ABCS
Copyright© 2024 by Jersey Judge
Chapter 34: Uniform Day
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 34: Uniform Day - A story of four friends on the tennis team who refer to themselves as the “ABCS” who discover their love of voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, and discovery.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft mt/mt Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Brother Sister Spanking Group Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
The others texted Becky in the group chat reacting to her decision to wear the cheekie panties under her tennis skirt. She assured them that they were under no obligation to do it as well. Sam, of all people, impressed on Becky to bring her regular spandex shorts and keep them with her in the event she had to quickly cover up and wouldn’t be “caught with her pants down” so to speak.
Sam’s suggestion gave the others the courage to say they would wear the cheekies although some said they would travel to school in the spandex and decide whether to remove them before first period. The plan in place, they all signed off for the night.
Becky was more nervous than she thought she would be in the morning with two thirds to three quarters of her ass exposed under her tennis skirt. She thought briefly about wearing the spandex on the way in and then she remembered their mom was giving them a ride to school because Tommy had a project to bring in. Their mom commented on her wearing her tennis uniform and Becky explained that all the girls’ teams would be in uniform today. She accepted this without comment.
Normally, Tommy and Becky fought to see who would sit in front. Becky told her brother to put the project in front and sit in back with her. Tommy shrugged and agreed.
Becky made sure she was sitting behind the driver and when they were buckled in, Becky texted her brother.
Becky: Notice anything about my uniform?
Tommy: Other than its normal sexiness?
Becky giggled: Yes you dope. Take a good look.
Tommy took advantage of her command and started at her feet and slowly worked his way up her body. While he loved looking, he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
Tommy: Nope. Sexy as always.
Becky pulled the side of her skirt up her thigh. Tommy couldn’t help but notice.
Becky: Keep watching.
Tommy: You don’t have to tell me twice!
Becky giggled and kept sliding the skirt higher and higher up the side of her thigh. As the hem got higher, Tommy’s eyes got wider. Finally, with her thigh exposed, including most of her flank, the bottom of the cheekies came into view.
Tommy: Shit. For a second there, I wondered if you had gone commando!!!
Becky giggled again.
Tommy: What’s up?
Becky: You’ll see. Just be sure to go to the cafeteria through the doorway where the tennis team is lined up.
They pulled up to the school and Becky spotted Jessie, the captain of the girls’ soccer team. She ran over and they did the half-hug and air kiss of the first greeting and then Jessie got down to business.
“Here’s what I and the rest of the soccer team have planned. There are three entrances to the cafeteria. We split up and line the hallway to the door with girls on both sides, holding up our phones to make like we are comparing the guys’ asses to the image on the phone.” Jessie said.
“Do we keep the team members together or spread out?” Becky interrupted.
“We believe each team stays together but at least two teams are represented at each door.” Jessie responded.
“That’s not the best part.” Jessie showed Becky her phone. On it was a fully clothed picture of Chris Briney from behind with him looking over his shoulder.
Becky gasped. “That’s the guy from the movie ‘The Summer I Turned Pretty’, right?”
Jessie nodded.
Becky’s mouth and eyes went wide. “I get it! We can’t get in trouble having the guy’s naked ass displayed on our phones if we don’t have it on our phones!”
Jessie giggled. “We went around and around on how we might be the ones who got in trouble if we did it with the actual picture. Now they can’t get us on that.”
“Although...” Becky started, wondering how far she could/should go, “gazing at Briney’s naked ass would be fun...”
Jessie gasped and then recovered. “I like your style!”
Becky curtsied eliciting another giggle.
Jessie told Becky she would contact the other team captains and get them lined up. All Becky had to do was make sure the gym-side entrance was covered by whatever tennis team members had that particular lunch. They fist bumped and headed to their first period classes.
