Senior Streak part 1
*Authors note: all persons depicted/described/mentioned or unmentioned in this story are 18 years or older*
Jeff was an ordinary high school senior, but was immensely socially awkward and had never had a girlfriend despite being a jock-type. He was athletic with the faint outlines of abs with wide shoulders down to a narrow waist. His light brown hair and high cheek bones meant he was far from unattractive; however, he simply didn't have the confidence to approach the opposite sex. Even if he knew a girl liked him or thought he was hot he wouldn't know what to do about it, and so his seemingly perpetual virginity seemed to loom over him.
He woke up feeling quite refreshed with a nice tent under his covers outlining his generously sized 7-inch erection. The feeling of the fabric rubbing against his head felt nice and he wanted to enjoy his body for a bit. Just before getting started he looked at his clock and his heart sank.
7:15! I need to be to school in 15 minutes!
Jeff panicked. He hurriedly grabbed his clothes and threw them on haphazardly, ignoring whether anything matched or fit and grabbing anything that would cover him. In the end he wore mismatched socks, his normal tennis shoes, some old shorts which were too small, and a mismatched oversized t-shirt which went down to his knees covering his shorts entirely. He elected to skip underwear as he couldn't find a clean pair fast enough.
Once dressed he grabbed his backpack and sprinted out the door. Luckily, he was still in shape from the recently ended football season and could run briskly for extended periods of time. He ran as fast as he could to get to school getting there around 5 minutes late.
Shit! I'm already late! I need to sneak on to campus without security seeing me!
Despite his stature he was actually quite adept at sneaking around for whatever reason and found it simple to walk through school unnoticed. By the time he got to his first hour the period was half over and so he snuck in quietly and sat behind a blond girl. She turned as she heard him sit down and shot him a cute smile as though to say "We both know you just snuck in late, but I won't say anything if you don't" much to his relief.
The girl who shot him the cute smile was the captain of the volleyball team and Jeff's personal crush Stacy. He had known her since grade school, but had never given her much thought until he saw her play volleyball. She was athletic, strong, ferocious, and determined. All qualities he found incredibly hot. He would have been lying if he didn't admit her toned legs and ass didn't also get his attention.
Before he knew it, the bell was ringing and class was over. He was just about ready to go his next class when Stacy stopped him "Hey Jeff!" She said with her trademark enthusiasm.
Taken aback as he and Stacy had never really talked before he replied slightly embarrassed "Hi Stacy."
Without skipping a beat, she continued the conversation with a question. "Why were you so late today and why did you wear such a ridiculous outfit!?" she asked with a bubbly tone trying to apparently hide a smirk.
Embarrassed, Jeff replied, "My alarm didn't go off on time and I had to rush out of the house."
"Ahh! That makes sense! You know it happens to everyone don't worry! You should go by the lost and found maybe they'll have something better for you to wear!" She smiled adorably at him. "Well hopefully you'll be wearing something nicer later today if I see you again!" She winked at him and bit her lip igniting his hormones. He stood there with a dumb look on his face not knowing how to process the apparent flirting directed at him. "Well I should get going to class! See you later!" She added enthusiastically and with that she was gone.
Jeff took a second to question why she even bothered talking to him.
I mean yeah, she noticed me sneak into class, but she could have left it at that why did she even care what was going on? And what on Earth did she mean by that last comment!?
The question nagged at him in the next class and throughout the day. He had always fantasized about being noticed by her throughout high school and of course she does on a day he looks like a total dweeb. The simple, seemingly innocuous, conversation distracted him for every class he took that day until finally it was time for his last class of the day, P.E.
He always enjoyed P.E. as it was an easy class where he could take out his frustration for the day, and he was frustrated for sure today. Jeff got to the locker room and remembered that he wasn't wearing underwear. Jeff, being the shy person he was, didn't want to get naked in front of his classmates even in a locker room setting and so he took his gym clothes and changed in a bathroom stall. He was so distracted by the little conversation he had with Stacy he forgot to grab his clothes from the stall and left them while he went to class. P.E. went normal and for the first time that day Jeff felt at ease. He spent class pushing himself physically which did a great job to distract him from his interaction with Stacy earlier that day.
Toward the end of class as everyone was doing laps in the gym. As the boys ran laps the doors from the girl's locker room opened and out came the entire volleyball team dressed in their gear ready to practice. At the lead was Stacy talking to her coach, a tall woman named Ms. Braun. Her name and appearance matched very well as she was clearly strong with toned arms. She wore a polo, a coach's whistle, a pair of jeans which were filled to the brim with her ample ass, and her long brown hair tied tight in a bun behind her. Stacy was dressed in her Captain's uniform a white shirt as opposed to the rest of the teams black, knee pads, her hair in a bun like her coach's, and a pair of stretched nylon shorts working with all their might to keep her toned thick ass contained.
Jeff had to fight with all his might not to stare at her ass or else he would've got a boner right there. Ms. Braun walked up to his coach and had a brief conversation. Jeff's coach whistled after the conversation with Ms. Braun and said that class was ending early so the volleyball team could start practice. Most of the boys, including Jeff, were relieved although most of them were relieved to get out of exercise, Jeff was relieved to get some distance between him and Stacy.
The volleyball team was setting up the net as Jeff was leaving only to see Stacy talking to Ms. Braun. He was walking towards them with his body facing their sides. Stacy's ass stuck out far behind her, almost as far as Ms. Braun's did. Jeff felt chills running up his spine as he stared at her perfect figure. He knew he had to walk that way to get to the locker room but dreaded getting closer as he knew he couldn't resist staring as he approached.
He was in a daze as the beautiful girl stood there casually with her bodacious booty barely remaining covered by the overworked nylon fabric stretched to its limits. With each step his heart beat louder and more violently, if he weren't already sweaty from exercise he would surely have been drenched by nerves. He was just about to pass them and turn the corner when Stacy broke eye contact with Ms. Braun to look at him. She shot him a devious smile and a wink. He nearly froze but was able to will himself to keep moving. He was no longer looking at her but could see her looking at him through his peripherals, she never stopped looking at him. Even as he passed he could feel the heat from her gaze on him.
When the locker room doors finally closed behind him he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He collapsed on the floor against the door.
Why did she smile at me that way!? I don't fucking get it!
