The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 5 by Maxim Jakubowski Page A

first time he saw her panties back in junior high when her gym shorts split.
    It was at a basketball game. Tyler, her hair in a double ponytail, was the team’s ace player at stealing the ball. Sam had gone to the girl’s basketball game just to see her play. It was in the school cafeteria, instead of the gym, and Sam sat in a chair near to where the team sat.
    He first noticed her gym shorts were split when she ran past him. He saw a light-colored streak along the rear of her blue team shorts. He had been looking at her butt as she moved away from him, just as he’d followed her hips down the halls.
    “Tell me about it again,” Tyler said, moving her hand up to her right ear to toy with one of her earrings. She had three earrings in her right ear and four in her left, all delicate gold hoops.
    “It wasn’t until your second pass that I was sure I was seeing your panties. I remember how excited I became.”
    “Got erect?”
    “Immediately.” Sam smiled. “Had to adjust myself in my seat.” He felt a faint longing in his loins again as he replayed the first erection she’d given him.
    “Then you stole the ball from a girl and ran right near me and stopped to dribble a second. It was then I could see your panties clearly, those light multicolored panties. Looked like satin. I remember the split was right down the center of your shorts, big enough to see both cheeks.”
    “Ouuu,” Tyler said in a deep flirtatious tone.
    “Then you came and stood right in front of me. Your hands on your knees, bent at the waist. Pointing your ass right at me.” Sam snickered. “I was mesmerized.”
    Tyler liked the sound of that. Too bad they were so young back then.
    “I remember looking around after you moved on. I saw one of our teachers, our math teacher, Mr. Cotton. He was also watching you, looking at your panties too.”
    “Everyone saw,” Tyler said. “After our coach told me about it, I asked why she didn’t warn me. She said I was playing so well . . .”
    “Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I remember a couple of boys, older boys, whispering and pointing at you as you passed. They were getting a big kick out of seeing your panties.”
    Tyler rolled her eyes and laughed that deep laugh again.
    “That bothered me, those guys looking.”
    “Oh?” She was teasing now.
    Sam glanced out the window at the snowy scene outside. “I remember the slickness of your panties and how I wondered what it would be like to touch you there.”
    “Ouu.”
    Sam had no problem remembering the game. The memory was so vivid. He was bothered though, trying to remember what he’d done yesterday and the day before that. Over dinner the previous evening, he felt frustrated when he tried to tell Tyler about his life, about his successes and his business dealings. He was confused. “Probably the anticipation,” he told himself.
    Tyler narrowed her eyes and said, “Remember the fire drill in high school?”
    The fire drill was his most erotic memory from high school, even more than Mary Jane, the girl he lost his virginity to in a Chevy after a swim meet.
    “I had a real crush on
you
by then,” Tyler said.
    Sam felt suddenly sad. His voice sounded hollow. “I didn’t know.”
    “I know you didn’t.”
    It was a chilly day in December when the fire drill caught Sam and the rest of the boys in his gym class in the showers. An excitable coach came in and hustled the boys out into the gym. There was a fire in the cafeteria. Sam grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and went out to discover that the girls, also in towels, were standing outside of their shower room.
    For the next few minutes, both classes stood in close proximity, wrapped in towels while their gym instructors rushed off to check the status of the fire. Outside, the rest of the student body was assembled in the snow.
    Sam remembered the growing erection beneath his towel as he checked out each and every girl. All of them were naked beneath those towels.
Naked
! He