"Perhaps we begin with Bri," Cierra grinned. "She's a stud athlete. I heard that she was struggling recently, though, so maybe you can help her out with that. You know, get her going with a little pick-me-up then join her later on for her practice. That sound good, little man?" Derek blankly looked at Cierra then was forcefully turned by the girl towards her friend. Bri, the blonde with streaks, blushed at the thought. She was a little bashful, but Cierra was more than ready to help her out. "It's all right, Bri. Trust me, he made a good piece of gum. If that's true, then he surely is flexible enough to help you out during soccer," she explained. Bri brightened up a bit. "Sure, yeah," she answered. The dirty blonde snagged Derek away from Cierra and grinned at him. "Hi, Mr. Bates, nice to meet you. Listen, I promise not to take things too far, but I can't help if they get a bit rough, okay?" Derek was going to answer but Bri wasted little time in tucking him into her shirt. With a padded bra giving her modest chest a little boost, Derek found himself tucked snugly in between her boobs. "It's a bit tight in here," he called to Bri. She shrugged and smiled. "I'm sorry, I know I don't have the biggest rack in class. That's what the push-up bra's for. Anyways, I'll see you again at the end of the day!"
"End of the day? Wait a minute!" Derek called. But Bri didn't listen to him. The girl tucked her shirt back closed and went back to conversing with her friends. Derek was left in the dark in this high school student's chest, the tight hug of her boobs preventing him from escaping. At the very least, he was able to move his upper body just a little bit to get more comfortable. "I can't last here all day, I need to get back to work," he thought. "Wait, my tracking device! That's it! The school will know I'm fine when they get the signal where I'm not supposed to be." To his dismay, Derek was far louder than he thought he was. He was so loud, in fact, that even Cierra heard him. This can likely be attributed to the fact that at just the moment Derek was thinking aloud, the entire class went silent as the teacher was about to put on a video. Bri opened her shirt and retrieved Derek from her chest.
"What's that about a, what did you say, tracking device?" Cierra raised an eyebrow. Derek looked at the girl and rolled his eyes. "None of your business, don't worry." He went to walk off of the desk as he was finally let out, but Cierra didn't let him. She slammed her hand down on Derek and pinned him to the desk. "Excuse me, please quiet down," the head teacher called out. "Yes, I'm sorry," replied Cierra. She immediately returned her attention to Derek. "Enough. You aren't going anywhere, unless it's with Bri. Let's get that little backpack of yours off, I'm sure that won't help. Or better yet, I'll just break it." Derek struggled as Cierra manhandled him. She flipped him upside down and flicked one of the switches, effectively malfunctioning the tracking signal. She had no idea what she just did, but Cierra was happy with herself. Derek didn't know what she had done either, but he wasn't pleased. "Are you kidding me?" he cried. The little man started making a ruckus, so Bri stuffed him back into her bra. "Stop!" Derek protested again. "I'm sorry, little guy," Bri empathetically apologized. This time, instead of allowing Derek to hang out at the surface of her chest, Bri slid him into her bra cup and buried him underneath her boob. "You're kidding me," Derek thought as his face smeared against the lightly colored orb. He sighed and relaxed. There was no way he was getting out of here without the help of Bri. And Derek knew that wouldn't be happening until the end of the day.
A few hours passed and Derek had not moved anywhere. He had made desperate attempts to at least stretch and allow himself not to atrophy, which worked, but that also alerted Bri. She considered him trying to escape and would squeeze her cup, smushing the little guy beneath her boob. Finally, at the end of the school day, the dirty blonde girl left the school and went out to the soccer field, where she met up with her team. With Derek still in her bra cup, Bri was feeling quite happy going into practice. She spoke with her coach for a few moments before heading into the locker room and getting ready to change. She took her shirt off and reached into her bra, pulling Derek out and setting him on the bench. The little man was so exhausted from being under Bri's boob that he didn't bother to escape. When the high school student had finished changing and was ready to put her cleats on, she picked Derek back up.
"Again, I'm really sorry," Bri frowned. "I hope this goes well for the both of us." She then set Derek into her shoe and raised her socked foot. "Oh great, this is going to just be-"
*SQUELCH*
Derek was cut off as Bri slid her foot onto him. She wriggled it all the way in, rubbing Derek against it as she did so, before tying the cleat and walking out of the locker room. It was go time.
How does soccer practice go?
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