The Softball Team

January 13th 2001
The try–outs had been advertised around the school for days and on this particular day I walked into the gym to find several girls hanging around outside the locker–room. They all seemed a bit anxious and when I got closer, a plucky little blonde Chinese girl stepped forward and asked if I had the keys for the locker–room. I didn’t and said that they would have to wait for the janitor, who was due in a couple of minutes. They shuffled and shifted, unhappily, as I walked on into the PE office. Once out of sight, I carefully and quietly arranged a portable mirror so that it revealed what was going on out–of–sight around the edge of the doorway in the passage. It was hard to follow any one of the girls for more than a couple of seconds, because they were all moving around, as well as in and out of sight. The problem was that they were early for the try–outs and so none of the facilities were open. They all had their gym bags with them, as they waited patiently and I could see that they were all growing uncomfortable very quickly. Especially, the Chinese girl, who was pacing back and forth, but the worst, was an attractive redhead girl, who was literally beginning to bob up and down. I knew that these two had a good chance of wetting themselves and so kept an eye on them, as time ticked away. I began praying that Garth, the janitor, would take his time, knowing full well that he was probably all the way over on the otherside of the campus in the cafeteria (5 min walk) buying a soda or whatever. It was then that a plan formed in my mind – if I phoned the admin office and requested that the janitor be sent to the science building that it probably would further delay him by at least ten minutes. This I quickly did and then resumed my position at the mirror. The Chinese girl was wearing a beige denim mini–skirt and a tan coloured sweater top with cute little bobby socks sticking out of her sneakers. The redhead was wearing a pair of tight fitting blue x–country running pants and a white halter–top with red sneakers. Closest to the Chinese girl was a tall reedy girl with a Bon Jovi T–shirt and blue jeans. Next to the redhead, was a pony–tailed girl in a short floral dress that went down to just below her knees and beside her stood a lithe girl in black hipster pants and a cut–off T–shirt. After a minute or two, the redhead joined the Chinese girl in pacing back and forth, while the pony–tailed girl began wiggling her left knee around. The Chinese girl seemed to be reaching the panic stage very quickly, as she began holding herself stiffly while she walked. The tall reedy girl in the Bon Jovi shirt was managing to remain composed even though her navel was visibly swollen from where I was (‘12ft) and the lithe girl in the hipsters was staring blankly down towards the other end of the passage. The Chinese girl was chewing her lip with a pale look on her face, as she walked around and once or twice I thought I saw her shudder or shiver for a moment. All of them were trying to act as calmly as possible in front of the others, not wanting to reveal their desperation and I saw them all cast furtive looks at both the clock on the wall and the entrance doors now and then. Over the next minute, I saw the pony–tailed girl start to bob a little, while the reedy girl was lightly rubbing her navel. The redhead had stopped pacing and was bobbing up and down in increasing desperation. The Chinese girl was mumbling to herself angrily and starting to look dishevelled, as she would stop pacing for a while to lean forward or cross her legs slightly. The lithe girl decided to sit down and quickly moved over to the bench just before the PE office. A strange look came over the face of the Chinese girl, as the fifth minute came and went, as she suddenly crossed her legs tightly and grabbed hold of the banister on the wall behind her. She kept her body rigid, as her free hand shot down into her crotch and a dark blush washed over her face. Somehow, she managed to stay in control and a few seconds later, she uncrossed her legs and blushed a second time, as she continued to shift back and forth, but she was clearly not half as desperate as before. The redhead was beginning to panic, as time went by without any sign of the janitor, and I saw her look longingly towards the gym, possibly in hope of finding some form of escape there, but she then returned to staring straight infront of her. She was in dire straits, continually shifted between bobbing up and down and crossing her legs. She was chewing her lips and starting bend forward from time to time. She really looked very sexy, standing there with little beads of perspiration forming on her forehead, as her ample breasts swayed with her every movement. Over the next minute or two, she began lifting her right leg and rubbing her navel gingerly, as she bobbed with a more urgent intensity. Then I saw her hand wander further south, as she began crossing her right leg over her left and giving them a quick squeeze together. The reedy girl was pressing the palm of her left hand into her groin and giving herself a squeeze whenever she thought that no one would notice. She was standing slightly bent over with her legs crossed tightly at the knee and oscillating between an agonised anxiousness and deep desperation. While looking