Getting distracted during gym class.

The rest of the school day was just as average and boring as ever. The only thing to keep your mind engaged with the living world was your thoughts on everything that happened this morning with your sister, Shelly.

Now that you've told Shelly that you were completely fine with getting more blowjobs from her, you have to wonder what exactly your relationship with her was.

Does this count as like... Dating? Are you both in a relationship now? Will she get jealous if you go out and date other girls? Or is it something more casual, like friends with benefits? Fuckbuddies? Will you both be able to date and have sex with other people, and then have sex together at home whenever you're both bored or something?

Fuck man, what are you saying? You're talking about being fuckbuddies with your sister here!

Ugh... Why is this so complicated?

"JOHN, DODGE THE BALL!"

Wait what-

A **** of five thousand kilograms slams you in the face, and you end up flying back and crashing to the wall, leaving a body-size indent of yourself to mark your landing.

...is what you imagined would happen. Instead, a ball just lightly bounced against your head, leaving you more dazed and confused rather than in any pain.

The gym teacher blew his whistle and screamed, "OUT!"

Oh right, you were playing dodgeball. You weren't paying any attention at all, huh?

Oh well.

"Damn it John!" Someone from your team cussed, who you ignored as you really didn't give a shit about it right now.

You walked across the field and stand in the back of the enemy line, the rest of the prisoners resided.

Safe from having any more balls thrown at your face, you went back to your previous train of thought.

What where you talking about again?

"~Hey hey Zeke, let's go! Throw that ball and hit the nose!~"

Your attention was stolen for a brief moment as you looked at the cheerleaders chanting over by the sidelines. All of them were sitting down and clapping their hands in a musical rhythm, but only one was doing the actual dancing and singing.

You recognized her, of course. The cheerleader captain, Tiffany Brian.

"~Show your foes NO MERCY! Shoot them down and aim for glory!~"

Tiffany Brian, a cute brunette with short messy hair before she decided to dye it blonde to look more prettier. D cup boobs and a round butt to compliment her Barbie Doll physiology, greenish-bluish eyes. You actually went to middle school with her, although you hardly knew each other. You used to have a small crush on her before you realized she was dating Zeke Cambell, the highschool's favorite star soccer player. Probably for the best, she was out of your league anyway, and those two were always pretty pompous about their popularity.

Something that captivated your attention though, was the fact that you swear she's wearing a cheerleading outfit that's one size too small for her. Her skirt is just barely short enough to hide her panties, and her top was tightly hugging against her boobs, which were bouncing and jiggling everywhere. Was this even allowed in school regulation?

Favorite fetish, exhibitionist activities like having sex against a tree in public parks or doggy style behind the bleachers during school hours. Sometimes as a reward, she gives blowjobs in public buses or even the movie theaters-

Wait, what the hell are you talking about? You have no idea what her fetishes are. You barely even know her.

Gah, stop fantasizing and get your mind out of the gutter. God, you are such a perverted freak.

Anyway, she was jumping around and posing as she cheered on her boyfriend, who was currently dominating the dodge ball field. Now that you think about it, he was the one that got you out, didn't he?

Eh. Whatever.

Guy was pretty impressive, sort of like a modern day Hercules. His legs were definitely stronger than his arms, based on what you've seen in his games. Most of all though, he has an impressive amount of versatility and control over the soccer ball.

Zeke Cambell was uh... Uuhhhh... He had er... Black hair and some sort of eye color... Did a thing back in school where...

Huh. Guess you don't know much about Zeke as much as you know about his girlfriend.

"~Zeke's on fire, completely sick! The playing field's as large as his Oops!~" Tiffany teased, getting a laugh and a few risqué cheers out of her cheerleading squad.

"Alright, settle down Tiffany! You know that's not appropriate." The gym teacher chastised half-heartedly, resuming his focus on the game.

Tiffany playfully shrugged, before extravagantly cartwheeling back to her seat.

Thinking about it now, you probably dodged a bullet for not talking to her back in middle school. Sure, she was hot, but you and her probably wouldn't have gotten along at all. Mismatched personalities.

You're not even sure why you were thinking about her now, of all times. You've got way bigger problems to deal with later back home.

Sigh... You seriously hope Mom doesn't somehow find out what happened today...