Going to School Naked (new 8/23)

[Noclothes]

I apologize I didn't notice the date for that chapter you just posted it LOL thank you

[perseus]

Awesome! I'm so happy to see this story back! I'm going to start from the beginning! I was really enjoying everything about this one so I can't wait to re-read this!

[Somebody]

Hell yeah. She is thinking with her hormones and I love where they're leading her

[neverdoubted]

Callie stood under the shower and tried not to shiver uncontrollably. The water was not the least bit cold - steaming hot, in fact - and it felt good to rinse off some of that baby oil Ms. Lejune had sprayed on her. Her shivering was coming from her flight instinct. Her brain was screaming at her to run and hide before Coach Simmons showed up and caught a girl showering in his locker room.

The hormones coursing through her system were only complicating matters. Her clitoris was throbbing and every time she swiped her hands over her breasts, her nipples begged her to pinch and tease the ache away.

She had watched Vivienne Vice seduce dozens of men - often while taking a shower. On screen, it looked so easy. But having never done it in real life, she was a bundle of nerves. What if Coach Simmons didn't like what he saw? What if she said the wrong thing and he didn't go for it? She could be exposed as a horny clueless teenager. What if he was secretly gay? The art of seduction was not for the faint of heart.

Just then, the fine little hairs on her upper arms stood on end. And somehow, she knew she was being watched. A pit formed in her stomach as she pretended to be oblivious.

Using the water as an excuse, she squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her face toward the spigot. Adjusting her posture to emphasize her most alluring assets, she washed herself in what she hoped was a seductive performance.

Too timid to face what came next, she tarried under the spray longer than necessary. She turned in place over and over, giving her witness a full, three-sixty tour of her glistening body, until a terrifying thought occurred to her - what if the person watching her wasn't Coach Simmons!

Snapping her eyes open, she didn't have to pretend to jump in surprise at seeing the PE coach standing in the entrance watching her shower. But her relief was short-lived, because she was still naked and exposed in the presence of a man.

Callie shut off the spigot and turned to face Coach Simmons. His demeanor was not hard to read. He stood grinning and completely at ease. Finding the smaller, unarmed girl no threat to him, he could relax and enjoy her unclothed state.

"I think you may have made a wrong turn somewhere, missy," he remarked with a smirk. He had a deep, gruff voice which very much fit his occupation.

Having never personally interacted with Coach Simmons before, Callie was intimidated by his good looks and better shape. The thought of his big strong hands scooping her up and exploring every inch of her tingling body made her legs go wobbly and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.

"You ok, there," he asked, crossing his arms with a chuckle. The stance emphasized the bulging muscles and broad chest beneath his tight tee shirt. Speaking of bulges, he had a prominent one growing in his gym shorts! That alone was enough to make her doubt the wisdom of seducing a full-grown man.

Averting her gaze, she squeezed her thighs together and barely kept from grunting. Looking down at herself, she saw that her baby oil had failed to wash off, and the water from her shower was forming rivulets down her shiny, supple skin. Her wet hair hung in strands and steady drops fell from her prominent, impossibly stiff nipples.

"I'm fine," she promised him, painting on what she hoped was a sporty smile, "I was just hitting the showers before class. The Teacher's Aide Club sent me to help. How can I, uh, be of service...to you?"

That last part was originally conceived as a sexy overture, but she had butchered it. Vivienne Vice had chosen the worst possible moment to abandon her. Now, she was just some silly, wet, foolish, shiny, hopelessly horny student struggling to survive another naked encounter with a teacher.

"You're gonna help with the tryout?"

Callie gave him as confident a nod as she could summon and finally processed the flyer she had briefly seen on the gym door. Today was the tryout for boy's intramural basketball. Realizing that helping with the tryout meant most of the freshman boys in the school would be there to witness her naked shame, she started to squirm where she stood. How was she going to survive such a humiliating ordeal?

As she felt Coach Simmons initiate another visual tour of her shiny, naked body, it took a great effort for her to honor her "no covering up" rule. Her squirming increased when his gaze stopped on the bald lips nestled between her parted thighs; puffy and swollen. Callie was convinced he could see her pussy throbbing like a glowing, red strobe light. And pretty soon, dozens of freshman boys would also be seeing it!

