Interschool Day, Part Three

Next time I saw that blonde-haired girl from off the bus was at the stadium, and she'd changed into her gym kit. That was when I guessed I'd be playing her later, since she looked around my age. Gazing at her pleated short gym skirt I didn't even know if she had pants on.

At the time I was squirming outside the boys' bathroom, which was occupied and I felt like I'd been waiting for ages. That was when my opponent-to-be appeared, blonde and pretty in sports socks and a tee, so I gave her an embarrassed grin as she went into the girls'.

She took just as long as they always do, but even so I was still there when she came out. It was infuriating. While I'd had my eyes fixed longingly on the door of the girls', envy over her ease had made my waiting worse. It always maddened me at school that girls were allowed to swish off and wee any time they liked, while we had to ask permission and wait. By now I was ready to hop from foot to foot, and was even pinching my tip like a little boy. This I stopped right away when my opponent-to-be came out, but not before she saw! I turned really red.

"I'm desperate," I confessed to her throatily, as a kind of explanation. She just smirked, making me furious, and breezed away.

After that, I was determined to get my own back on her as well as Anna! The latter was cheering as the former and I made ready to start our game at last. First round she just grabbed the ball, ran with it and scored - that was that.

I blushed furiously. Some of the cheeky-looking boys from her school who were watching whistled her and giggled. Next round I jumped hard for the ball, showing my panties, but the same thing happened.

She began to tease me, predictably, not that that made it any less of a pain. She'd let me get close but not let me quite reach the ball. It was infuriating, I couldn't believe a girl could tantalize me like this! Right in front of my glaring eyes she walked along the court bouncing the ball, smellily, daring me.  And time after time I did dare, even though I should have known I didn't have a chance. Boys just couldn't stand by and let a girl get away with behaving like that.

But every time, she did. She teased effortlessly, moving the ball out of my reach when I tried, then moving it back so I could try again.

Losing to a girl was one thing. But being teased...! No wonder it wasn't long before she'd made me as hot and bothered as I'd ever been.

Then all of a sudden - clunk! With a casual swing of her hand she hurt me right in the middle of my PE petticoat. Pain flooded through me and I gasped and doubled over, as she swept up the ball and scored two more points for the girls.

Furious I complained at once, but the judgement was there'd been no violation. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed Anna, among the other cheerleaders from our school. She had one hand over her mouth as if she was quietly snickering.

"It must annoy you boys, having those," remarked my opponent, innocently, as we began again.

Determined to the last, I tried even though it was hopeless. The way she was teasing me by letting me get close meant I was near her all the way to the basket, and when she jumped to shoot this left me standing directly underneath her. Which was when I saw up her netball skirt and found out she really wasn't wearing pants...

Splash! Suddenly I stood stunned, wet and smelling about the face. That pretty much said everything about how this game had gone!

After losing, though I was very ashamed and all blushes, I tried to talk to the cheer-vision that was Anna. For some reason, all I could think of was how embarrassingly short my PE petticoat was in back. Nor was I the only one who'd noticed this, for no sooner had I broached Anna's tantalizing cheesy-crackers smell than...snap! One of the little girls from our rival school danced by and gave my stretchy underpants a mischievous tug, one which really stung my bare bumcheeks beneath.

My blushes hit a whole new shade and in an excruciating flurry I struggled to untuck, agonized that Anna should have seen it happen. She gave her pom-poms a dismissive shake.

"Girls will always beat you if you let them get away with that," remarked the cheer, then turned her red head and looked dismissively away.

THE END