Time to get naked

Shannon yanks her shorts back up and looks at you, scowling, like she thinks her pantsing was your fault. Her face is still flushed with embarrassment, but now there's a twinkle in her eye, like she's looking forward to getting her ****. It doesn't seem fair, since you didn't do anything to her, but there's not a lot you can do about it.

You've known Shannon for years. You don't know how many comfortable hours you've spent together in the library, helping each other study, or how many late-night movie sessions you've shared. She's a good friend of yours. You've never seen her in her underwear until today. And she's definitely never seen your penis.

Until right now.

"Go ahead," says Coach Preda, waving a hand impatiently. "We don't have all day. Take it off."

The girls giggle.

You take a deep breath.

You look at the floor.

You hook your thumbs into your briefs.

And, as twenty gorgeous women shamelessly ogle every square inch of your body, laughing and teasing and making extremely rude comments, you strip off your last remaining scrap of modesty. You kick off the briefs and hand them over to Coach Preda, who stands off to the side, looking impatient. The garment disappears into her gym bag, joining the rest of your clothes.

You hold your hands in front of your groin, trying your best to look nonchalant. Of course, with your cock as hard as it is, you need both hands to cover yourself, and that only draws more attention to your state of arousal. You can't imagine how stupid you must look. Your skin feels as hot as the surface of the sun.

You risk a glance up at Shannon. She looks amazed and delighted, like she can't believe how lucky she is that this is really happening. There's a blush in her cheeks, but a smile on her face.

"Wow," she says, in awestruck tones. "John. You're really naked."

She's right.

You can't think of anything to say. You look from girl to girl, seeing Grace's wicked grin and Tammy's eager stare, hearing Ashley's cruel laughter and Chloe's whispered commentary. Every woman here seems to be having the time of her life watching you squirm, feeling a delicious surge of power through her body as a helpless young man stands in front of her, totally ****, with nothing but his hands to hide his shame. You feel like a loser. A naked, pathetic, defeated, humiliated loser. And the worst part is, they can all see how much it's turning you on.

You jump as the coach's hand comes down firmly on your backside, delivering a slap and a pinch to your right buttock. "Alright, class," she says. "We've had our fun. Now it's time to get back to work."