"What's your name," he demanded to know.

"CalliopeAnneHennerson," she responded with a gasp. She didn't mean to say her full name or mash it together like that. But thinking about stepping out completely naked in front of the huge crowd of freshman boys and helping them with their tryouts caused an especially strong wave of arousal to wash over her.

"Well, Benson, 'round here, we usually take our showers after class," he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, "but what the hell do I know?"

Opening a cabinet outside the door, he extracted a clean towel and tossed it in her direction before walking away. Because he had arrived in the middle of her shower, he hadn't asked about her conspicuous lack of school clothes or where she had stowed them.

He had just meant to help her dry off, but Callie caught it in mid-air and stared at it like the precious gift it was. A teacher had given it to her. According to her own rules for the day, she was allowed to wear this towel to the tryouts! What could be more valuable to a naked girl?

"They'll be gathering in the gym," Coach Simmons called from somewhere out of sight, "come on out when ye’r ready, and I'll put you to work."

Relief washing over her, Callie eagerly swiped the towel over her dripping body until it was dry then scrubbed her hair as best she could. Looking around the room, she found an abandoned piece of a shoelace which was just long enough to pull her hair into a sporty ponytail.

Unfortunately, it was not a full-sized bath towel. Only just big enough to wrap around her and barely tuck into itself, she soon learned that she would have to be careful about how she moved to avoid having it come undone and treating the freshmen the erotic thrill of their young lives. But securing the knot high and tight on her chest and reminding herself that this was infinitely better than going out there with nothing on, she took a jittery breath and headed for the exit.

Happening to encounter a full-length mirror before reaching the door to the gym, she skidded to a halt. Seeing in her reflection how short the towel really was, she was thankful that she had not blundered into such a disastrous situation with her lower half hanging out for all to see.

Loosening the knot, she made an adjustment. But to her dismay, despite lowering the towel by several inches, when she turned around, the girl in the mirror’s ripe bottom was still hanging out. And when she turned back, most of her pretty, glowing, bald pussy still peeked out beneath the bottom hem!

With a huff, Callie loosened the frustratingly small garment and inched it even lower on her chest. This second adjustment put her exposure in a much more precarious position. The solitary knot that only barely held it all together was stretched taut. It hung suspended between her massive, bulging cleavage and felt like it would come undone with the slightest tug. Her creamy, round breasts were now bunched up and bulging obscenely above the upper hem.

This was its limit. Another millimeter and the upper rim of her areolas would be showing. She literally could not position this cloth any lower on her body without flashing her bright pink nipples. Yet, even with all that adjustment, she was still dependent on a stray corner of the towel hanging down to preserve the modesty between her legs.

Hesitating to leave the safety of the locker room gave her conscience a chance to bubble to the surface with a dire warning.

"There are dozens, maybe hundreds, of horny freshman boys out there who would love nothing more than to see you step through that door in nothing but this skimpy towel; which is obviously too small for anybody and was never meant to be worn as a covering. The only thing you'll be able to assist with during the tryout is handing out boners. And what are you going to do if someone recognizes you?"

With two years separating her from the freshmen class, the likelihood of someone identifying her was slim. She was normally so bland and forgettable that even the other Juniors rarely noticed her. But her sensible side was right about one thing. If she went through with this, the boys out there would never forget it. The mystery girl who showed up to the tryout wearing nothing but a towel would be cemented in their erotic memories forever.

Conflicted, Callie stood with her hand on the door. Her mere entrance to the gym would be the thrill of a lifetime for those boys. She would be the center of attention. Their ultimate masturbation fantasy come to life. A walking wet dream.

It was a role she never would have got to play if she had listened to her sensible side. And before she could chicken out, the surging thrill of arousal tamped down the anxiety she felt and convinced her hand to work the latch and swing the door open.

Slipping silently through the doorway and around a short corner, the trembling teen found the scene in the auxiliary gym nothing like she had left it. It was all a blur to her beyond the immediate area. But even without her trusty glasses, she could tell the court was packed with freshman boys. Some dribbled basketballs back and forth with defenders keeping pace while others waited in line for their turn to warm up.

