School Sports Physical

The school gymnasium was unusually quiet, as Nimmi, Ruvini, and Lihini who had turned eighteen years old during the previous year sat on the wooden bench outside the examination area, swinging their legs nervously. They were the last three left; everyone else had already finished their mandatory sports physical exams and rushed off to catch the school bus.

Miss Fernando, the stern but distractible sports teacher, bustled out of the examination room, clipboard in hand.

"Alright, girls, since we're behind schedule, I'll take all three of you together. Come in."

Nimmi's stomach flipped. Together? She had hoped to do this alone, where no one would see her fumble or blush.

Lihini smirked, leaning in to whisper.

"Don't worry, Nimmi. It's just us. No boys here to peek."

Nimmi's cheeks burned. "That's not I wasn't"

Ruvini rolled her eyes but gave Nimmi's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Relax. It's just measurements and stretches. We've done this before."

But they hadn't not like this. Not with Miss Fernando watching, not with the way Lihini's eyes gleamed with mischief.

The examination room was sparse, a weighing scale, a height chart on the wall, and a long examination table covered in crisp white paper. Miss Fernando adjusted her glasses and pointed.

"Blazers off first. Then shoes."

Nimmi's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her navy-blue blazer. She folded it neatly on the bench, avoiding eye contact. Lihini, in contrast, shrugged hers off with a careless flick, letting it slide to the floor before picking it up with a giggle.

"Shoes next," Miss Fernando said, marking something on her clipboard.

Nimmi bent to untie her black school shoes, her skirt riding up slightly. She quickly tugged it back down. Lihini, already in her socks, wiggled her toes playfully.

"Look, Nimmi, yours have little bows."

Lihini grinned, pointing at Nimmi's white ankle socks.

"So cute."

Nimmi's face flamed.

"They're just normal socks."

Ruvini, now barefoot, stood straight-backed beside the scale.

"Stop teasing her, Li."

Lihini pouted but didn't argue.

Miss Fernando gestured to the scale.

"Ruvini, you first."

Ruvini stepped on, her toned legs flexing slightly. Miss Fernando noted her weight, then measured her height.

"You've grown half an inch since last year."

Ruvini smirked.

"Must be all the basketball."

Lihini went next, swaying her hips exaggeratedly as she stepped onto the scale.

"Miss, have I gotten fatter?" she gasped dramatically.

Miss Fernando didn't look up.

"No. Next."

Nimmi swallowed hard as she stepped onto the scale. She hated this part the cold metal under her feet, the way the numbers seemed to judge her.

"Forty-six kilos," Miss Fernando announced.

"Same as last year."

Nimmi exhaled in relief.

"Skirts stay on for this part," Miss Fernando said, gesturing to the floor mats.

"Toe-touches first."

Nimmi bent forward, her fingers brushing her shins. She wasn't very flexible; her hamstrings always felt tight.

Lihini, of course, folded herself effortlessly, palms flat on the floor.

"Easy," she murmured, glancing sideways at Ruvini.

Ruvini, competitive as ever, stretched further, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the hem of her black boy shorts.

Nimmi's breath caught. She quickly looked away, but not before Lihini noticed.

"See something you like?" Lihini whispered, grinning.

Nimmi's face burned.

"No!"

Miss Fernando cleared her throat.

"Now sit-and-reach."

They sat on the floor, legs extended. Nimmi reached forward, her fingertips barely grazing her toes. Lihini, meanwhile, leaned so far her chest nearly touched her thighs.

"Wow, Li, showing off much?" Ruvini teased.

Lihini smirked. "Just natural talent."

As Nimmi stretched, her balance wavered. She tipped sideways with a gasp, only for Ruvini's strong hand to catch her waist, steadying her.

Their eyes met. Ruvini's grip was warm, firm.

"Careful," Ruvini murmured.

Nimmi's heart pounded.

"Thanks."

Lihini watched, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile.

"Blouses off now," Miss Fernando said absently, flipping a page on her clipboard.

Nimmi froze. Oh god.

Lihini didn't hesitate. Her fingers flew over her buttons, shrugging off the white fabric with practiced ease. Beneath it, her lacy pink demi-cup bra hugged her curves, the delicate embroidery just visible under the gym's fluorescent lights.

Ruvini undressed methodically, folding her blouse neatly. Her black sports bra accentuated her toned shoulders, the straps digging slightly into her skin.

Nimmi's fingers fumbled at her buttons. Her hands were shaking.

"Need help?" Ruvini asked softly.

Before Nimmi could answer, Ruvini's hands were there, deftly undoing each button. Nimmi's breath hitched as cool air brushed her skin. Her plain white full-cup bra felt suddenly childish next to Lihini's lace.

