It was hard to believe it was still only Friday. So much had happened. I kept shaking my head as I drove over to her apartment. I looked around the parking lot at her apartment complex before making my way to her door. I didn't see anyone looking at me. I knocked softly on her door. She answered dressed in a slutty schoolgirl outfit, with a white blouse, plaid skirt, white stockings and little black dress shoes. The reading glasses made her eyes look huge.
I felt underdressed. I still wore my workout shorts and tank top. I stepped in and said as much.
"If you had told me to, I could have worn something more appropriate," I said.
"What do you mean, Coach Thompson?" she asked in a little girl voice. She bent over and touched her toes, revealing that there were no panties beneath that skir