Her poor vision seemed to heighten her other senses. The vividly cold, polished court reminded her that she was bottomless and barefoot. With nothing to catch the air, a probing gust rolled all the way up her between bare legs to caress her overheated loin. The too small patch of rough fabric wrapped tightly around her torso reminded her that a threadbare towel was the only thing separating her throbbing, utterly naked body from the throng of noisy boys in the crowded gym.

Her sense of touch wasn't the only sense being elevated. The smell of testosterone and sweat filling her nostrils made her face flush. It was a chemical concoction tuned by eons of evolution to arouse a receptive female and evoke a mating response. And today, Callie was extremely receptive.

Biting her lip and wrestling to keep her mating response in check, the horny girl squinted to make out the shape of Coach Simmons. Locating his hulking presence across the way, she made her way around the outer edge of the gym toward him.

Clutching her knot tightly in one hand and holding the lower flap of her towel closed with the other, she felt every eye in the place tracking her movements. She might as well have been a poor, defenseless bunny thrown into a den full of starving lions. It would only take one of them to make the first move and the rest would be on her in an instant; ravaging her until they were all satisfied. The vivid fantasy made her stagger as her pussy clenched tightly over nothing.

Freshman boys had a reputation for being especially dense. But they could at least do the math that a girl in a towel with wet hair had probably just come from the shower and was most likely completely naked underneath it. Finding Callie more interesting than dribbling, a critical mass of them eventually got so distracted watching her that the drills they had been running broke down. Until Coach Simmons put his whistle in his mouth and blew out a piercing noise.

"All right, boys, hold your balls," he barked out.

Callie had only made it part way around to him. She was caught out by herself in front of a stand of collapsible bleachers that had been folded flat against the wall to make more room. Nowhere to hide. Her heart was racing. As the dribbling ceased, her keen ears picked excited whispers coming from the groups of boys bunched around the gym. Every eye was looking at her. Gripping the nearest bleacher to steady herself, she panted where she stood and tried not to collapse into an orgasmic puddle.

Usually, in stressful situations like this, she would be using the collar of her shirt to soothe her nerves. But with no shirt on, she could only look down in embarrassment at the scandalously large cleavage formed by her generous breast endowment. She now wished she had left her hair down instead of pulling it up into a ponytail. At least then, she could have let it drape down and hide the blush on her face and upper chest.

Standing in profile and keeping her head bowed, she listened to Coach Simmons explain how the tryout would work. He did not address the erotic distraction in the room which must have left the boys befuddled - not that any of them were going to complain about it.

The boys would be graded on standard basketball skills - dribbling, shooting, rebounding, defense - and have physical measurements taken. The ones who showed the most promise could try out for the junior varsity team next week. That was by invitation only, so you had to impress Coach Simmons to move on to the next level.

The rest would be categorized according to size and skill. The top group would become the captains of intramural squads of six to seven players each. It was just for fun and exercise, but the competition could get fierce - so good sportsmanship and good behavior would be strictly enforced.

Intensely concentrating on controlling the extreme arousal coursing through her body and the tremble in her muscles due to her near total exposure, Callie almost missed when she was introduced.

When he left her in the shower room, Coach Simmons had to have assumed that she would put her school clothes back on before coming to assist him in the gym. He didn't know that she had come to school naked. That his personal aide had chosen instead to come out dressed in nothing but the towel he had tossed her must have come as a surprise. But he didn't even acknowledge it.

"Benson is here to help with the tryout."

Loud chatter rippled over the crowd at the news that the sexy, nearly naked teen girl would be sticking around for the duration of the tryout. Coach Simmons had to blow his whistle again to quiet them.

"You will treat her just as you would any other coach. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" the group enthusiastically responded.

"Very well, form up around the north arc. We'll start with rebounding drills. Benson, Long, Kastaros, meet me at the end line and we'll show them how it's done."

Callie's face turned white. Did he just say "Kastaros"?!

[perseus]

I'm never going to catch up at this rate! JK, keep them coming! I'm not to the most recent chapters yet but I'm loving this story!

