>There was a girl in the locker room, about to take a shower in an empty locker room
>Seems you weren't the only one with that genius plan
>Glancing over at the showers, you see a pile of clothes, a bag, and...
>A naked girl in the shower with white and purple hair
>"Fucking finally, I can take a shower alone."
>She continues to talk to herself as she turns on the water, setting it to warm
>Water slides off her body, and you're watching
>You begin to take quiet, shallow breaths as you let the information of current events sink in
>Gilda, the toughest girl in school, was naked and showering no less than five feet in front of you
>Her hands lathered soap over her skin, and you gazed at each bubble, taking in every delicate curve and strong muscle you could see
>Namely, all of them
>She lets out a slight moan of pleasure as the hot water runs down her body
>Your eyes eventually gazed downwards, hoping to catch a glance of her snatch
>The kind gods that blessed you with this up opportunity grant you a fleeting glance of a cleanly shaven set of glistening lips
>As your senses hone in on Gilda's amazing hips, you can only hear the water coming down
>You begin to feel hypnotized by their shape
>A familiar stirring in your pants barely distracts you
>If peeping wasn't your fetish before, it is now
>You can only focus on her body at this point
>The way it moves under the water
>The way it looks from every angle
>The way it looks as she dries it off
>The way it's walking toward you
>Fast. And angry
>oh fuck
>Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
>Maybe if you turned around and ran a few seconds ago, you could make it to your bag and the door in time

>Unfortunately, Gilda, her body still very wet from the shower had closed the distance between you with inhuman speed
>You can barely react, your legs locked in place with fear
>Only when her hand was inches from your face did your body start to move
>You hit the locker room floor, and scramble as fast as you can to get up
>Gilda is faster
>She wraps a well-toned arm around your neck, dragging you with her
"I-I'm sorry!"
>"You have no idea mow much more you'll be..."
>You're dead
>Thinking back to all the happy moments in your life, you are thrown into a stall
>Gilda comes in and locks the doors behind her
>It seems she didn't cover up when she noticed you
>Despite being in a near-death situation, you take this opportunity to glance at Gilda's body
>A hard punch in your gut removes that thought from your mind and the wind from your lungs
>Gasping for air, you try to stand up
>A swift slap from Gilda stops that
>Stumbling onto the toilet, you sit hastily
>Gilda closes the gap
>"What the fuck are you doing here? Is peeping on girls your sick fetish?"
>Your mind goes blank, but then you get an idea
"The fuck are YOU doing here? This is the boys locker room, you're the one that shouldn't be here."
>Fuck yeah
>Got her like Phoenix Wright
>"The only way you would know if I were here is if you were peeping on me. Plus, if I walk out of here naked and saying you tried something, who would they believe? There's plenty of evidence on my part..."
>She removes your pants in a swift motion, exposing your member to the cold air
>She wraps her hand around the base of your throbbing manhood, sending mixed waves of pain and pleasure as she uses her steel grip to stop you from moving away
"If you want me to leave, I can do that"
>You struggle to get the words out through the pain
>"I can't let you go, you could tell someone about this before me."
>Keeping a hand firmly on your member, she moved her body closer to yours, bringing herself to eye-level with you

>Another hand grabs your jaw, thrusting your head forward until Gilda's bright yellow eyes were directly in front of yours
>"Let me tell you what's going to happen"