Cameltoe Forum - Attending a Volleyball Game, Part 2: The Classmate

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You might have stuck out like sore thumb in the audience at this game, he really didn't. As a student at this school, in some sense he had a right to be at this game. This would be the second game he's attended. The first time, he had been simply walking by on campus one evening and wondered what the crowd was for. He was woefully ignorant of Girls Volleyball. But it took only peek to know this was something he had to investigate. This time, he came with a camera. OK, so he wasn't completely invisible here. Cameras at Girls Volleyball games are a pretty sensitive issue. There's certainly plenty of call for official cameras, but people are pretty wary of personal cameras. You just never know exactly what they're shooting.

On this day, his judgment is definitely clouded. The thought, the memory, of the spandex is just so strong in his mind. These are girls in his class; girls he knows. But this is a rare view of them. How many times he'd sat in class, next to someone like Kaetlyn Murdach, musing about her mysterious body, clad in jeans and longsleeve shirts. He was now sitting nearly at floor level, staring through the viewfinder of his camera, as she came into view.

It was enough to make his finger shake as he pressed the shutter button, hoping to dear god that the picture would come out. Kaetlyn played wearing black spandex volleyball shorts that clung to her hips like nothing he'd ever seen before. The numbered shirt she wore had no chance of extending barely past the waistband on the shorts, which meant that her crotch was in full view. He had no idea it could look like this. Or what it looked like. The very idea of being able to examine, essentially at his leisure, the private parts of one of the most coveted girls at his school, blew his mind. He was now shooting pictures from right beside the team bench.

It was captivating.

The spandex packaged up tight little butts as they wiggled around before him -- little buttcheeks plainly visible.

The girls on the team seemed to be constantly bending over -- intently focused on receiving an incoming ball. There were times when he had a view from directly behind. Low enough to the ground, he could make out a girl's slit protruding, hanging down between her thighs, covered in tight black spandex.

Zooming in, desperately trying to capture this feature on camera, he suddenly heard a loud and urgent shout:

"Hey!"

He was severely startled. He pulled his face from the viewfinder and put the camera to his side, trying a feeble attempt to hide it. Turning his head to the left, an angry player had caught him in the act.

"Hey kid, what the hell?" She said accusingly.
"What?" he responded trying to play dumb.
"What's your problem? I saw you trying to take some sneaky photos of her" she said motioning the girl on-court who was the subject of his recent fire.
"Uhh, I wasn't..." he stumbled, his heart racing with fear and embarrassment.
"Whatever. I know what you were trying to do. You know, we come out here to play. Doing that is not OK. We gotta wear these stupid shorts cause they're part of the uniform, but we don't want our picture taken. These things give a lot away."

She was standing right next to him, towering over him a bit since he was crouched down after his last pic attempt. His head was face to face with her crotch. Surely by shear accident, his face was now inches away from the girl's pussy as it bulged immensely through the stretchy spandex.
Perfectly shaped, the curve of it sliced clear by vb shorts, it was almost like a little nub. A mountain of flesh that must have touched the inside of her thigh every time she turned or leaned to one side. It was almost too plump to be real, but there was no mistaking this. She had a puss that strained the spandex, and she had to know it, surely feeling it every time she dressed and slipped into the uniformed shorts, pulling them up onto her waist.

Then he did something really stupid. In one quick, smooth motion, he pulled the camera up from his side and snapped a picture directly into her groin. Already angry with him, this was what threw her over the edge. She lost it, instantly and all at once realizing the personal violation and humiliation of the direct capture.

TO BE CONTINUED