Stripped
by Matt
A track team tradition goes awry.


We had a rather fun tradition on the track team. The boys would, when we found
our moment, tug the girl's shorts down. It was playful, really, and a fun way
to get a look at some panties or a finely honed rear. I had never
participated, though. I just never had the nerve to do it. And yet, most of
the other guys had and, it being my senior year, my last chance, I thought I
should give it a try. Now, my girlfriend Mona was on the girl's team. I was a
little worried that she'd be mad if I did it, but she had a good sense of
humor and, besides, she was a sophomore and so happy to be dating me, she
wasn't likely to make too much of a fuss.

So, I chose my target. There was a junior on the team, named Erika. She was
fast over long distances and a bit of a tough girl who also competed in the
shot put. Nobody had ever gotten her and, it got back to me through Mona that
she promised nobody ever was. Hey, senior year, last chance and first time, I
decided she'd be the right victim. And, I even decided on the time to strike
-- she had, after all, told the rest of the girls that she wasn't going to be
another victim. They all respected her, as she'd been all-state from her
freshman year. If I was going to have my coup, it might as well be in front of
them. She was the spiritual captain of the girl's squad, after all.

So I waited until after practice and broke off from my friends as we entered
the gymnasium. The girl's locker room was on the other side of the bottom
floor of the gym. So, I got there a little early, to wait for the girls as
they filed into their locker room. It'd be a good hit, I figured. I'd yank her
shorts down and then she could quickly and blushingly duck into the locker
room. I'd have made my point, enough people would see so they'd know I wasn't
lying, but I figured if she was so dead set against it happening that it would
work out better this way -- I didn't want to traumatize her, after all, just
wanted to see what she had on underneath and to watch her dash into the locker
room with her shorts around her ankles.

They approached the room giggling and I waited around the corner. I caught
glimpse of Erika and I struck, getting both my hands right into the waistband
of her shorts, in perfect posiion, right behind her. She stopped right in her
tracks, grabbed my hands and flung her head back, catching me right in the
nose with the back of her skull. My eyes immediately watered. I stumbled
backwards into one of the girls, Cyndi, who shoved me forward. I stumbled
forward. Erika grabbed the front of my shorts and yanked them down to just
above my knees. I grabbed at them, trying to pull them back up, when Erika
slapped me hard across the cheek, nearly turning me around. Suddenly, I felt
Erika get a grip on the waistband of my underwear. I grabbed them as well,
with both hands. Erika shoved me, face first against the wall and pulled one
of my arms up behind my back.

"Let go," she said.

And I heard my girlfriend Mona, aghast: "Matt, what are you doing? Pull your
pants up!"

Erika wrenched on my arm and I did as I was told by letting go of my
underwear. Erika yanked them down, leaving me bareassed with my undies and
shorts around my ankles. But, she didn't let go of my arm.

"Step out of them," Erika said.

"Matt, do something!" Mona pleaded.

I squirmed and Erika lost her grip. I tripped on the clothing around my ankle
and took a header to the floor. Erika grabbed my shorts and underwear and tore
them off of my feet. I covered my frontal area and looked up at Erika,
twirling my clothes in her right hand.

"Now, either come try to get them back, or run."

And I ran. Boy did I! And though it was more than embarassing to go back to
the locker room like that, Mona's reaction was worse. She just kind of stopped
calling. And Erka... nobody ever got her, far as I know.

The End.