Dodge...

You manage another dodge, and you give a little fist pump. The guy behind you launches it at the skinny girl that got hit first, she dodges, picks up the ball and hurls it at Evette as **** and hit her solidly on the shoulder blade as she turned to dodge.
Evette shrugged, gave a yank on the track pants she was wearing, and they snapped right off, which gave everyone the first real surprise of the class. Evette had worn a tiny, string thong to gym…

“Damn Evette, I wouldn’t’ve figured you for a thong type of girl,” said a tall guy with long brown hair, “Stretch” you decide to call him, standing behind her.

“File that along with every other thing you don’t know anything about, jackass,” she said with a joking tone and a smile. She bent over a little, wiggle her butt at him, and blew him a kiss.

You could see that Evette a little bit of hair covering her slit, but what you were really curious about was whether she had piercings everywhere.

Once again, the game got started. Once again, the ball flew around. A couple of guys got down to there underwear. You could see an penis or two occasionally peeking out of a pair of boxers, and more than a few tented pairs of briefs thanks to Evette’s state of dress.

All of a sudden a ball was flying full speed at you almost catching you unaware.