Julie tried another pair, but they were just as bad. Unhappily, the schoolgirl wondered if the seat of the shorts had worn thin as a result of the num...erous blows it must have felt over the years from slipper and cane! As she changed she noticed Lindsey Collins wincing as she pulled down her trousers and her knickers. The whole of the tall girl’s large bottom shone a bright red. Julie took a deep breath and concentrated on getting changed as quickly as possible.One by one the girl’s, in full gym. And me? Viola – the instrument I mean. My name’s Jennie!Yes, the fucking viola. None of the violin’s sparkling tintinnabulation; nor the cello’s dark, noble, robust body. The viola’s gruff, poised between light and dark, lurking in the shadows, emerging when you least expect it. But beautifully introspective, mellow; the orchestra’s Cinderella.I am used to the viola jokes, usually just grin and bear it. But hearing Jade buy into the stereotype during today’s rehearsal did my head in. After all,. ” I set my hand on his leg. “Really grateful.”“Oh yeah? Prove it” he says.That’s all I need. I run my hands over his crotch. Nope, he’s definitely not gay, he’s really hard in there. I unbuckle the seat belt. I strip off my shirt first, then my bra, so that my tits hang free. My nipples are all perky. He’s staring at them now, like I’m wondering if he’s going to drive off the road. My pants come off next. He’s just staring at me while I’m stripping down to my panties right here in his car. I. So, I hit the rack myself. I woke up just in time to make it over for the pre-race stretching. Chuck was gone, probably for a second round of humping the other half of my soul. I took a couple of cleansing breaths, just to clear my mind.The thing about swimming is that you sit around bored, waiting for one incredibly intense minute. The strain builds as your event gets closer. But this time, I wasn’t agonizing about the race, as much as I was eating my heart out over Chuck’s mystery girl. It.