Strip

“I think as punishment you should strip to your underwear don’t you Martin?” Jen chides Carol.

Her chest fall As she glances around at the rest of the girls assembled.

“Well??”

“I can’t... ma’am.” She adds hastily.

“And why can’t you?” The level of annoyance rising in Jen’s voice.

“Because I’m not wearing underwear.”

There are laughs from the assembled upperclassmen.

“Well I guess that means you’ll be naked the Martin.” Jen says matter of factly. “Or would you like to head back to bed and be off the team?”

Carol glances around for some kind of help but but nones coming. “No ma’am.”

“Then I said strip!”

“Yes ma’am.”

Carol had no issues with her body at all. She had always been one of the more comfortable girls in the locker room. She’d even been skinny dipping with friends over the summer. She had no problem with showing off her body. But this was different.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of the old jersey and started toying with it bringing it up slowly revealing her athletic chest. It was well toned and had the traces of a 6 pack poking through.

“She’s taking to long!” Leslie’s voice came from the other end of the hall. That was all the motivation Carol needed. She wasn’t going to let her rival beat her. She wasn’t going to let her have even the slightest bit of an upper hand in seeing her embarrassed.

She quickly whipped the jersey off the rest of the way. Her c cup tits perky and holding in place. Then dropping the jersey to the floor next to her looped her thumbs through the waist band of her oversized pants and pushed them down past her toned ass to her ankles. She was really happy that just the other day she had taken the time in the shower to shave her pubic hair into a thin landing strip. Otherwise she’d have had a thicket if hair much like Cheri.

She **** her arms to her sides feeling the blood rush to her face. “Look at that her nipples are getting hard. I think she likes it.” Jen mocked. “Do you? Do you like stripping naked in front of everyone you little exhibitionist slut?”

“N-no Ma’am” Carol managed to stutter out.

“I don’t know. We’d better check shouldn’t we?” Leslie chimed in. “Tyler. You’ve felt up more than one girl before. Go over there and tell us how wet Martin is.”

Megan stepped out of line and crossed over to Carol. While it was true several of the girls on the team were bi or lesbian Megan had been very vocal and proud about her sexuality. Carol had always admired that about her though she never imagined she’d be finding it out first hand.

Megan has piercing blue eyes that locked with Carols brown ones as she slowly reached out her right hand to Carols exposed pussy. She slid her middle finger along the length of Carols slit and the using two fingers slowly teased her lips apart. She continued to probe gently with her middle finger till it came to rest on Carol’s clit. She rubbed it in circles a few times sending shivers up Carols spine. She then drew her hand away.

“Well?” Jen asked from over Megan’s shoulder as she made her way back to her spot in line.

“She’s wet but not overly. I’d say she’s excited but not all that turned on.” Came the sandy haired lesbians response.

“And what about you?” Jen asked now standing directly in front of her. “Are you turned on?”

“No ma’am.” Megan replied but it was pretty unconvincing.

“Oh really? I thought you liked girls?”

“I don’t fuck around with teammates.” Was Megan’s response. In fact it was a response she had given numerous times anytime she had been asked about her sexuality.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Megan jumps as Jen grabs her by her short hair and pulls her forward. With her other hand she sticks it straight down the front of her pants.

“Now I’m not an expert like you but I’d definitely say that your turned on.” Jen says removing her fingers from Megan’s pants. They are glistening with Megan’s juices. She shoves her back towards the wall.

“And that means you lied to me. And now I’ll have to punish you for that.”