Here she comes, completely naked?

You and the other wait around for about five minutes before all of the girls from before finally come out and take a seat. Many of them have started to sit closer to you, but they seem to only want to stare at your cock for the time being.

Another minute passes, and at this point the only one who isn’t here is Samantha. The coach begins to look frustrated, and leans her head into the locker room.

“Samantha! Hurry it up!” she yells.

“Coach I really think I should-” you hear Samantha start to say before Coach Diana interrupts.

“Enough with the back talk young lady! You can either come out on your own or I can carry you out!” Coach says.

For a moment, all is quiet. But suddenly, you notice Coach Diana start to giggle. Confused for only a moment, you get your answer to why she’s laughing, as the Samantha lady from earlier walks out into the gym in the nude, with only her shoes to her name. She is holding her F cup breasts with one arm, barely being able to cover her pinkish red nipples. Her stomach is toned and smooth, leading down to her hand covered pussy, but you can make out a bit of black pubic hair.

“Now that’s something I didn’t expect. Where is your underwear, Samantha?” Coach Diana asks, trying her best to act unfazed, but failing miserably.

“I… didn’t bring any today…” Samantha says, refusing to turn around and look Coach in the eye. Her face is completely red, with her shaking in embarrassment.

“Of course she doesn’t wear panties, the pervert!”

“Sam and Heath are twinsies now!”

“Serves her right. I see her peeking at me whenever I change. Karma’s a bitch, huh…”

“I bet she likes it~”

The entire gym begins to roar with sly remarks regarding her nudity, some of it being pretty mean in your opinion.

“Alright ladies, enough with the chatting! If you can handle one naked student, you can handle another. Now Samantha, why don’t you go sit next to Heath over there.” Coach Diana says, pointing directly at you.

Samantha looks you dead in the eye, irises ablaze as she gives you the meanest **** glare you have ever seen. Part of you thinks she’ll straight up kill you once she sits down next you.

You watch her walk over to you, with her chest jiggling slightly with each step. Even while constrained by her arm, it seems her massive melons can’t be contained. You can’t help but look up and down her imposing figure, as she is slightly taller than you.

She sits down next to you, making as much space from you while still technically being next to you. She sits cross-legged, with her arms crossed over her chest. You nervously look over subtly, catching a glimpse of her bare, slightly open pussy, with some of it being covered in pubic hair.

“You stare at me one more goddamn time, and I’ll grab your dick again just so I can bite it the fuck off.” Samantha says with a growl in her voice.

You immediately stare out in front of you, fearing that this girl might actually do what she is saying. By the look of her, she seems pretty tough. But you close your eyes, having saved the image of her nude body in your mind: big chest, nice hips, toned in all the right places. There’s nothing more a man could ask for from her body.

But, it seems you’ve already made an enemy with her. Your parents always told you to take things slow with a girl to avoid making her uncomfortable, but somehow you feel an introductory cock-kiss and handjob doesn’t fit that advice.