Chapter #3Gym Class! by: Zero   Late at morning, Jessica and her friends go to their next class, Physical Education. All the female students went inside the girl’s locker room to get changed into their appropriate attire. Gently banging her head against the metal locker, she sighs, “Oh no! I lost my key to open my locker; the teacher will kill me!” Instead of memorizing her locker combination, Jessica traditionally uses a lock that can only be opened by a key. Without it, she cannot access her gym clothes inside. There is a spare key at home, but class is about to begin in four minutes.
Next to her, a friend sends her worries away, “Don’t worry! I heard there is a sub today. They don’t care about what you wear.”
Relieved to hear the news, she hides her belongings into her friend’s locker for safety. Before she leaves the locker room, she glares at her reflection in the mirror. Is what she is wearing really going to be ignored? She wears a provocative pink tank top with straps that reveals most of her tummy and partially her breasts. She wears blue shorts that is only a few inches longer than her underwear. Her shorts is slightly pulled down to where one can see a margin of her pink underwear. Lastly, she wears a pair of white shoes.
Nothing can be done; she goes to class along with the other students. When everyone gathers in the middle of the gym, her friend is correct that there is a sub today. The sub is a very old lady that appears to be in her 80’s. It’s normal for retired teachers to become substitute teachers, but this woman seems like she could collapse at any moment now.
After taking the attendance, the lady, whose name turns out to be Agnes, instructs the class to start stretching, beginning with the hamstrings. Scattered in a circle, the students sit with their legs extended in front of them, toes pointed up, and arms reached towards the toes.
Meanwhile, Agnes, the temporary sub, keeps a close eye on Jessica. The blonde haired girl must have some nerve to come to gym class while dressed up like that. Regardless, Jessica is quite flexible; her head is practically inches away from her legs.
Throughout the rest of the class, the younglings, separated into teams, played volleyball. Few minutes before the bell rings, the students return to the locker room to get changed. Coincidently, Agnes halted the blonde girl, “Hold up, Jessica. I need to have a word with you.” The old lady gestures the girl to come closer.
Terrified, Jessica obediently walks up in sweat, “W-what is it?” Nothing ever good happens what a teacher gestures you to speak to you.
“Do you not have your gym clothes?” Agnes questions her.
“I do, but I lost the key to my locker,” She prays that it is a good enough excuse for her to be pardoned. 
“Rules are rules. Wearing such clothing to school in generally is inappropriate. You have two choices. Either I inform the vice-principle to call your parents, or you may redeem yourself right now with me.” The older woman exclaims maturely.
Absolutely no way would Jessica want her parents to find her in trouble at school. What sort of redemption does the woman mean? The choice seems obvious for any rational student, “I’ll redeem myself.”
“Go grab a mat over there,” The sub points towards the blue folded mat that leans against the wall. While the girl does so, Agnes walks towards the fountain to splash her hands in water.
Jessica unfolds the mat and drops it on the ground. When the sub returns, she tells the girl to lie on her back.
“Put your hands behind your head and do three sets of ten abdominal crunches,” Agnes orders.
Jessica held her head with her hands and tried to raise herself up. Her head managed to come up a little, but she couldn’t bring her entire upper body up. Coming back down, she repeats.
Drips of water drops from Agnes’ wet hands; the fluid lands upon Jessica’s smooth and tender tummy. “No, no! Your whole body needs to come up.”
“I… can’t,” Jessica tries her hardest to bring herself to do a crunch. Collapsing back down, she takes some breaths.
“Here, let me assist you,” Releasing her deep urge, Agnes’ hands   rubs on top of the girl’s tummy like squishing dough. Water is massage all over her entire tummy.
Meanwhile, when Jessica feels her tummy being touched in any sort of way, she exhales in an uncontrollable giggle, “AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her body twitches and squirms, rolling her body to the side, “S-Stop… hahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” 
Just as Jessica cannot control her laughter, Agnes cannot control her hands anymore. The urge is too strong; she must continue tickling the girl and hear those crying laughter. “Jessica, stop squirming around and get back to those abs crunches,” Agnes rolls the girl on her back again then she sits above the girl’s lower hips. The itching hands nuzzle on her exposed tummy.
The tickling forced the girl to lunge her upper body forward, completely her first crunch, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT!” Her hands desperately try to push the woman’s hands off her.
“We can’t stop. You still have nine more to go for complete the first set.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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