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Hot, and Bothered

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I sprained my ankle, so I got to sit out PE, but the coach said “Stay with the class, you might learn something.”

Yeah, but nothing useful. Maybe if we took football, I’d have something to talk with boys about, but that wasn’t a problem. Should’ve changed into my shorts, and tank top, though.

Even in the middle of the day, it was nearly 100°, but it felt like 150 with the humidity. So, I started sweating, and it ran down the middle of my chest. I’m 14, and a freshman, but I started puberty in 4th grade. So, I guess I’m proud to say that I’m up to 28 Cs, and the bra separated them, but it didn’t quite touch the middle of my chest, because it was actually a B.

So, the sweat was funneled down between them, and kept running down my tummy, to soak into my waistband. “Huh!” I fanned my dress to blow hot air up, and out the modest neck. Dress code dress, which means it has to have sleeves, hang below my knees sitting down, and have a high enough neck that boys can’t look down it bent over, but speaking of boys.

They climbed up the back of the bleachers, and I crossed my legs. Thinking that they’d get under there to look up my skirt, at my underwear, which was soaked with sweat. I was literally hot, and wet, but it was sweat, not horny in any way. Not yet, but once they climbed over the top, they sat down on either side of me.

“Why’d you do that?” I looked over the back bench, and it was maybe 6′ with triangles of X bracing to climb up.

“It’s fun, you skipping class?”

“I twisted my ankle, so I can’t run, let alone kick the ball.”

“Well, you could play Goalie, she doesn’t have to run, or kick the ball.” I looked back and forth, but these boys were older, so I didn’t know them. By name, but they kept looking at my chest, and talking to it. Then up at my face when I turned, following my eyes to catch them looking out of the corner of my eyes.

“Yeah, she even gets to use her hands.” I bit my lip, and shook my head. “I don’t really want to talk about sports, but it sure is hot out here.”

“Yeah, why don’t we go inside where it’s cooler?” I can’t believe that coach just let me go, let alone with boys who weren’t even in our class. Probably passed PE years ago, but on the way back to the locker rooms, they pointed out that it’s technically “Futbol” everywhere else, except here where it’s called Soccer.

“Huh!” I turned around in the hall, before they started comparing the metric system to American measurements, but they didn’t wait long after the door closed to get close, breathing down my neck, and feeling me up. Front, and back, one of them bounced my bra cup, and said something about getting their hands on my “Balls.”

“Uh!” Boys, even talking about sex, all they wanted to talk about was sports. “Speaking of balls,” I felt around the front of their pants, on both sides, and somebody started working his way down the buttons on the back of my dress. Of course they were hard, and neither one was wearing a cup, but then the door banged, and a girl ran up to the water fountain. With a water bottle to fill up, then slurp up water before heading back out to the soccer field.

“Huh!” I froze, and held my breath, but as soon as the door closed. The boys pulled my hands out from in front of me, and they had their zippers down, so they could help me fish it out of their flies, and push me over to the locker rooms.

With their dongs just hanging out, and swinging in the breeze, or at least the air conditioning. “I’ve never been in the boy’s room.” So, one of them held the door, while the other one followed me. Pulling my bra tight, and unhooking it to let the girls hang, and bounce together.

I didn’t even look around, it was a locker room. Just like the girl’s locker room, only reversed. Same beige paint on the lockers, and faded teal around the walls. White tiles in the showers, but instead of separate stalls with shower curtains, it was all one big one, with nozzles all around, and to the Right coming in the door, instead of the Left. Also, not as many toilet stalls, with no doors on them, and a few urinals next to that.

That description out of the way, I pulled my arms out of the sleeves, and the dress got caught on my hips. I didn’t just grow out on the top, but he didn’t unbutton it enough to get over my hips, so I turned back to pop another button.