Lihini's eyes flicked over her.

"Aw, Nimmi, you're so modest," she teased.

Nimmi crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's just practical."

Miss Fernando approached, checking their posture.

"Shoulders back, Nimmi."

Nimmi obeyed, hyper-aware of Ruvini's gaze lingering on her collarbone.

Miss Fernando adjusted her glasses, her sharp gaze sweeping over the three girls.

"Posture check first. Shoulders back, chest out."

Nimmi swallowed, forcing herself to straighten. The air felt cooler against her exposed skin, the thin fabric of her white full-cup bra suddenly inadequate under scrutiny. She resisted the urge to cover herself, fingers twitching at her sides.

Lihini, ever the performer, arched her back slightly, making the lace of her pink demi-cup bra stretch taut over her curves. A smirk played on her lips as she caught Ruvini's glance.

"Something wrong, Ruvi?" she teased.

Ruvini's jaw tightened.

"Just wondering how you breathe in that thing."

Lihini laughed, the sound light and musical.

"Practice."

Miss Fernando stepped closer, her fingers prodding at Ruvini's shoulders.

"Good muscle tone. But these straps are too tight; they'll leave marks."

Before Ruvini could react, Miss Fernando hooked a finger under the black sports bra strap and tugged it aside, examining the reddened skin beneath.

Ruvini stiffened, a flush creeping up her neck.

Nimmi's breath hitched. She had never seen Ruvini flustered before.

"Your turn, Nimmi," Miss Fernando said.

Nimmi's pulse spiked as the teacher's hands guided her shoulders back.

"You slouch too much. Stand tall."

The correction was gentle but firm, fingers brushing the edge of her bra strap. Nimmi's skin prickled with awareness.

Lihini watched, her gaze lingering on the way Nimmi's modest cotton bra contrasted with her own daring lace.

"Miss, don't you think Nimmi would look cute in something prettier?"

Nimmi's eyes widened.

"Lihini!"

Miss Fernando ignored the comment, moving on.

"Arm mobility test. Lift your arms overhead."

They obeyed.

Ruvini's sports bra rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned stomach. Lihini's pink lace tightened, the delicate fabric straining. Nimmi kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling, hyper aware of the way her own bra shifted with the movement.

"Good. Now, your lower body."

"Skirts off," Miss Fernando said, matter of fact.

A beat of silence.

Nimmi's fingers clutched at her waistband. This was really happening.

Lihini made a show of unbuttoning her skirt, letting it slide down her hips with exaggerated slowness. Her matching pink lace panties were a deliberate contrast to the schoolgirl innocence of her uniform.

Ruvini, ever pragmatic, undid her skirt with quick efficiency. Her black boy shorts clung to her thighs, the fabric stretched taut over muscle.

Nimmi hesitated.

"Come on, Nimmi," Lihini sings.

"Don't be shy."

Ruvini shot Lihini a warning look but said nothing.

Nimmi's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her skirt. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in her plain white cotton panties, practical, unadorned, suddenly mortifying next to Lihini's lace.

Lihini's eyes dropped.

"Oh. Oh."

Nimmi crossed her arms over her chest, face burning.

Miss Fernando, oblivious to the tension, gestured to the examination table.

"Lihini, lie down. Leg alignment check."

Lihini hopped onto the table, the paper crinkling under her. Miss Fernando took her ankle, lifting it to test flexibility. Lihini's lace-clad hips shifted, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the curve of her thigh.

Ruvini's throat worked.

Nimmi stared at the floor.

"Ruvini, you're next."

Ruvini's examination was clinical, efficient until Miss Fernando pressed a hand to her inner thigh to check muscle tension. Ruvini's breath caught, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

Nimmi couldn't look away.

"Nimmi."

She jumped at Miss Fernando's voice.

"Your turn."

The paper was cool against her back. Miss Fernando's hands were impersonal as they guided her legs into position, but Nimmi's skin burned anyway.

"Relax," Miss Fernando chided.

"You're tensing."

How could she not? With Lihini watching, lips parted, and Ruvini's dark eyes fixed on the way her cotton panties stretched over her hips.

Miss Fernando's pen scratched against her clipboard as she studied the three girls before her. The overhead fan creaked in the humid silence, its lazy rotations doing little to cool the heat prickling beneath Nimmi's skin.

"Lower body flexibility," Miss Fernando announced, gesturing to the padded examination table.

"Lihini, you're first."

Lihini sauntered forward, her pink lace panties flashing with each sway of her hips. She hopped onto the table with practiced ease, lying back against the crinkling paper.

Miss Fernando took Lihini's ankle in one hand, lifting it toward her shoulder in a slow, measured stretch.

