In the upstairs bathroom, Jenny weighed herself and measured her waist. Both measurements were exactly what the gymnastics coach said they should be. She picked up her hairbrush and brushed her long blonde hair in front of the mirror. It was so nice to be able to stand here naked like this with the bathroom door wide open, and to walk around the house naked. Her tits jiggled as she brushed her hair, and she found herself licking her lips at the sight of them. The nervous excitement began throbbing again in her loins and soon she'd forgot all about Barb's intrusive phone call.

She wiggled into the hallway and did a few cartwheels, laughing as her naked tits flipped and flopped. She sank down into a full split, then pressed into a handstand. Wouldn't it be exciting, she thought, to have a girls' gymnastics meet where all the contestants were stark naked?

The thought was so wicked that she giggled. She flipped down from the handstand and landed on her feet. She was standing outside Skip's bedroom.

She'd never been in Skip's bedroom alone before, and certainly not without any clothes on. But for some reason now, she couldn't resist. She literally shivered with excitement as she slipped through Skip's door.

Athletic trophies sat on the dresser and bookshelves. At least a dozen pictures of Skip on various athletic teams hung on the walls. The room was neat and clean, just like Skip. Jenny didn't know what possessed her, but she gave in to the urge to snoop in Skip's dresser drawers.

Her breath quickened at the sight of Skip's sweat socks and jockstraps. She'd never done anything so wicked as this in her life. Under some T-shirts in the lower, left-hand drawer, she discovered a key. She tried the key in the one dresser drawer that had a lock on it and the drawer slid open. She frowned at the sight of several pairs of panties in the drawer. They were unwashed girls' panties! The aroma of pussy drifted to her nose.