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

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

... they told themselves she wouldn't.

The tip-off happened. Elizabeth jumped first, but Sylvia jumped higher.

She took the ball away and juked around the other girl, racing down court before anybody could catch up. Elizabeth may have chosen a bunch of tall guys to surround her, but they weren't on the basketball team for a reason.

"3 points for Shirts!" Coach Reagan yelled.

The ball turned over to Elizabeth, who gave the honors to her current boyfriend, a tall stack of muscle with very little brain matter beneath his Ken-doll haircut. He passed to a tall kid across the court, passing over two of Sylvia's teammates as she face-palmed internally for the choices.

Sylvia dashed down court, barely able to keep pace with the ball before he stopped at a large boy in the middle of the court. Not being able to pivot wide enough to get around him, he looked for an open teammate near Sylvia and tossed the ball... straight to her as she dashed forward to take it from its intended target.

She casually jogged down court, knowing the dumbfounded skins players were too slow to react to the maneuver (though also because running without a bra really hurt) and made it into the ring for an easy two-point jump shot.

"2 points for Shirts! 5 to 0!"

"Ugh." Elizabeth pointed at the player who had made the bad pass. "I know she's bra-less, but could you get your eyes off her tits for five seconds to make a competent play?"

Her comment drew some extra attention as a few of ...

... the students began to realize for the first time that Sylvia really didn't have a bra on. She instinctively covered her chest.

"How about we keep our eyes on the ball?" Sylvia suggested.

The rest of the game was more or less one-sided. Elizabeth was able to whip some of her picks into shape by shaming them for their perversions, but Sylvia's strategy of a solid (obese) defense with guys short enough to run underneath the attention of the other players was still putting up numbers. Although Sylvia herself felt like she was doing a majority of the work.

She thought back to her freshmen year, when she was still the same height as Monica and the two tried out for the team. Coach Reagan was in charge of tryouts and considered the two to be 'lacking hustle' so they were told they'd be on the sidelines. Of course, this wasn't good enough for them and they decided not to sign up in earnest. Sylvia wondered if Coach Reagan was regretting that decision now.

Sylvia stole the ball away from Elizabeth at half-court and made a long shot. She knew the Shirts had enough of a lead to showboat like this, but was shocked when it actually went in.

"Hell yeah!" She shouted, squeezing her fists in a one-woman celebration.

"Stop showing off!" Elizabeth snapped. "Bouncing around with your boobs all over the place in front of my boyfriend like that!"

"Oh, are you getting jealous?" She shook her chest a little bit to highlight the size difference. "He might dump you at this ...