Jump rope for the girls

You try to tell yourself it's only going to be twenty minutes. Not that long, in the scheme of things. But time has slowed to a crawl. Every hesitant hop feels like it lasts an hour or more.

You start slow. You're too distracted to concentrate, tripping over the rope once or twice before you can get into a rhythm. The girls are taking up ropes as well, though Coach Preda doesn't seem to worried about making sure they use them. Mostly they just seem content to stand around in groups of two and three, whispering to each other and giggling as they watch you bounce up and down.

You try to pretend you're at home. You try to pretend you're on a desert island. You try to pretend you're anywhere but your high school gym class, jumping rope stark naked in front of every cute girl you know.

"Speed up!" barks the coach. "I want to see you break a sweat!"

Grace has her arm around Tammy, whispering jokes to her, devilish smiles on their faces as their eyes follow every motion of your cock. Only yesterday they were hanging out at your house, eating chips and watching Star Trek on your couch. Now they're seeing you naked. And they're loving every second. It's like your nudity is a special present from the universe, intended just for their amusement. They're never, ever going to let you forget it.

Chloe is pointing to your cock, saying something to Ashley about how big it is. You've had a crush on her for as long as you can remember. You always thought she was gorgeous, and dreamed about ways of impressing her. You're not impressing her now. You're standing in front of her naked and erect, exposed as a pathetic pervert, the laughing-stock of the whole school. Her blue eyes widen as Ashley says something back, making sure your crush will think of you as a dirty little boy forever and ever.

"Hey," shouts Shannon, her jump-rope lying forgotten at her feet. "Go faster, John! Didn't you hear the coach!"

"Yeah!"

"Hurry up!"

"Nice cock, loser!"

"We want to see you bounce!"

You glance at the clock on the gym wall, and realise to your absolute terror that less than a minute has passed. Your heart pounds as you jump faster, sweat beginning to roll down your skin, as the girls shout encouragement. Still another hour of class to go!