5th period gym: Mia, Lisa, and Karishma

Your heartrate is still elevated from your last class with Amanda, and you're legitimately looking forward to your next period. So you hotfoot it to the locker room to get ready for gym.

Today is the first day of a new unit, reserved specially for seniors who have taken gym every year: swimming. Usually your school's pool is reserved for the town's use, but once a year, the P.E. teachers are allowed to teach swimming. They get a double-block after lunch to teach all the 12th-grade gym students.

You genuinely enjoy swimming; you also genuinely enjoy senior girls in bathing suits. Unlike the regular gym uniforms, everyone is allowed to bring their own gear, and the rumors in years past have always implied that girls use this as a major opportunity to show off.

Fortunately for you, no such pressure exists for the boys. You change into your swim suit in the locker room, enviously eyeing the coaches' office. As a rule, coaches don't go into their offices or the locker rooms when students are changing; still, you've managed not to be stupid enough to try to sneak into the girls' room with a bunch of other guys standing around watching. If only these guys knew they could walk right into the girls' locker room and never be noticed... Well, they'd probably spoil all my fun, so, girls, your secret's safe with me!

Changing takes all of sixty seconds, and you make your way quickly to the pool. You hop in and peer over the edge, giving you a chance to view the girls as they arrive. Each one is lovelier than the last; even the girls in one-piece suits are worth looking at.

Two in particular catch your attention as they approach you. Mia and Lisa, dark-haired twin sisters with luscious lips, soft, pale skin, and unbelievably juicy asses, sit down on either side of your face.

"Hey there, Sam," says Mia. She's been in your gym class for years; you were actually pretty friendly even before That Night.

"Hi Mia," you reply. Then, "Lisa, I didn't know you were going to be in this class."

"Yep," she says. "They combined all the gym classes so we could do this unit together."

"Are we going to see you tonight, Sam?" Mia asks. She draws her long legs up to hold them to her chest, leaving her pussy inches from your face. You can detect the outline of her shaved lips beneath the thin material of her swim suit.

"I'll be watching the game if that's what you mean," you say.

"Yeah, Mia," Lisa says, mirroring her sister's movements and drawing your attention to her the area where her own gorgeous legs meet beneath a thin swim suit. "He'll certainly be watching us cheerleaders even if we can't see him."

You don't know how right you are, you say to yourself. Mia and Lisa giggle at one another and slip into the water on either side of you. Do you?

You swim the length of the pool and back while students continue to arrive. Finally, one of the coaches blows her whistle, and the students gather at the end of the pool. That's when you see her: Karishma.

You had a crush on Karishma in middle school, and you thought for a fleeting moment that she liked you, too. Instead, for no other reason but to embarrass you, she pantsed you in the crowded school hallway on the last day of eighth grade. You had finally put the episode behind you until That Night when Karishma darkly reentered your life.

[Author's aside: The chapters I'm mainly using for the prior events of this story don't feature the more despicable side of Karishma. See those branches to get a sense of what she's capable of even if "this" Sam didn't encounter it firsthand.]

Karishma is a cruel, foul-mouthed bully. She has been immune to Rebecca's charms this past month, offering up nothing but underwear for your weekly peeping sessions. And to be honest, you haven't wanted to watch her much, anyway. She's beautiful, of course, especially today as her yellow bikini makes her coffee-colored C-cup boobs, strong arms and legs, and killer abs draw everyone's attention. But the disdain with which she treats those around her just makes her difficult to stomach.

The coaches divide the class into smaller groups. Today, they're going to observe each student's form to better organize everyone into skill levels. You groan inside as Karishma is assigned to your group. Eight of you--four boys and four girls--head to one section of the pool.

One of the girls, probably the shortest in the class, is adjusting her swim shoes at the edge of the pool as the coach walks to where she'll evaluate the students. With the coach's back to the group, Karishma walks up behind the short girl (Tiffany, I think?) and bumps into her from behind. She tumbles into the pool face first and comes up spluttering and gasping for breath.

"Sorry," Karishma grumbles. "Didn't see you down there."

The coach instructs your pod to get into the water one at a time--"Tiffany, since you're already in the pool, you're first!"--and to swim to the other end. You end up last, with Karishma just in front of you.

It turns out you're a much stronger swimmer than Karishma. Even though she started ahead of you, you quickly catch up to her. You still feel bad for Tiffany and want to prove that Karishma can't be the evil queen of every interaction, so you speed past her in the lane.

"Watch out," you call as you swim past her. "I'm swimming here!"

"You fucking cunt," Karishma says loudly enough for you--but not the coaches--to hear. "You're a cock sucking douche fucker, and I'm going to kick your ass just for talking to me."

"Nice to see you too, Karishma!" you call as you glide past her in the water.

When you reach the other end of the pool, you turn to watch Karishma swim. You can't help but take a perverse pleasure in seeing her struggle with very bad form to make it across the pool. Other students are calling out encouragingly, which you know is infuriating her. So you join in.

"Go Karishma! You can do it! I know it's hard - just little bit more!"

When Karishma finally reaches you at the end of the pool, you raise a hand for a high five. "Fuck off," she says and starts climbing the ladder out of the pool.

You hop on the ladder behind her and start to trail her. "No need to be rude," you say, glancing up at her tight, wet ass.

And then--pow. You don't know where the **** comes, but you suddenly see stars in front of your eyes as you fall back into the pool. You're disoriented and can't breathe, struggling fearfully to figure out which way is up. Your face burns with pain, and your vision is clouded.

Your flailing hand manages to grasp the ladder, which you use to right yourself. You pull yourself out of the pool, and as you catch your breath, you hear Karishma telling the coach, "I'm really sorry. I slipped. Is Sam OK?"

"He'll be fine, I'm sure," the coach tells her as another jogs over to you.

"Hey, Sam, are you all right?"

"I dunno. What happened?" you ask.

"Karishma slipped and bonked you good on the nose."

You reach up to feel your face and your hand comes away covered in blood. That's when the pain floods your system again, and you realize your nose is bleeding profusely.

"Here, take this," the coach says, handing you a gym towel. "And please go straight to the nurse's office. I don't think anything is broken, but she should check you out."

You nod, still in pain, and wrap the towel around your waist.

"Who's your sixth period teacher?" the coach asks you.

"Study hall," you grunt, massaging your nose.

"Great, that's great," the coach says. "Just take your time and come back here to change when you're done."

You glare at Karishma, who is slyly grinning. Your hatred of her burns as much as your damaged nose, distracting you from even realizing the one bright side in all of this: you finally get the chance to be one-on-one with Mrs. Pill.