The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

... dressed as she was. Her breasts heaved back and forth beneath her shirt as she walked, but Sylvia didn't feel any more stares than usual, helped by how crowded the front of the school could be. Her shirt was loose enough that nobody could truly tell she was bra-less unless they knew to look.

Sylvia sat down in her first class of the day, checking the board for today's assignment which she remembered was much shorter than usual due to Mr. Geraldo understanding that he wouldn't be able to compete for attention with the excitement around prom.

It was boring to pay attention to his lessons normally, but today, with the lesson being a repeat of one she's heard before, it was even harder to stay conscious. When the bell rang, though, she was one of the first to leave - eager to get to gym and beat Elizabeth in basketball a second time.

Sylvia changed into her gym uniform and began stretching with the others in the practiced motions that came less as a result of having done the same routine the day before, but the same routine thrice a week all school year. Without a bra, there was more movement from her than from some of the other girls, but Sylvia was, by now, very used to guys looking at her.

The stretching over with, the coach split the class into groups.

"We're playing basketball today. Since most of you, I imagine, are gonna be too preoccupied thinking about prom." Sylvia was able to mouth the words alongside the coach. "We'll do a draft."

Sylvia had already ...

... started walking forwards before the coach even chose her as captain. Years ago, Monica and Sylvia both tried out for the basketball team together but didn't make the cut due to some arbitrary reason the coach had said. She wondered if, now, the coach making her team captain was some kind of small apology.

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

"I dunno Elizabeth," Sylvia started. "I usually think 'unwashed' and 'rag' when I consider your fashion taste."

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth complained. "Give me that jersey! If anybody can pull it off, it'd be me."

Elizabeth grabbed a bright orange vest from the drum at random, pulling it over her gym clothes and straightening it out. 'Hurrumph'ing as she pretended she didn't mind the smell.

The two girls picked out teams from the bunch of students. Sylvia recalled who had performed well the previous game and who checked out early, then picked a team out of the few who actually felt like performing. You wouldn't get athletes in a high school gym class, but you could at least find students willing to try hard.

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

A couple of students laughed, but Sylvia didn't let her eyes come away from the ball.

Elizabeth jumped first, Sylvia jumping afterwards as she knew how this was going to play out. She was wrong.

The blonde girl slapped the ball ...