You leave with Gemma.

You follow Gemma over to the locker where her she was changing before you were thrown into the girls locker room. She roots through her backpack and pulls out her field hockey kit and a fresh towel. You see a short pleated navy blue skirt and a white polo style shirt. Knee length white socks and a pair of trainers a couple of sizes too big complete the outfit.

"Here you go Doe." Gemma says, handing you the shirt, towel and footwear.

With your hands full of the other kit you are surprised when your new apparent friend holds the sports skirt up to your body as if to judge how it will look on you. As she does so her hands touch your hips, and you're shocked to feel a stirring of sexual urge at the contact. Gemma seems oblivious to the hot flush that comes over you and smiles broadly as she admires the look of the skirt against your body.

"This will look better on you than me anyway. You really have the ass to pull off a short skirt." Gemma comments, grinning and slaps your asscheek. "Get dried off and changed and I'll give you a lift to my dorm."

You take a moment to respond and begin. Gemma's action has you confused and more than a little aroused. You wonder if there was some deliberate meaning or whether girls are less hung up about touching one another than you're used to as a guy. You notice that some of the other girls are smirking at you now rather than scowling and there's a few whispers among them that you're unable to catch the meaning of.

As Gemma warned you earlier, there's no underwear for you and the polo shirt is a struggle to pull down over your big titties. The material is strained tight over your impressive chest with your nipples erect from the water and subsequent towelling and clearly standing out proudly. The little navy skirt barely reaches to mid thigh and with nothing beneath you realise that bending over or turning too quickly will make the light material ride up.

By the time you've dried your long blonde hair Gemma is ready to go. She's dressed in black leather jeans, black T-shirt and a motorcycle jacket and boots. With her hair so short, once she's dressed it's only close up that you'd be able to tell she was a girl.

"Sweet!" Gemma exclaims, looking you up and down in her hockey outfit. "Come on Doe, you stick close by me in case those jerks are still hanging around. Fraid you're going to be a bit chilly like that on my pillion, but hey it's only a short spin."

Gemma takes you arm in arm and hustles you to the centre of the gaggle of college girls trooping out of the locker room. Surrounded by this posse of young women you exit the indoor pool onto the campus. Chet and his two sidekicks are indeed still loitering outside. Though they glance in your direction and even give you a dirty leer as they nudge one another and make some inaudible comments, it's obvious that they don't recognise you. Gemma steers you over to where a big dirtbike is parked, waving to the other departing girls. You hear more giggles and whispers that are clearly directed at you as they walk away.

"Up you get Doe." Gemma prompts, patting the pillion seat behind her once she's sitting astride her motorcycle. "Wrap your arms round my waist, this baby's got sharp acceleration."

You do as you're told, cocking your leg awkwardly over the quite high seat. You hear whistles and catcalls from Chet and his little gang who apparently appreciate the flash of thigh and butt that they get. To get your arms round Gemma's waist you have to press tight against her back, your massive breasts flattening against her leather jacket. She flashes you a grin over her shoulder and kicks her machine into life.

It's only a couple of minutes ride to the girls dorms, but as you were told the dirtbike has sharp acceleration. Gemma rides fast and takes the corners at speed, leaning into the bends and giving you an exhilerating buzz of fear as you can't help but imagine the mess that you'd be in if she lost control and you slid across the tarmac in the tiny skirt. Your heart is pumping when Gemma pulls up with a skid outside a dorm block.

"Here we are." She laughs. "Home sweet home. Come on up, I can sort you out some better clothes."

Your legs are a little wobbly as you get off the bike and you stumble. Gemma catches you around the waist and steadies you. You find your faces almost touching as she pulls you upright. Her brown eyes linger a moment gazing at your baby blues and for a moment you believe she is going to lean forward those extra couple of inces and kiss you. You heart's already racing from the bike ride, but the proximity of Gemma's lips seems to speed it even more. You're quite certain now that Gemma's friendship and aid has more of a motive than sisterly concern.

The tension eases slightly and Gemma allows you to stand unaided. She looks quite flushed and a little nervous herself.

"Coming up to mine?" She asks.