When I was a freshman in college, I was on the boy's volleyball team and was the "new kid". The boy's team practiced at the same time as the girl's team and we saw a lot of each other.
All the girls wore tight body shirts during practice and it really showed their bust. You could always see the rigid out lines of their sport bras through the tight material. Sometimes, when one of the girls wore a thin, lacy bra, you could pick out their nipples through their shirt.
Also the girls wore tight little athletic shorts. The shorts were even better than the shirts. If you got up close the girls while they were wearing the shorts and looked really hard, you could faintly see the juicy mounds of their pussy lips protruding from the extremely tight and revealing material. I used to jack off at night, fantasizing about reaching out and finger fucking those girls through that sexy athletic wear. Together, the girls practice outfit perfectly showed off their curves.
Unfortunately, I was really shy and the girls were all upper classmen and really hot. I knew I would never get a piece of that, but it didn't really bother me. I always worked really hard and took a lot of crap from people and never winced or complained. I just wanted people to accept me so I could be an achiever.
I always had to set up the net before practice and clean up after alone, because I was the new kid and hey, it didn't bother me. One day after practice I was alone, again, putting away the net in the back room when I heard the door shut behind me.
I turned around and saw two seniors from the girl's team: Mallory and Dana. Mallory was center on the girl's team and was a tease to all the boys. She was about 5' 10'' and had long black hair, which she wore in a pony tail and huge bust. I mean Mallory might have the nicest rack on the girl's team. Dana was a little shorter, had hard curly brown hair and her tits weren't as big, but they were still a pleasurable size. They both were seducingly hot. I wonder why the girls stayed after practice. I was always the last person to leave by at east twenty minutes.
They confidently walked up to me and smiled. "We've been watching you in practice and you work really hard. I think you need to slow life down for leisure."
"I don't have time for leisure. If I slow down, I will fall behind and lose my competitive edge," I said, but I don't know why. I probably sounded like a total grind talking that way.