The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... point."

Elizabeth only scowled as she got the ball back, slowly dribbling down court as if to dare Sylvia to take it back.

She made a dash for the goal and Sylvia ran over to cut her off, only for the blonde girl to change directions at the last moment.

But Sylvia was faster and she saw an opening, stealing the ball away and going up for a quick three-pointer. It was easy.

It was too easy.

Sylvia was at the peak of her leap when she realized that her pants and panties hadn't made the jump with her. The elastic was caught in Elizabeth's curled fingers.

"That bitch!" Sylvia thought as the ball flung in some random direction. "She let me steal the ball as a distraction!"

The basketball flew wide out of bounds as Sylvia struggled to grab for her pants. But this only threw her balance off and she landed awkwardly on her heels, the elastic band catching around her knees and pulling her down to the ground. It was all she could do to spin around and catch herself before she fell.

"Foul!"

The ball hit the ground a few seconds after Sylvia did. Her bare butt protruding into the air as she struggled to find her footing again. She flailed on the ground to get a better grip on her underwear, pulling them up with her shorts in the same motion.

"Good shot." Elizabeth said, chuckling lightly.

The gym went quiet, save for a few muttered words between some of the male students and giggles from the other girls. Sylvia rejected the hand Elizabeth ...

... offered.

Thankfully, the game ended shortly after that display with a twenty point difference. Sylvia was drenched in sweat by this point, partially because of the pantsing but also due to how much effort she'd put into the game. She had a competitive spirit that she couldn't really control and she occasionally tried way too hard at things.

Her shirt had drenched in sweat, unlike the shirts of nearly every other girl in the locker room. She remembered none of them coming to her aide when she fell, though that was much more likely the result of Elizabeth's popularity rather than the lack of her own.

Sylvia wiped away the sweat from her forehead with her shirt once she was far enough into the locker room to know she wouldn't be flashing any of the boys lingering around outside in the process. She'd need to shower, but there was still plenty of time left in the period to do so. Maybe her uniform could air out on a bench a bit while she did so.

The shampoo she had with her at school was a much cheaper brand than what she used at home - really glorified baking soda more than anything else - but it was satisfactory to clean sweat and grime out of her hair which was all Sylvia wanted to do. A few of the other girls showered with her, but many more stayed behind on the benches in the locker room, socializing as they patted themselves with moist wipes. It was a sufficient clean for anybody who didn't work up a sweat, or rather, anybody who wasn't trying to win.

She counted Elizabeth ...