"Tell me when you feel resistance."

Lihini's breath hitched as the stretch deepened, her lace riding higher along her thighs. Her gaze flickered to Ruvini, who stood stiffly beside Nimmi, arms crossed over her black sports bra.

"Miss, should we be watching?"

Nimmi whispered, her fingers knotting together.

"It's part of the examination," Miss Fernando said briskly, switching to Lihini's other leg.

"You'll all observe proper form."

Ruvini's jaw tightened as Lihini's thighs parted slightly, the stretch pulling a soft gasp from her lips.

"Someone's enjoying this," Lihini murmured, flashing a smirk in Ruvini's direction.

Miss Fernando's grip on her ankle tightened.

"Focus, Lihini."

"Next."

Ruvini climbed onto the table, her movements precise. Unlike Lihini, she kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling, her toned stomach flexing as Miss Fernando lifted her leg.

Nimmi couldn't help but stare. The way Ruvini's black boy shorts clung to her.

"Flex your foot," Miss Fernando instructed.

Ruvini obeyed, her toes pointing sharply. A tendon stood out in her thigh, taut with tension.

Miss Fernando pressed a hand to Ruvini's inner knee, adjusting her alignment. Ruvini inhaled sharply, her fingers twisting in the paper beneath her.

"Relax," Miss Fernando chided.

"You're resisting."

Lihini leaned toward Nimmi, whispering a hot brush against her ear.

"Look at her. She's shaking."

Nimmi's throat went dry. Ruvini was shaking just slightly, a fine tremor in her lifted leg.

Miss Fernando's hand slid higher, testing muscle tension. Ruvini's breath stuttered.

"Nimmi."

Her stomach swooped. The paper was cold against her back as she lay down, her plain cotton panties feeling unbearably exposed under the fluorescent lights.

Miss Fernando's hands were clinical as they guided her leg up, but Nimmi's pulse roared in her ears anyway.

"Good flexibility," Miss Fernando noted, pushing just a little further.

Nimmi gasped.

A beat of silence.

Lihini's grin was wicked.

"Someone's sensitive."

Ruvini's gaze burned into her from across the room.

Miss Fernando continued, unfazed.

"Now, turn onto your stomach. We'll check spinal alignment."

Nimmi obeyed, her face burning as she pressed her chest into the table. The thin cups of her bra strained, and she knew the others could see the way her back arched under Miss Fernando's assessing touch.

A fingertip traced her spine.

She shuddered.

"Stand back to back," Miss Fernando ordered.

"Shoulder blade comparison."

Nimmi and Ruvini turned, their bare shoulders brushing.

"Closer."

Ruvini stepped back until their skin pressed flush, the heat between them unbearable. Nimmi could feel the rise and fall of Ruvini's breath against her spine.

Lihini circled them like a shark.

"Wow. You two are."

"Quiet," Ruvini hissed.

Miss Fernando's hands gripped their wrists, lifting their arms to measure symmetry. The movement pulled them tighter together, Ruvini's sports bra strap dug into Nimmi's shoulder, the friction maddening.

A drop of sweat trailed down Nimmi's ribs.

"Good," Miss Fernando said at last, releasing them.

Miss Fernando adjusted the stethoscope around her neck, the cold metal glinting under the fluorescent lights.

"Cardiovascular check next. Sports bras and upper undergarments must be removed for accurate readings."

A charged silence filled the room.

Nimmi's fingers instinctively flew to the clasp of her plain white bra, then froze. Her breath came shallow. This wasn't part of last year's exam.

Lihini arched her brow.

"Miss, is that really?"

"School policy for competitive athletes," Miss Fernando said briskly.

"Ruvini, you first."

Ruvini's jaw clenched, but she obeyed. Her hands reached behind her back, the muscles in her shoulders flexing as she unclasped her black sports bra in one smooth motion. She kept her gaze fixed on the far wall as she slipped it off, her bare chest rising with a slow, controlled breath.

Nimmi's mouth went dry. The dusky peaks of Ruvini's.

Don't stare, don't stare.

Lihini whistled under her breath.

"Damn, Ruvi."

Ruvini shot her a warning glare, but the tips of her ears burned red.

Miss Fernando pressed the stethoscope to Ruvini's sternum.

"Breathe normally."

A faint tremor ran through Ruvini's frame as the cold metal made contact.

"Your turn, Lihini."

With a theatrical sigh, Lihini reached behind herself, making a show of struggling with her lacy pink bra clasp.

"Oops. These tiny hooks are so tricky."

Ruvini rolled her eyes.

"For God's sake."

She stepped forward and batted Lihini's hands away, her fingers brushing the flushed skin between Lihini's shoulder blades as she undid the clasp.

