Girls volleyball team.

Basically, our gym is divided up into three basketball courts side by side so that there is plenty of room for activities. As we entered the gym, I could see immediately that the art class was not the only activity going on at this time.

"Oh, no." I swallowed as I took in the sight of the girls volleyball team practicing on one of the basketball courts. We would have to pass by them in order to reach the art class on the other end of the gym.

I blushed as I lowered my head, keeping my hands firmly on my package. I tried to creep by them in the vain hope of not being noticed. Bridget was even kind enough to walk between me and them as an impromptu shield but she was such a skinny thing compared to me and no matter how you look at it, it was utterly impossible not to notice the tall, muscular, handsome, naked man enter the gym with a pretty blond. This was guaranteed when a volleyball went sailing past our faces; stopping us in our tracks. It bounced off the wall and rolled its way to our feet. All the eyes that were focused on their game were now turned to us.

"Oh my...whoa!"

"Dude, is that guy naked?"

"He's hot!"

"Now I see some different balls I want to play with."

"I wouldn't mind covering his rear! But not with pants."

"Is he here on a dare? Do you think he will take mine?"

"I hope so, cause I also got a few things I would dare him to do."

My blush intensified as I tried to do my best to huddle behind Bridget.

"Excuse me, mister hot stuff?" A girl with brown skin and dark hair tied back in a ponytail called out.

"Um, y-yes?" I placed my hands on Bridget's shoulders. I was now fully relying on her as my shield for modesty. Bridget remained stoic during these events.

"Could you bring us back our ball? Or I could come and get it if you're okay with that."