“First, ladies… um… and John, today we will be conducting…” She paused, leaving the inevitable and dreaded word we all knew was coming hanging as we held our breaths. She looked around at our fear/anticipation with bemusement.
“The Presidential Fitness Test!” Everybody began to moan and groan at the announcement. Ms. Tittle tapped on her clip board to regain everyone’s attention. “Alright! Alright already! I know how much you all love the twice-yearly Presidential Fitness Test, so let’s just get it over with, shall we?”
“This sucks,” I heard Kathy say to my right.
“How do you think I feel?” I said, “You’re captain of the cross country team, at least you’re in shape!” I gestured at my naked, lightly flabby body, “And I’m naked, at least you’re…” I looked down as Kathy rolled one of her protruding nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “Well you’re at least mostly dressed!”
Ms. Tittle stepped over before I could notice. “Something you’d like to share with the class, our special naked guest?” She gestured widely at the line of girls, a few of whom snickered.
“No, ma’am,” I said, blushing.
“Very well,” she said, looking down at my exposed member, “Keep stroking… faster!” she added.
I did as I was told, and stroked as fast as I could, still a little ways away from cumming.
“Alright, now listen girls, this test consists of three parts, chin ups, sit ups, and weight and height measurements. We might just have enough time after the first three to engage in your normal gym activities, or even something special,” she looked at me and winked. “So lets get this done as fast, and efficiently as we can,” Mrs. Tittle looked down at the list and frowned, and rubbed her chin. “Now… where to start, where to start?”