The lace slid free.

Lihini shivered dramatically.

"So cold without it."

Nimmi couldn't look away. The way Lihini.

Miss Fernando cleared her throat.

"Nimmi."

Her stomach dropped.

Her fingers fumbled at her back, clumsy with panic. The clasp wouldn't.

"Need help?" Ruvini murmured.

Before Nimmi could answer, warm hands covered hers. Ruvini's breath ghosted over her neck as she undid the clasp with practiced ease. The cotton bra loosened.

Nimmi clutched it to her chest for one desperate second.

Then let go.

The air felt like a living thing against her bare skin. She hunched forward instinctively, arms crossing over herself.

Miss Fernando's stethoscope pressed below her collarbone.

"Stop trembling. It affects your heartbeat."

Impossible. Her pulse was a wild, fluttering thing,. especially when she caught Ruvini staring from the corner of her eye.

Lihini traced a finger along the examination table's edge.

"Nimmi... you're blushing everywhere."

"Underwear must come off for the scoliosis screening," Miss Fernando said, reaching for a posture-analysis grid.

"Lie face-down."

Nimmi's vision tunneled. No no no.

Lihini bit her lip, hands already at her waistband.

"Well. This just got interesting."

Ruvini's voice was strained.

"Miss, is this?"

"Mandatory."

The teacher didn't look up from her clipboard.

"Lihini, demonstrate proper positioning."

With exaggerated grace, Lihini pushed her pink lace panties down her thighs, stepping out of them with a sway of her hips. She stretched out on the table, bare skin against paper.

Ruvini exhaled sharply through her nose.

Nimmi's knees threatened to buckle.

Ruvini went next, her black boy shorts hitting the floor with a soft thud. The dimpled curve of her.

Nimmi squeezed her eyes shut.

"Nimmi."

Miss Fernando's voice brooked no argument.

Hands shaking, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her plain cotton panties and peeled them down. The air kissed places that had never.

She practically flung herself onto the table, pressing her feverish face into the paper.

Miss Fernando's hands glided down her spine.

"Arch slightly."

A whimper escaped her.

Lihini's whisper curled through the air like smoke.

"Look at her. She's shaking."

A warm hand brushed the small of her back.

Miss Fernando's ruler aligned with her vertebrae.

And Nimmi realized, with dizzying clarity, that no one was breathing.

"Alright, up," Miss Fernando said, stepping back and adjusting her glasses.

"We're doing the duck walk next."

Nimmi's stomach lurched. The duck walk?

Lihini, still stretched out on the table, propped herself up on her elbows, her bare chest gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.

"Seriously? Now?"

Miss Fernando didn't even glance at her.

"It's part of the hip and knee flexibility assessment. Up. All of you."

Ruvini was the first to move, sliding off the table with her usual athletic grace, though her jaw was tight. She didn't bother covering herself, just stood there, arms crossed, as if daring anyone to look.

Lihini rolled off the table with far more flourish than necessary, her hips swaying as she landed lightly on her feet. She stretched her arms overhead, arching her back in a way that made Nimmi's throat go dry.

Nimmi, meanwhile, scrambled to sit up, her hands fluttering uselessly over her thighs, her chest, anywhere to shield herself.

"Come on, Nimmi," Lihini teased, reaching out to tug her wrist.

"We're all girls here."

Nimmi's face burned as she let herself be pulled to her feet, her bare skin prickling under the weight of their gazes.

Miss Fernando pointed to the far end of the room.

"Squat down, hands behind your head, and walk to the wall and back. Keep your heels on the ground."

Ruvini went first, dropping smoothly into a deep squat, her thighs flexing. She started forward, her movements controlled, precise but even she couldn't hide the faint tremor in her legs as she moved.

Lihini followed, her version of the duck walk more of a strut, her hips rolling with each step. She caught Nimmi's eye and winked.

Then it was Nimmi's turn.

Her knees nearly gave out as she lowered herself into the squat, her thighs trembling instantly. She hooked her hands behind her head, her elbows jutting out, and took her first step.

The stretch was intense, her inner thighs burning, her balance precarious. Worse, every step made her acutely aware of how exposed she was, how every shift of her hips left nothing to the imagination.

Halfway to the wall, she wobbled.

A strong hand gripped her elbow, Ruvini, steadying her.

"Easy," Ruvini murmured, her voice low.

Nimmi's breath hitched. Ruvini's skin was warm against hers, her grip firm.

Lihini's laugh was a bright, teasing thing.

"Aw, look at you two. Adorable."

Miss Fernando's voice cut through the moment. "Focus, girls."

Nimmi swallowed hard and kept walking.

She made it.

Miss Fernando sighed.

"That's enough. Get dressed."