Volleyball

You make your way to the gymnasium building, and duck your head down as you attempt to enter the locker room unnoticed. You try to keep your eyes down, but there are several men who seem to take great joy in wandering around naked. Even trying not to look, you can't help but notice that all of them are far...more impressive than you. You get dressed quickly in the least occupied corner of the room, before heading out into the giant gymnasium.

The cavernous space housed two basketball courts, both of which had a net hanging across the middle. The rest of the class is already milling about as you stand among them, trying not to stick out. It isn't long before the teacher walks into the room. She is a tall brunette who cuts a striking figure. You find yourself quite attracted to her delicate features and slight french accent.

"Ziss is volleyball. It should be easy for you. Deevide eento teams, and begin your matches."

You somehow found yourself on a team with mostly women, but you certainly weren't going to complain about the view. You even manage to hit a couple of cool looking shots as the class goes on. At one point toward the end you see the opportunity for the perfect spike. You just know this is going to impress everyone. You prepare yourself before leaping high into the air. As soon as you leave the ground you can tell something's wrong.

Your shorts do not fly with you. In fact you feel them being pulled down your legs and off your body completely. This leaves you only in your bright red briefs as you drop back down. You're quick to cover your unimpressive bulge, but that doesn't stop the laughter from ringing out in the gym. Soon enough both games have stopped, and the entire class is staring at you standing there in your embarrassing underwear. You spin around to see who pantsed you and it's possibly your worst fear. One of your attractive classmates, a tall, curvy redhead with a sadistic smile holds your shorts in her hand. You recognize her from freshman orientation. You believe her name was Rebecca.

"Missing something?" She says with a giggle, tossing it to another member of the team. The women toss your shorts back and forth, causing you to flail and try to grab them. They play their game of keep away until the teacher steps in and grabs your shorts mid flight.

"What is zee meaning of ziss?!"

You try to grab your shorts from her, but she seems more intent on lecturing the class than giving them back.

"Why do you leave ziss boy in just his red panteez and leetle bulge? Huh? He must be so humiliated!"

"Uh yeah, about that..." you make one more grab for the shorts as she realizes what she's doing and hands them back to you. At this point your face is as red as your underwear, and it doesn't go away when you slip your shorts back on. You spend the rest of the class smoldering, and glancing back at Rebecca who is happy to wiggle her pinky at you with a smile.