“Holy crap, they look even bigger!” 2 guesses what he’s talking about, but when I looked back he had a boner. It bumped my tummy when I shimmied out of my dress, then rubbed up when he pulled me in to hug me. The other went down behind me, taking my panties with him, and let me step out of them carefully. Not to knee one of them in the balls, or catch the other with my heels, but then I got a boy sandwich.

The one behind me spreading his knees, and bending them low to hot-dog my buns, and hold onto my chesticles under my arms, while the other one got up on the bench between lockers to hump my knockers. “Uh, huh!” They grunted, and finished quick. A little too quick, but I was already hot, and sticky with sweat. When they let me go, it ran down to the middle, and the small of my back, while the boys pulled up their pants, and tucked in their shirts.

“You better get a shower.”

“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, but just bit back any snappy comeback. Speaking of which, it ran down my butt, and I felt back to my back door. I read this story online about gay guys, that just loved to fuck each other with their cum, and this was my first chance to try it. Believe it or not, I got plenty of looks, but for some reason they were too shy to talk to me before.

I guess because I was sitting alone, but I didn’t want to get 2 stranger’s sperm in where I might get pregnant, or think about my period, and count the days to when I might be fertile, but I like anal too. If only they had stuck around, and lasted long enough to double dick me, or even give me double anal.

“Uh!” I pulled my fingers out, and sputtered, in the water hitting my face, and blinked it away when the door echoed, and boys started coming in. The boy’s room, of course. “Oh God.” I tried to cover up with 2 hands, and looked around for a towel, afraid that I was about to get gangraped, and though that was a great fantasy, finding myself in that actual situation was quite frankly terrifying.

“What’s a girl doing in here?”

They picked up my dress, and underwear, but they didn’t even look at me? “Taking a shower, duh.” I pulled the towel up over my boobs, so they’d shut their mouths, and snap out of it. Fucking freshman boys, why I was ever even afraid of them for a second, when I know damned well they can’t even talk to me. Not even my chest, through a bra, and whatever else I have on that day.

So, they just turned bright red, and went off mumbling excuses until I got dressed, and left. Trying to hide their boners from each other, but remember what I said about the boy’s room? There’s no privacy, whatsoever. Even the toilet stalls don’t have doors on them, and there’s no mirrors over the sinks to check my hair in, but they were too afraid of each other seeing their little stiffies, and just turned away to wait for them to go soft again.

“Huh!” Finally, I got my clothes back on, and went back to the girl’s room, to grab my stuff out of my locker. Thank god nobody noticed my hair was still wet, and asked me about showering in the boy’s locker room, but I told my best friends about the threesome later. We got a good laugh, especially at the upper classmen not being able to hold it, and one of them pointed out.

“You’re lucky, they could have gotten you pregnant.”

“Not in the ass!” I laughed.

“Ew, anal?” She made a face, grossed.

“Yeah, don’t knock it till you try it.”

“You’re sick,” she just washed her hands, and left. Some friends, but the cool ones hung around, and told dirty jokes about boys not being able to hold it, and maybe going out to find a man. A real man, with some self control, and experience so he knows how to treat a lady. Yeah, a young lady, but they fake laughed, bitterly.

“Yeah, like we’re going to get any attention with Gerty Gazongas there.”

“Uh, well maybe he’s got friends, you can date.”

“Yeah right, with them all lined up to stuff them up your ass at once.”

“Guys, don’t be jealous.”

“We’re not, we’re just teasing, besides.” She leaned over, biting her lip, and looking back and forth. ‘i’m gay, anyway.’

“Uh!” I shook my head.

“Yeah, me too.” they hugged next to each other.

“Seriously?” I looked back and forth, “I had no idea, and you guys don’t even look at my boobs?”

“Yeah, well it’s not about boobs, for one thing.”

“Yeah, and for another, if you have to push them out of the way, it’s too much.”

“Yeah, and thirdly. We have each other, so go ahead, and slut it up looking for guys to fuck your butt after school, we have a date.”

“Uh! Guys? Guys, wait up!”

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