“She did?” Ms. Tittle looked through the sheets on her clip board. “Oh, right. I hadn’t read the slip. Alright, John, Kathy, pair up.” Kathy pumped a fist in the air and smiled at me. Ms. Tittle then began to walk away, before suddenly taking a double take at Kathy’s outfit.
“Kathy! What happened to your normal gym outfit? This one is somewhat… revealing,” she added with a chuckle.
Looking down at her own erect nipples poking through the porous fabric, she explained, “It was in the wash, so I just grabbed my normal work-out outfit. Sorry.”
“It’s fine, just… next time get your wash done before class,” she said with a smile, to which Kathy nodded in agreement vigorously. Ms. Tittle returned to the center of the gym, “Class!” She shouted, “Raise your hand when I call your name. Not you, John. Save that hand for masturbation. Doctor’s orders… in fact…” She trailed off, and blew into her whistle. “Class! Please remind Mr. Doe to continue stroking his penis throughout the length of the class. If you see him stop, let me know.”
My cheeks turned red under her pointing finger, and Kathy elbowed me, prompting me to continue wanking off. I complied as Ms. Tittle began reading from the list of names. Most I didn’t recognize, or knew of only in passing.
Kathy leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’m really glad we’re partners. This is gonna make gym much more fun. Tammy was a bitch.”
“Alright, class. Now let’s give you your assignment for the day…”
Kathy snapped back to attention at the sound of Ms. Tittle’s voice.
