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

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

... she have to make the walk to the front like this again?

This time, though, she had a bag. So it wouldn't be the same if she could help it.

Sylvia sat on the bench, the towel still tightly beneath her, and began to text Monica when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hey! No phones in the locker room!" Coach Reagan roared. "We can't have selfies with naked girls in the background circulating out there, you know the rules!"

"Coach Reagan, it's different." Sylvia started.

"Nope. You wanna text, you go outside." She pointed to the door.

"Fine." Sylvia sighed as she walked towards the door.

"Nope!" Coach Reagan stopped her, walking in front of the towel-clad girl.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Gym property." The coach held out a hand. "We've had too many things stolen this year and there's a zero tolerance policy. Put the towel back before you leave."

"But I'm naked underneath!"

"Well, that's usually how towels work."

"I don't have clothes!" She yelled. "That's what I was texting about! I just need my friend to bring me some!"

"Not my problem." Coach Reagan shook her head. "Borrow some from a friend or something. I've got lunch soon and I'm not sitting around waiting on you."

"But coach-" Sylvia started.

"I will not hesitate to drag you to the front office if you keep this up." Reagan scowled. "And the towel will stay here, mind."

Sylvia tried to say something, but no words came out of her mouth. She winced as she took of the towel, throwing it ...

... indignantly on the ground for the coach to clean up. She put one hand over her chest as she walked for the door.

Sylvia peeked her head out gingerly, only to find that the gym still had a few students lingering around. She glanced over her shoulder at the coach, who was merely looking back at her with her arms crossed.

She took a deep breath and walked out.

Her plan was to stay calm - if she simply walked into the room casually, there was a chance that nobody would notice and she could get to... anywhere else, sooner. But the second the door shut behind her, a boy in the corner looked up, then pointed his finger. They were too far away for her to hear anything but their whispers echoing across the hall, but she could make out shocked awe at the sight of her bare body standing among the few who hadn't left yet.

Sylvia tried to shift her attention to her phone, but the boys in the corner were distracting her too much to pay decent attention.

"Hey Sylvia!" One yelled out. "Good game today!"

"Wanna play a pickup game during lunch?" The others joined in, mockingly. "You can be skins again!"

She fumbled on her phone, desperately tapping out her frantic message to Monica.

"RAVENS PRACTICE ROOM. HURRY."

She sent the message and waited, the boys in the corner now moving quickly towards her. Sylvia's hands went to her chest as she tried to cover her breasts, stepping back a bit as the gap between her and the others became shorter.

She tried the door handle ...