Jenny is More Tiresome Still

"Why aren't you ready yet?" Jenny demanded, plonking her straw boater on her head.

Wanting very much to grumble I struggled into some clean white underpants, tugging them up as fast as I could. I couldn't stand the way Jenny always smirked when she watched this! Yes, they were no different from the ones she wore, but it wasn't like I could help that! Throwing off my tee I grabbed quickly for a short-sleeved shirt, hoping against hope this morning she'd say nothing, but -

"Vest!" Jenny sang.

This time I couldn't stop myself heaving a sigh and flicking my eyes at the ceiling in annoyance, so of course next second I squirmed at giving her the satisfaction. Reluctantly I tugged the vest on.

"You think it's fun for me, how smellish you get when it's hot?" Jenny inquired mildly, crinkling her pretty nose.

Maybe she should try relaxing this dress-code then! Not that I'd ever have dared to say that to her out loud. When I made to the dreaded sweater though I just couldn't help it, and began to plead: "Jenny, like you said, it's really hot today...!"

"And you know you're not allowed to ask," she put in very sweetly, and that was that. Fuming, and knowing how much she was loving this, I tugged the sweater on and was furious at Jenny. It wasn't fair though, I thought to myself as I donned my remaining hot bothersome things, that she was allowed to wear whatever she liked in this weather.

Sure enough, she showed off about it too. "Bet you wish you could be dressed like me right now!" she sang, twirling so her light summer gauze rode up airily on her marble-white thighs.

I sweltered in my socks. Speaking of which: "Those aren't pulled up right," Jenny added.

So rolling my eyes in infuriation I had to stand, and heave the horrid things all the way up to their itchy maddening highest.

Fully clothed, and already hot and bothered, I walked with Jenny holding hands to the bus stop.

"You've been around me after gym," she then said, with that disarming sudden honesty of hers. "It's not just boys who smelly-up in this heat. My knickers get stuffier than you'd think."

I wanted to be kind to her, for some reason, so I murmured something flattering about how I doubted that.

"I'll prove it to you tonight," she added confidentially, still prim, but about as naughty as Jenny ever was.

I found out a little earlier than that though! We had PE and I might have known it'd put Jenny in her usual sort of mood. As I faced her on the court, all she said was: "Frightened yet?"

I gave her a look, stung. Jenny always got like this at one-on-one. Just because she was good at it and I wasn't.

We moved together to start the game, my nostrils as fitful as ever. Smelly-socks hints amid rubber sneaker-soles and girls' polyester gym-wear always made me anxious, because that mixture of smells always meant the feeling of being teased wasn't far away. Lazily Jenny snapped her sports-bra strap into place over her shoulder, giving me a tingle that only added to my fright.

"This'll get you ready for later," she told me.

I saw what she meant the first time I tried to tackle her, or rather I smelled what she meant! Her neat grey skirt-pleats flared in my face just like they'd done in a hundred games against her which all went about as well as this, but it made a big difference that the white cotton slipping a little up that broad butt had been worn all morning rather than put on clean for the game. In fact, she was like something out of my wildest dreams. It just went to show that even a day that had started like this one could turn out alright by the end!

"So now you know boys aren't the only ones who smell when it's hot," Jenny remarked after the game, as we walked back to the changing rooms and then on to home, holding hands again.