Physical Education

You leave math class, and emerge into a crowded hallway. A turbulent river of female students flows in two different directions down the hallway. Many of them are wearing fishnet stockings, like your neighbor Stacy on the bus. A few are wearing long striped stockings. A few are wearing knee-high boots, and a few are barefoot. All are wearing short skirts, except for a few who are wearing short shorts with their butt cheeks hanging out. Most seem to have their shirts undone by at least a few buttons, or tied underneath their breasts in the case of a couple of the more top-heavy girls.

There's a crush near to one of the stairwells. Normally you really dislike these situations, because they're very awkward. Today you're looking forward to it. You try to squeeze sideways past some of the girls.

"Excuse me," you say, pushing against one girl's butt shamelessly with your hand. She turns to smile at you.

Another girl is shoved right against you. "Ooof," she says, as she suddenly finds herself straddling your leg. "Sorry." Her right thigh rubs against your crotch, and her eyes widen.

"Is that your cock that my leg's rubbing against?" She says, almost incredulous. She starts to involuntarily grind against your leg.

"Yeah," you add simply.

"Holy fuck," she says. "Good thing I forgot to wear panties today, I think I'm already getting wet thinking about getting it inside me. Want to meet up at lunch?" She asks.

"Okay," you say. The girl is pulling out a marker, and hands it to you. She pulls open her shirt, popping a few buttons, humping against your leg the entire time. "I'm in a hurry, write your number on my tits." You oblige her, and give her breasts a feel as well.

"Okay cool," she says. "Catch you later." She talks away with her shirt still open. She never told you her name, or asked for yours. She has left a large wet patch on your trouser leg.

You head for your next class, which is P.E. You're already looking forward to seeing what the changing room situation is like.

You don't bother looking for the boy's changing room, and enter the girl's. You immediately see your friend, Emily. She's a bit of a tom boy, but very cute and with B-cup breasts. She's currently naked. A patch of pubic hair graces the top of her mons, but her pussy lips are deliciously exposed.

"Hi Emily," you greet her sing-song.

"Oh!" Emily looks at you in surprise. "John. What are you doing in the girl's changing room?"

"Oh," you say. "I was a bit lonely, I thought I'd change with the girls today." You take off your trousers and your underwear.

Emily's eyes are fixed shamelessly on your cock. "Oh, okay," she says. She absentmindedly grabs your erection. "Say, your... penis looks a bit dirty. You weren't ..." she says tentatively, "fucking anyone in the ass, were you?"

"Um... Yeah, actually," you say.

Emily pulls you over to the showers. "We'd better get you clean, then," she squirts some soap onto her hands, and starts stroking your cock with her slick hands. "We want you to stay healthy and clean." Her face starts to redden.

"This wouldn't be an excuse to jack me off, would it Emily?" you ask.

She looks at you with lust, and a furrowed brow. Her nipples stand erect on her small boobs. "Come on, John, that's not what our relationship's about. We're friends, and besides, I hardly ever fantasize about pulling on your cock like this. Three times a week maximum," she protests.

"I think you might not be completely honest about that," you tell her.

"No, it's true," she says, bringing a hand between her legs. "I'm just trying to help. You're the one who decided to come to the girls' changing room," she said, beginning to pant. "I can't help it if your mind is so full of filth, that you automatically assume that I'm using it as an excuse to make you cum thick ropes of semen all over my body." Her knees buckle slightly. "Oh fuck," she curses. "That would be so fucking hot."