Becky was preoccupied with texting the team and giving the instructions. She completely forgot that most of her ass was uncovered under her tennis skirt. She plopped down in her seat and her skirt had billowed out in the back just enough for it not to be under her when she landed. She inhaled rapidly as the cold seat made contact with her bare skin. She almost laughed out loud when her brain caught up with her ass. She glanced around but no one had noticed. They were all preoccupied with their own circumstance. She did her best to surreptitiously hold her phone out to the side and get a picture of how much of her flank might be exposed. She raised her butt off the seat and tucked her skirt underneath her.
It wasn’t a great picture but it showed that the skirt still did a pretty good job of draping down and covering her flank. A bit more of her upper thigh could be seen but not enough to show how much was exposed under the skirt.
Becky glanced around to see who could see her legs from the side. The two people on each side of her were too close to get a good look at the sides of her legs. She glanced over her right shoulder. The person sitting there might have a look at Becky’s thigh that would have him wondering if she had anything on under her tennis skirt. The guy sitting there was doodling in his notebook and not really looking around. An idea formed and she put it in motion. She rolled her pencil off her desk on the opposite side from the guy behind her. When the pencil hit, she leaned over, raising her hip and causing her skirt to rise up. She let it stay behind her as she sat back normally. Her bare upper thigh was on the seat again. She snuck a glance over her shoulder and saw him staring at her thigh. He was blushing.
Becky got a rush from knowing he saw something and it had his attention. She decided to push it farther and lightly scratched the outside of her leg, dragging her hand up her thigh and raising her skirt with it. When she was sure all that could be exposed was exposed, she looked directly back it him. He appeared to be trying not to blink. When he noticed she was looking at him, he turned even brighter red and looked down at his notebook.
She kept her eyes on him; she was sure he would look again. When he did, she looked at him and then down at her thigh and back up at him. She drew her hand to her mouth in an “oh my” gesture and mouthed “sorry.” She lifted her butt off the seat and then smoothed her skirt under her. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at her own notes. Her heart was racing. She had really gotten him going and she was so excited!
The bell rang and they all headed out into the hall. The guy who got the “show” scampered out before Becky. She ran into Amy as they had the next class together. As they headed to the stairs, Becky pushed Amy to the side of the hallway.
“What the fuck?” Amy blurted.
Becky was giggling. “Get farther behind me and see how much you can see under my skirt as I go up the stairs.”
Amy’s eyebrows shot up. She hadn’t removed her spandex yet. Amy nodded and they headed to the end of the hallway and the stairs. There was a landing so Amy waited as long as she could looking up at Becky’s legs. Amy could see the swell of Becky’s ass where it curved into the back of her thigh. With the swirl of the tennis skirt, it was only visible for a moment and Amy thought if you didn’t know what she was (not) wearing, the onlooker my doubt themselves as to what they were seeing.
Amy rushed up the stairs and told Becky her thoughts. Becky then told Amy about what had happened in class with the show Becky put on. Amy squealed and then covered her mouth as it attracted attention from others in the hall. They sat in the back of this class, so Becky was not going to have many opportunities to tease anyone. Becky gasped when she saw that Amy had slowly worked her spandex shorts down so that they were just above her knees. Amy stifled a giggle, winked at Becky, and let the shorts fall around her ankles. She nonchalantly picked them up and put them in her backpack. Now there were at least two of the tennis players who only had cheekies under her tennis skirt.
Both Amy and Becky pulled the “scratch high on her thigh” stunt in their third period classes. They got the reactions they were going for and had the opportunity to flash the “Who me?” innocent look when caught. They met up with Callie, Maddie, and Heather at the gym-side door to the cafeteria with members of the girls’ basketball team. They huddled and then lined both sides of the doorway and held up their phones. As a boy passed, they held up their phone and remarked as the boy passed them, “Nope, not his ass.” and then they would swing their phones and gazes back to the next person entering.
It resulted in confused looks from the guys as they glanced back. Eventually, a girl stopped as she realized what was going on and yelled out “We have to check every last one!” and she took up a position behind the girls’ team members. She shrieked with laughter when she saw that they weren’t using the actual ass picture.