[perseus]

Still working my way through this story, at chapter 8 now. This story is incredible! I'm loving the crazy situation Callie has gotten herself into. I'm hoping some of her original rules come back!

[neverdoubted]

Do you mean the original rules she chickened out from?

[perseus]

Do you mean the original rules she chickened out from?

Yeah! I'm still behind so maybe they already have. But they were fun rules. I know she already masturbated in front of a male a male classmate. I would love to see her do that again or I'm front of a male teacher

[ASF87]

is there next one?

[neverdoubted]

With a death grip on the knot in her towel, Callie waddled toward the far end of the court along with the crowd of ballers. Too shy to risk making eye contact with any of them, she kept her head down. But out of the corner of her eye, she searched intently for any sign of Ewett Kastaros.

When she spotted a vague, but distinct figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist standing on the out-of-bounds end line, her pulse quickened. She had built up a fantasy of what it would be like to go to school naked and come face to face with the boy who made her heart throb during the day and other parts of her throb in the night. Even though she had a towel on and wasn't completely naked, she wasn't prepared to face the Greek god himself.

But something about this encounter wasn't adding up. Why would a senior be trying out for freshman intramural basketball? She got her answer when the blurry figure coalesced as she drew near and she saw that it was not who she thought. The boy had a relaxed pose and an easy, rugged smile on his face.

He stood exactly like Ewett always did. And because they also shared the same last name, Callie guessed he was Ewett's younger brother. Bashfully, she came to stand beside him on the end line. When she turned her head to look at him, he brushed his curly blonde bangs out of his face and their gazes met.

Getting lost in the deep pools that were his dazzling blue eyes, her insides gushed, and her knees buckled. He may be younger, but he was every bit as handsome as his brother! Another Greek god in the making.

The boy whom Coach Simmons had called "Long" came forward to stand on her other side. The other boys in attendance arrayed themselves around the three point arc - giving their full attention to see what their coach had in store for the cute, scantily clad assistant. Standing at the free throw line, Coach Simmons addressed his words to the wider audience.

"Rebounding is a measure of will, not skill, gentlemen. You simply have to want it more than the man next to you - even dive on the floor and sacrifice your body to get it."

Then, to the three demonstrators, he added, "This will be a standard rebounding drill. You may not pass the end line until the ball leaves my hand. Ready?"

Callie knew all about rebounding. She had spent countless evenings in the driveway playing basketball with her little brother. She was good enough to beat Alex or any of his friends with ease. Of course, a three-year age gap made a big difference when they were kids and she had stopped playing with them about the time her body started changing and her brother's friends started secretly referring to her as a "boner factory". But with pretty good hand-eye coordination and a reliable bank shot, she still considered herself a decent baller.

When Coach Simmons blew his whistle and launched the ball toward the basket, she stayed right where she was standing; as if she were one of the spectators instead of a contestant. She knew the drill. But she was not about to enter the rebounding fray wearing just a towel and turn this demonstration into a female anatomy lesson.

Her opponents, on the other hand, launched themselves onto the court with wild abandon - diving onto the floor just like Coach Simmons had predicted. With a proud grin, Ewett's brother emerged from the scrum holding the ball above his head.

"Well done, Kastaros! Good effort, Long. Benson, you can do better than that," the coach chided, "come on now, let's try it one more time. Kastaros, Long, you start in the corners to make it an equal contest."

As each boy retreated to an opposite corner of the court twenty-five feet away, Callie tried to psych herself up to make a respectable showing this time.

"Ready?" Coach Simmons called out, looking directly at her.

The whole gym fell silent. Every eye was keenly trained on the cute, barely dressed girl. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and ordered her arms to her side and her legs to get into a position to leap.

…but nothing happened. Surrounded by leering boys on all sides, her preservation instinct had temporarily wrested control of her trembling hands and refused to move them away from their protective embrace of the towel.

As the whistle blew and Coach Simmons lobbed a loping shot toward the basket which ricocheted softly, the boys charged in from their long-distance starting spots. The ball performed a series of dwindling bounces right in front of Callie.

