Ryan laid her down onto the bench, grasping both of her breasts and massaging them as he thrust into her wet opening. He put his hands on her waist as his tongue went into her mouth, and pulled her in close. She was the first to come. Instead of finding the bench though, he bumped heads with Karen, who in the interim had found herself in a sixty-nine with Jordyn just behind them on the bench. He walked down to his row, and made his way to his locker. Inside, the lockers were set up in rows running parallel to the entryway, so that from the door Ryan could see all the way down to the showers at the far end of the room with a long metal bench running down the center of each row. Not that it was a problem to him, he actually rather preferred women with more average looking bodies. Ryan clumped it over his hair first, drying it before running it over his slim, toned body. Ryan took the hint and wrapped his hand around it, gently at first. Ryan figured it was the soccer team, as they usually finished practice around that time anyway. As she took the flaccid piece into her mouth, Karen guided him down onto the bench, laying him on his back. She was the girl whose family moved to town from Spain earlier that year.