Katie

That evening when I went for practice a pretty fair-haired girl all in lemon-yellow was lazily playing on the court, and I stood awkwardly to stare. She wasn't practicing properly, just lightly flicking the ball. Watching from behind I glimpsed matching lemon-yellow under the hem of her skirt, and my heart fluttered.

I felt restless. Shyly, pensively, I unhooked not only my skirt but the panties beneath, and slid everything down so I was bare like a girl. Suddenly I heard a whistle from behind me!

Blushing I tugged everything back up at once and whipped around. Oh no, I should have smelled who it was without having to look! For it was Katie, and she looked really amused.

"Well, you girls are always doing it when it's hot like this!" I burst out before she even had the chance to speak, because I was really embarrassed.

"Aw, too hot? Just like a boy!" Katie teased me.

I blushed a little more. The girl on the court shot her ball, pleated skirt flipping so Katie and I both saw her light yellow knickers beneath.

"You couldn't play without panties anyway, your bouncy boy-bits would just drive you crazy," taunted Katie. "Or you'd get excited and it'd show - and you'd trip over it!" she finished giggling.

Katie was always laughing at boys about that! I felt indignant, but also embarrassed because what she said was coming true as she spoke, just from being this near to her.

"Er, if boys have so much trouble playing this game then, how come we're better at it than you girls?" I demanded.

"If you played me you'd lose to a girl," was Katie's reply, or rather her dare.

So it was that presently, blushing with embarrassment to be playing a girl, I faced Katie on the court. She just stood smellily in her sneakers and white sports socks, as if she didn't care.

I was fitful and showed it. I heaved a sigh, lifted my skirts so high my underpants showed, then pettishly threw everything bouncing back into place as if it was my petticoat's fault I was anxious!

"What's up, scared of losing to a girl?" sang Katie, obviously delighted by my frets.

"I'm not scared of playing a smellster like you!" I burst out, indignant. "Don't even think it!"

In reply Katie started to bounce the ball, and whirled round to put her back to me. Her skirt flared and I saw the white cotton schoolgirl knickers she'd carelessly thrown on. My heart caught in my throat at that sight. What would those smell like? Especially the bit she'd shown me! I was almost dizzy at the thought, and felt that familiar stirring in my pants again.

Not now, I thought to myself impatiently, as I took to my toes! I couldn't let that stupid thing get in the way when I was playing!  It wasn't like my opponent was going to have that trouble! And no matter how frightened I was, I just couldn't let Katie win after she'd teased me. That would have been too much!

I scampered into smelling-distance and tried hard to get the ball off her. It made me shy to be so near her bouncy body though, so that was a big disadvantage. And she really smelled great, I was going weak to be this close! It was too much of what I could usually only dream of.

She sprinted off, snatching her dreamy smell away, then switched from a sprint to a skip and finally a walk. Excited to think I might have a chance, I hastened after her, so fast my bits were really bobbing.

Seconds later I plunged into that cheesy scent again, but only for a second! For Katie whipped away again as soon as I came close, and though I accelerated to try and keep pace, she was much faster than me and got away easily.

It was tantalizing to get so near! Katie was really maddening me. No boy liked being teased like that, especially by a girl! This particular one could be far too much of a tease sometimes.

Off at a distance from me across court, she scratched her bum. That was just like her too!

Somehow it seemed to take away the last of my confidence. Unable to face running at her again I raised my skirts in both hands, gathering them really high, and sighed. Holding them there like that, underwear showing and bare thighs visibly a-quiver, I walked with my head hanging low to the border of the court. I really felt defeated.

There I threw myself down onto my bum, and pouting put my sneakered feet together, which showed my pants too. I didn't even care, because I had other things to turn red about right now!