at her, I noticed that the Chinese girl was playing with the back of her dress and pulling it away from her butt. It seemed strange, but then it was probably just a wedgie irritating her. As the fifth minute passed, the lithe girl, sitting next to the Chinese girl, was rocking back and forth while she started wiggling her knees frantically. She was breathing heavily and very nervous to say the least. Suddenly, she rammed her hands into her groin and doubled over forwards, as a hard hissing noise filled the passage. Immediately, I saw drops begin falling on the floor beneath the bench and then got a frontal view, as she hopped up on to her feet and raced passed the PE office with both hands in her crotch. Piss was streaming down her legs in great torrents, as she sprinted away, leaving a trail of pee behind her and then I got a glimpse of her glistening butt with a huge wet stain, as she disappeared around the corner. The pony–tailed girl suddenly went pale, as a fart exploded from her, and she blushed hotly, clamping her butt together. The Chinese girl looked at her and then the pony–tailed girl quickly moved over and stood next to her, as they whispered together. I had no idea what they were saying, but it was definitely a heated discussion, as they were probably arguing over whether to wait or leave. The Chinese girl protested and then said something, which caused the pony–tailed girl to glance quickly at the back of the Chinese girl’s mini–skirt. The pony–tailed girl then went quiet, pressing one hand into her groin and the other between her legs at the back, as another fart ripped down the passage and I saw her gasp open–mouthed, as piss flooded down her legs. A moment later, she seemed to deflate, as tension left her. She was very embarrassed, but didn’t want to move, even though the piss was overflowing her shoes and there was a large puddle forming at her feet. As the pony–tailed girl flooded her panties and her shoes, the redhead almost began running in place, as she lifted first her left leg up to waist level and then her right leg. A second later, I saw a dark blue spot appear suddenly in her crotch and then grow to the size of a tennis ball, as a trickle ran halfway down the inside of her right leg. She squashed both hands into her groin, doubling over and pushing her hands into her crotch with all her strength. She gasped suddenly, her eyes almost popping out of her head, as she strained to stay in control and after a minute, she started relaxing again. However, when she stood up, I could see that the wet spot in her crotch and grown in size, reaching halfway to her waistband and halfway down her thighs, completely drenching her lap. She was still desperate and kept twisting her left leg over and infront of her right leg, while she continued to press her hands into her groin. Unfortunately, that was when the Janitor decided to rock up, entering from the street outside. He took one look at the girls waiting anxiously outside the locked door of the locker room and then at the puddles on the floor, whistling under his breath. He quickly fumbled in his pocket for his keys, with a visible hard–on, and hurried over to the door. As he put the key in the lock, all the girls crowded around him, their desperation obvious. The redhead was openly rubbing her crotch, as she squirmed next to him and the reedy girl was literally tying herself in knots behind him, as I saw drops fall from between her legs and/or trickle down both sides. Both the Chinese girl and the pony–tailed girl were pulling at the backs of their skirts or jeans either to pull them out of the cracks or to pull up their panties. I couldn’t tell whether the pony–tailed girl’s pants were full of shit or not and they didn’t have a stain, but they definitely seemed loaded. When he got the door open, they all rushed passed him and disappeared from view. I then removed the mirror from its perch and whacked off for the last few minutes before the after–school session. When the session started, I walked through to the gymnasium and noticed that the lithe girl was sitting in the far corner at the back of the bleachers. Her pants weren’t visibly wet from the foot of the bleachers, but then their dark black colour was probably hiding the fact. Walking over to the other side of the gym, I smelt something funny and quickly spotted a girl’s white panties lying at the back of the space beneath the bleachers on the opposite side, against the wall, which were definitely dirty. When I turned around the lithe girl was watching me and blushed when she realised that I knew it was hers. The redhead and the reedy girl were the first to return from the locker room. The redhead was wearing black gym shorts and a PE shirt, while the reedy girl was still wearing her floral dress. Five minutes later, the Chinese girl and the pony–tailed girl returned also wearing gym shorts and PE shirts and quickly took a seat next to the lithe girl. I didn’t have any time to she what they wore home after this try–out session, as the were over seventy other girls there and the session was only ostensibly to get their names and explain to them what was going to happen over the next few days, after school. I did however look for discarded clothing in the locker room and in the dumpsters outside the gym afterwards, but found nothing.
John Sniper