Gym

"God, why do we have gym to start off the day this semester," moans Doe lightly as we navigate the school hallways, "I'm always sweaty and stuff afterwards, and have to go to my other classes."

Another thing I enjoy about Doe is her athleticism. She's a varsity soccer player and also runs track. Thus, she can't help being competitive and putting in effort in gym class, always ending up sweaty and flushed - a very sexy look for her.

I'm also an athlete, playing varsity soccer during the fall and varsity tennis in the spring. I'm always watching sports - NFL, NHL, Soccer, Tennis, MLB, whatever. My high school is not as split into groups as many, and thus my friend group is a diverse one - although we do have one thing in common: we love getting together and watching a game. Anyways, back to the main part.

We make it to the gym, about 15 minutes late by now. Our class is currently on our basketball unit, but since we're seniors, the gym teachers don't really care that much. Most of them are former athletes anyways, and are pretty chill. Our gym teacher is Ms. Harrison, a former volleyball player, standing a good 6 feet tall. She has blonde hair, long legs, a slim waist and flat stomach and a nicely sized chest. Only in her late 20s, I can't deny her attractiveness, and neither can many of the guys in her classes.

Ms. Harrison sighs as we enter. "Late again John and Doe but I'll let you seniors off. I'm letting everyone just shoot freely today so go ahead and join in," she says.

"Sorry, and sure thing Ms. Harrison," Doe says, already walking towards the basketballs, "John, you down for a 1v1?"

"Sure. Lets do it," I say.