Nicole came into the boy's locker room, more concerned about Jon than the rules about that sort of thing.
She found him sitting on a bench in his underwear, staring at an open locker. She let herself have a moment. She hadn't thought much of Jon before...at least in a physical sense...but now...
"Are you all right?" she said.
Jon yelped. "This is the boy's locker room."
"Well, I was worried about you, babe," she said. "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go somewhere and talk about this before I get in trouble?" She said. "Not that it wouldn't be worth it."
Jon blushed, feeling the blood rush to his face. "Stop that..."
"Complimenting you?" Nicole said, feigning innocence. "Come on, Jon. Get dressed. Unless you'd rather let me see what you look like without your bra and panties."
Jon took a deep breath.