More and more girls joined the lines creating a gauntlet heading into the caf. Word began to spread and the guys finally figured out what was going on. Some of them held their backpacks low on their backs to hide their asses from view. Others stuck their butts out to provide easy inspection.
One of the teachers on cafeteria duty noticed there were no girls at the lunch tables and went into the hall to see what was going on. When she got outside, she quickly grasped what the girls were doing and had to stifle a laugh.
Of course, guys being immature, a group of three took it too far and—unlucky for them—dropped their pants showing their bare asses to the girls yelling “Check it out!” right in front of the teacher who had just come into the hallway. She blew her whistle and there was silence in the hall as the three sheepishly pulled up their pants. She ordered them to the office and got on her walkie to inform the office that the three were on their way.
“All right, ladies.” She called out. “Point made. Get into the cafeteria.”
The captain of the basketball team protested with a whine. “We haven’t checked them all!!!”
The teacher grinned and shook her head. “That’s enough, Brenda. Get your teammates inside.”
The buzz in the cafeteria was deafening. Occasionally, a guy would jump up on a table and wiggle his ass at the crowd. The girls got in the spirit and would yell out. “NOT YOU!!!” and he would climb down.
Becky found Jessie and the two of them found a table in the corner and sat down. Becky asked Jessie, “Is it everything you hoped for?” Jessie shook her head with a smile. “Nothing like I imagined.”
“Disappointed?” Becky asked with concern in her voice.
“Oh hell no.” Jessie responded. “This might be even better.”
Becky broke into an evil grin. “Can I show you something?”
Jessie looked confused.
Becky stood up and faced the main part of the room with her back to the wall where only Jessie could see her and lifted the back of her tennis skirt showing Jessie her cheekies.
She quickly sat back down and waited for Jessie’s reaction.
“Holy shit!” Jessie hissed. “Are all of the tennis players dressed like that?”
Becky swung around and sat down. “At least three of the eight. We all have our regular spandex volleyball-style shorts with us in case we have to cover up.”
“What on earth possessed you to dress like that?” Jessie asked.
Becky could see Jessie was truly shocked. Maybe showing her was a mistake. But the drive to expose herself was too strong.
“I’m sorry if I offended you.”
Jessie put her hands up. “No, no, no! That’s not it at all. I bet a lot of us have intrusive thoughts along the lines of exposing ourselves but most of us push them down. It appears you and your teammates have embraced them, in a way. Have you ever played a match dressed like this?”
Becky thought back to playing with Cindy in front of Cindy’s brother Mark with nothing but socks and sneakers and giggled. “No. We did try it out at a practice on a far court but there’s no way to get away with it at a real match unless the player wants everyone to get a glance of most of her ass every now and then.”
Jessie nodded. “The most daring we could be on a soccer pitch is to go commando.”
“Have you?” Becky asked, conspiratorially.
Jessie laughed. “You know, I guess I’ll answer, ‘Not yet’ instead of ‘No’. How’s that?”
“Love it!” Becky responded, clapping her hand together.
The bell sounded and they stood up to head to the next class.
“Where are you headed?” Jessie asked Becky.
“Second floor for History. You?”
“Second floor as well.” Jessie hesitated and then blurted out, “Can I walk behind you to see how much I can see under your skirt?”
Becky looked at Jessie’s wide eyes and grinned. “I thought you’d never ask. Of course! But you have to tell me the effect.” Jessie nodded.
They headed out into the hallway and then to the stairs. Becky told Jessie to hang back and went up first. Becky swung her hips more than usual to make sure her skirt flared up. Once she was at the top of the stars she went about ten feet down the hall and waited for Jessie.
Jessie caught up and before Becky could say anything said, “Dayum that was sexy!”
“What could you see?”
“The bottoms of your ass-cheeks played peek-a-boo from under the skirt. At one point your skirt flared up enough that I could see the bottoms of your cheekies. Most of the time I would have wondered both if I was really seeing what I was seeing and if I convinced myself I was, whether you were commando in a skirt.”
“Thanks for the report.”
“That was so sexy. And so brave!”
“Maybe you’ll try something like it sometime.” Becky teased Jessie.
