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

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

... a lack of other options. Even on days where she dressed as modestly as possible, she'd still get guys looking at her chest, then immediately pretending like they were looking at something else.

Boys were not as subtle as they thought they were.

The stretching over with, the gym coach began to split the class up into two groups.

"We're playing basketball today." She shouted over the conversations of the students. Her mighty voice echoed off the gymnasium walls and caught everyone's attention in its wake. "Since most of you, I imagine, are gonna be too preoccupied thinking about prom."

It was another small blessing that the day brought with it. Sylvia could do with a bit of unwinding after her morning and was eager to show of her athleticism. She was never good enough to make any of the teams, but that didn't mean she was weak, either.

"Alright, we'll do a draft." Coach Reagan was already half checked-out of teaching. "Sylvia, you lead the skins. Elizabeth, you're in charge of shirts."

Of course, it was a co-ed class and they wouldn't be playing shirts vs. skins in the traditional sense. Skins was just the shorthand for students playing in their gym uniforms while Shirts wore jerseys that were stored in a plastic bucket.

"Ugh, really?" Elizabeth stepped forwards.

"I don't wanna put on those filthy unwashed rags the shirts team wears."

She flicked her blonde curls out of her face. Elizabeth was what you got when you combined a 'perfect' everything. ...

... She had the slim body of a model, pale skin that seemed to have never been exposed to direct sunlight, and she'd mastered the art of applying makeup in such a way to trick high-school boys into thinking she wasn't wearing any and that the blush was natural.

"Fine, you can be skins." The coach relented. "Sylvia, step up to the bucket and get a jersey."

She approached the oversized drum and looked inside at the blob of bright orange mesh vests, grabbing one at random. Unlike Elizabeth, she wasn't so prideful as to resent wearing something like this for an hour. Besides, it helped cover up her lack of a bra.

The two girls picked out teams from the bunch. Sylvia planned a strategy around combining students she knew were fast with students who were big. You were unlikely to get a real athlete in a high school gym class, but she knew that this limitation was applied to her foe, as well.

Elizabeth mostly chose whichever boys were the tallest, starting with her boyfriend, followed by all of her close friends. Sylvia smiled at her odds.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Elizabeth sighed, preparing for the tip-off. "If you break one of my nails, I'm suing you."

Elizabeth knew she had the haughty attitude of the spoiled rich girl and actually leaned into that appearance. It was part of her charisma, other students believing it made her come across as 'honest' and 'telling it like it is'. She would never actually sue over a broken nail and people knew that, at least, ...