But her bare feet, the insoles nearly touching in order to keep her vulnerable thighs as closed as possible, might as well have been cemented in place. Breaking her gaze, she clenched her towel even tighter and hung her head in shame. She just couldn't bring herself to retrieve the ball. Not with every boy in the room staring at her. Her embarrassment level, along with the risk of something going wrong, was just too great.

Charging in, the Kastaros boy just barely beat his opponent and scooped up the ball with ease right in front of Callie. Giving up on the demo, Coach Simmons blew his whistle and ordered all the boys to form into four equal groups around the court and await further instructions.

With the spotlight temporarily off her, Callie was able to breathe and reassess. She couldn't assist if she spent the whole tryout doing her best statue impression. She would have to figure out how to move around in this tiny towel without embarrassing herself.

Summoning a silent pep talk, when her name was called again and Coach Simmons waved her over to a certain spot, she was able to regain command of her hands and drop them to her side and step forward.

In addition to the two main baskets, there were four extra baskets lining the sides of the gym. Each had been set up to be a different skill station. The Long boy had been put in charge of the rebounding drill at the basket across from Callie while Kastaros was at a station at the other end of the gym doing something she couldn't make out. Coach Simmons must have already granted these boys passes to the next round and was using them to assist with the tryout.

Explaining to Callie what she would be doing, he positioned her between the line of boys at her station and the basket then turned to the boys.

"On your turn, you will engage the defender and back them down toward the basket. You will then perform a pump fake followed by a standing pivot in the opposite direction to get your shot away. Benson will represent the defense."

Callie found listening difficult with her pulse pounding in her ears and her unsettled fingers constantly trying to make an adjustment to her skimpy wardrobe. She was wearing essentially the inverse of what she had worn in first period. As a figure studies model, a veil had masked her face and shoulders and Ms. Lejune's go-go boots had hidden her legs up to mid-thigh but left her torso completely bare. Now, despite her torso and privates being mostly covered, her body still found reason to protest and complain.

Having never worn a miniskirt or minidress before, her legs were not accustomed to the sensation of being so exposed - especially at school. Even the slightest breath of air on her bare skin prompted her brain to send warning signals to her hands; ordering them to pull the towel down and cover more of her thighs and bottom before somebody discovered she wasn't wearing any panties and that her pussy had no hair. Unfortunately, that same urge was also begging her to raise the towel immediately because her breasts were spilling obscenely out the top and threatening to pop free at any second.

But having already found the most modest position, she was stuck doing neither and had to fight the urge to adjust her towel at all.

"-this is not a full-speed drill," Coach Simmons was saying, "you only need to perform the requisite steps in the right order without violating any of the standard rules of basketball. Is that clear?"

When the boys barked out an acknowledgment, he tossed the ball to the first one in line. That was Callie's cue. Widening her stance, she felt the towel ride even higher around her hips and bottom and scrunch up in front at the very tops of her legs near her waist. Suppressing the urge to reach down and fiddle with it, she prayed the little corner flap hanging down in front like the world's smallest loincloth cast a strong enough shadow to keep the secret of her denuded mound. At least, with her bottom facing nothing but the wall behind the basket, she wasn’t mooning anybody.

As the first boy dribbled toward her, his eyes grew wider and wider. Seeing the cute, buxom, barely dressed girl bent over with her arms raised in a standard guarding position, he got distracted staring right down the front of her uncovered chest and into the substantial cleavage formed by her bulging, round breasts. Losing all sense of coordination, he dribbled the ball off his foot, and it bounced away.

Blowing his whistle, Coach Simmons sent the boy to retrieve the ball and return to the back of the line. His eyes bulging at Callie's cleavage, the next boy accidentally veered to one side of her. Terrified of the effect that any motion would have on her precariously placed towel, she made the smallest shuffle to her right.

When he saw his path to the basket cut off, the boy did not back his voluptuous defender down at all, but stopped short of contact and made a clumsy attempt at a spin move. His shot was an air ball.

