Gym class

After eating together, our next class goes without any surprises. The final class for the day though is Gym. Jess and our other two friends Lily and Megan, file into the changing room together.

All four of us strip down to our underpants before slipping on our gym gear. The uniform is a tight fitting white tee and a pair of maroon short shorts that are cut high enough that from the right angle you can see the firm shape of our bare ass cheeks.

Lily yelps suddenly as Megan spanks her on the ass. “These are getting too small for you, girl!” She teases as she walks past. Lily just groans, embarrassed.

The four of us walk out together to the indoor gym. Our teacher is waiting already, Mr. Jones. He’s a tall and well built man, with broad shoulders and a clean shaved face. I heard that he trained in the army when he was a younger and he has the muscle for it.

The class huddles together infront of him as we start stretching. You get as close to the front as you can, where Mr. Jones is standing. He always watches us closely as we stretch, giving critique and pointers. I’ve been thinking it’s probably time to give him a better view.

I turn to Megan and Jess behind me so we’re standing in a circle stretching together. We slowly bend forward to touch our toes, our asses pointed firmly in the air. I know mine is pointed straight for Mr. Jones.

Once everyone has warmed up we start running laps on the gymnasium. It’s hot inside and I use that as an excuse to fan myself with my tshirt, lifting it as I run, and pulling the fabric firmly against my breasts as they bounce up and down.

I keep this up for the entire class, making eye contact with Mr. Jones whenever I do. By the end of class he is watching me very closely.

Mr. Jones blows his whistle. “Alright, time’s up. Good work class.” He says, and we all sigh in relief, ready to change out of our sweaty gear. As I turn towards the changing rooms my mind is racing. What can I do to push this further? He was definitely looking at me...

“Dawn.” He calls my name suddenly and I spin around.

“Yeah?” I reply, wide eyed.

“Come over here.” He says shortly. He’s on the other side of the gym to the changing room, but I do as I’m told. As I walk over to him the gym empties out and it’s just the two of us.

“This is your last week of gym.” He says firmly. It’s not a question.

“That’s right.”

“I hope you’re not using that as a chance to play games with me.”

“E-excuse me?” I stammer.

He steps closer and I can feel him breathing down on me. I’m tiny compared him, suddenly I feel scared. Was he mad that entire time?

“School’s finished for the day.” He says sternly, not answering my question. “Don’t you have somewhere you should be?”