Jessie gasped and then giggled. “You never know!”
They both headed to their respective classrooms.
The next class did not offer Becky much of an opportunity to get some mini-flashes in so she just doodled and took notes. Just before the end of class her phone buzzed. Becky was confused because she had it on DND and whoever was sending the text had to push it through as urgent. Before she could check the message, the teacher got her attention.
“Becky?”
Becky looked up. “Yes?”
“I just got a message to have you get to the office.”
Becky looked confused. “Now?”
“Yes. You can get there quickly before the bell rings.”
Becky stood up and looped her backpack over her shoulder. As she stepped into the hall, she pulled up the message. It was from Sam to the whole team.
“THE WHOLE TENNIS TEAM HAS BEEN CALLED TO THE OFFICE. I THINK SOMEONE RATTED OUT THAT SOME OF US ARE WEARING CHEEKIES. IF YOU HAVE THE SPANDEX SHORTS ON (I DO) GET TO THE OFFICE FAST AND WE WILL CREATE A RUCKUS GIVING THE OTHERS TIME TO SLIP INTO THE GIRLS’ ROOM AND GET THEIR SHORTS ON.”
Becky felt a rush of adrenaline as she headed to the closest bathroom. As soon as she was inside, she pulled the spandex shorts out of the outer pocket of her backpack and slipped them on. When she got to the office, Sam, Heather, Cindy, Callie, and Nay were there in a state of aggravation demanding to know why the tennis team was being singled out. Amy and Maddie arrived right behind Becky. The office secretary held up her hands and told them to follow her into the meeting room and to take seats.
They weren’t in their seats for more than thirty seconds when the principal walked in. They were on her like they had been on the secretary. They shut up when she sternly looked at them and said, “LADIES!”
“Now that I have your attention, what was up with the gauntlet you set up outside the cafeteria doors with the other girls’ teams?”
They knew Dr. Robinson was fair but they weren’t about to throw anyone under the bus.
Becky cleared her throat. “We can’t speak for the other teams but we thought the boys should get a taste of their own medicine after what they did a few weeks ago when the other pictures were on everyone’s phone.”
“What pictures were those?” the principal asked, with one eyebrow raised and a slight grin on her face.
Sam jumped in, more respectfully than the others were expecting. “Dr. Robinson, please don’t insult us. We know you know what Becky was talking about. We are prepared to have a frank discussion so please don’t.”
The principal nodded. “Fair enough.”
Becky asked, “So why are we here? Why not one of the other teams?”
“Fair question.” Dr. Robinson replied. “Look, I know there are eight of you here so there are witnesses but I want to say if you repeat what I’m about to say, I’ll deny it.”
The team exchanged glances.
“I thought what you all cooked up was hilarious. Of course, those three dropping their pants showing their bare asses gave us no choice but to call a stop to it. I swear, you can never underestimate the maturity of the males among us.”
This brought out some snickers from the team.
“What was your end game?” She asked them.
Becky took a deep breath. “None of them would measure up.”
The principal let out a genuine laugh. “Brilliant. Too bad we couldn’t let it play out to its conclusion.”
Sam spoke up. “But that’s not why we are here, is it.”
It was Dr. Robinson’s turn to sigh. “No.” She hesitated and then said, “We have a report that at least one of you is not wearing anything under her skirt.”
They didn’t insult her with false outrage. Nay giggled.
“What’s so funny, Naomi?” the principal asked, turning her eyes on Nay.
Nay shrugged. “You are in a bit of a pickle. Are you going to have us all lift up our skirts to prove we haven’t gone commando?”
Dr. Robinson nodded. “You are right. But imagine if you had a male principal. That would be even more awkward.”
Amy spoke up. “We could turn sideways and lift our skirts just enough so you could see the side of the shorts.”
Robinson nodded again. “I’m sure all of you have the sport shorts on now so even that won’t be necessary ... right?”
“Are you insinuating that one of us was really bare-assed under her skirt?” Heather asked, truly shocked.