Forced to perform her duty but facing the prospect of total exposure at any second, Callie's emotions fluctuated between terror and relief. Given that every boy who challenged her was sporting a stiff erection, she had to concede that her conscience had been right about her handing out boners. The noticeable tent in their athletic shorts made her grateful that at least her own simmering arousal was not outwardly visible.

When the entire group of boys had gone through the drill twice and failed to even hit the basket once, much less make a shot, Coach Simmons threw up his hands and ordered them to move on to the next station. For Callie, that just meant a new group headed her way.

In her vulnerable state of dress, she was on high alert for any potential threats. And she sensed one in a shifty looking kid. Unlike the other boys, he was more entertained than intimidated by the cute girl in the towel. She could practically see his mind scheming behind the sly smile plastered on his face.

Waiting at the back of the line for his turn to go, he consulted in hushed whispers with a few other boys in his group. And when he got the ball, he glanced back at them with a grinning nod as if to say, "watch this".

Dribbling with confidence, he drove directly toward the barely dressed girl. When he got to her, he turned around and began to dribble backwards just like his coach had instructed. Callie backed down little by little until they were both beneath the basket and she had no more ground to give. His back side was practically pressed into her front side.

Still dribbling with his right hand, at this point, he was supposed to perform a pump-fake and spin move to get his shot off. But before he did so, he reached down near his left leg, out of sight of Coach Simmons, and tugged the bottom of his defender's towel.

Callie yelped in surprise as she felt the knot break free and her worst fears were realized. Giving up on defending, she reached down and snatched the slipping towel near her belly button. As the boy spun away to easily complete his layup, he left the startled, and now essentially topless, girl with nothing to hide behind. For a brief moment, her entire top half, including her impressive chest was completely bared to the rest of the stunned audience. In a flash, her rosy nipples tightened to stiff points in the open air.

Having officially proven what they all suspected - that Benson really was naked beneath her towel - the boy practically took a bow before tossing the ball to his companion who was next in line.

Remembering that she still had her lower half to worry about, Callie had to be careful about re-covering her naked breasts without raising the towel too high. Practicing restraint, she quickly retied the knot as best she could between her breasts. To her dismay, she noticed the upper circles of her areolas were still peeking out the top of the towel! But without the benefit of time and a mirror, she couldn't position it with the same careful precision as before. But since that same towel was the only thing between her hairless pussy and the crowd of leering boys, she took what she could get and didn't dare attempt another adjustment.

She could only hope, as the whistle blew and she was forced to walk back to the starting spot near the free throw line and reassume her guarding position, that the embarrassing towel slip had been too quick for the boys to see much and that her newly visible areolas were not too noticeable from a distance.

She gulped when she saw the eager expression on the next freshman's face. These boys weren't intimidated like the first group had been. On the contrary. This one seemed to be on a mission to repeat his friend's defrocking feat.

Trying to maintain a cushion between her front and his back, she shied warily away from the next boy - her defenses collapsing in the face of the charging teen. But he was on a mission. When he got close enough, he followed his friend's lead and performed the exact same tugging trick on the defenseless girl before spinning away for an easy basket.

Feeling her towel start to give way, she reached up to grab it as before. But this boy had tugged more forcefully, and she was too slow. Grasping her bare chest instead of the towel, she let out a squeal of surprise.

As the towel unwound to reveal her naked body, she made a harried second swipe. This time, she managed to snag the falling garment between her legs; catching up to it just before it had dropped all the way to the floor. She had kept her most intimate place hidden by the narrowest margin. But she had sacrificed everywhere else in the process.

Across the gym, dribbling ceased, and everyone turned to take sight of her. Callie couldn't have been more humiliated...or more aroused. This was just the type of thrilling scene she fantasized about in her bedroom at night. Just the type of result that had driven her to the gym in the first place. Only, in her fantasies, she didn't even have a towel to cling to.

"YOU IDIOT," her conscience screamed, "I warned you this was going to happen when you stepped foot outside your house. Going to school naked - ha! Look at you now! You're in the middle of a basketball tryout with your tits and ass hanging out for all the boys to admire. No more anatomy secrets for you, young lady. At this point, you might as well go the rest of the way and drop the towel so everyone in the school can see what a shameless exhibitionist slut Calliope Hennerson is."

If not for Coach Simmons' piercing whistle breaking the humiliating stalemate, she may have done precisely that. But instead, a small voice in the back of her mind fought back against despair and gave her a reason to maintain what little modesty she still had left.

"Wait a minute," it reminded her, "these boys don’t know who you really are. As long as you don’t make things worse by doing something stupid, your identity is safe. As far as they know, it was just a slip."

She hadn't ruined her reputation after all. To these boys, she was just some girl named Benson who had volunteered to help Coach Simmons with the tryout and had suffered a temporary wardrobe malfunction.

In an instant, a very humiliated Benson spun around to face the wall for added privacy. It meant flashing her full, unprotected bottom to the room. With her hands shaking and her pussy throbbing, she lifted the towel from between her legs and wrapped it back around her torso. Miming an apology for the disruption, she turned back around and got back into her guarding spot.

When the tryout resumed, the excited chatter coming from the boys after seeing the cute, female, assistant bare practically everything nearly drowned out the dribbling!

Now that the pattern had been established, every boy afterward employed the same towel tugging trick to try and reveal more of his sexy defender. Luckily, she had her hands at the ready to spoil their plans. Unfortunately, keeping her towel in place rendered her useless as a defender, and most of the boys were able to make easy layups against her. But at least she wasn't stripped again.

When all four groups had rotated through all the stations, Coach Simmons called the boys over one at a time to a measuring station. The rest were sent to different baskets for shooting drills. He assigned Callie to one of the baskets to rebound and return balls to the shooters.

While this task was less perilous - she didn't have eager boys constantly tugging at her towel - she still had to be careful. Chasing down wayward rebounds required her to hustle and she didn't have the luxury of keeping her backside turned to the wall at all times.

She was grateful for the towel and admitted it was better than nothing. But as the protective part of her mind was keen to constantly remind her, it was still too short for comfort and a poor substitute for actual clothes. And with her bare bottom essentially hanging out the back, it was very stressful to hear a collective gasp every time she had to turn around to snag a ball.

She was not accustomed to such rigorous activity as chasing down and throwing basketballs. Her usual P.E. class involved walking lazily around the outdoor track with Amy and chatting. But as least the constant motion distracted her from the roiling knot in her pussy. And the exertion, which formed a glistening sheen of sweat all over her body, kept the sexual juices leaking down her legs from looking too out of place.

She breathed a sigh of relief when Coach Simmons whistled the end of the tryout. Panting heavily and with her heart racing, she bent over at the waist. If she had been wearing something a little more modest, she would have collapsed onto the court. But she settled for resting her hands on her knees and trying to catch her breath. Her face was red and the sweat pouring off her brow had plastered her bangs to her temples - not that anyone seemed to care about her hair. With the tryout winding down, they were more interested in storing the memory of the her spectacular body for future reference.

While Coach Simmons called the boys to the far end of the gym and gave them information about when the results would be posted, he tasked his beautiful towel girl with clean up duty; collecting and racking the balls. She couldn't hear what was being discussed but could tell when he dismissed them and they reluctantly filed out of the gym.

"Good show today, Benson," he said - sneaking up behind her and delivering a firm butt slap which made her yip in surprise and reminded her how utterly exposed her bottom had been this whole time.

It was just the two of them now. The last time that happened, she had been completely naked and dripping wet - her failed attempt at being as seductive as Vivienne Vice. Rubbing her stinging bottom with one hand, she gripped her towel protectively with the other and offered a shaky, "uh, t-thanks coach."

"You sure worked up a sweat," he noted, his eyes roaming up and down her body to appreciate the healthy glow of youthful vitality that her recent exercise had produced.

"You know...if you wanna get cleaned up, there's a special shower off my office that has a little more...privacy," he offered with a wink, "what do you say?"

Thinking he was planning to watch her again but not quite catching the true meaning behind his proposal, she nodded her head shyly. A warm smile crossed his face.

"Great," he said, grabbing the rack to roll it to the locker room. Calling back, he gave her one last task, "pick up the cones and bring them to my office. Then we'll hit the showers and you can show me what else the Teacher's Aide Club can do."