You slide your panties up as you turn around to see Debbie, also fresh from the shower. She's plucking at the edge of the towel she's wrapped in, eyes downcast. “Uhm ... I just wanted to apologize for the way we were ... you know, giving you crap earlier.”, she says, not meeting your eyes. Debbie casts a quick glance over her shoulder, hearing the laughter and chatter of the rest of the team. She grabs the towel from around her body, and starts drying herself, whispering “I don't want them to think I'm sucking up --”
Debbie breaks off into a tuneless hum as the other girls emerge from the locker room. They're fully dressed, dropping off their wet things on the way out. You realize that you're not at your most dignified, in your underwear with only the towel slung around your neck covering your breasts. The terrycloth has been rubbing against your nipples with every move you make, and as you tie your hair back, you realize that the towel is not quite long enough to cover them when your arms are raised.
Thankfully, the girls seem caught up in their own world, gossiping about some girl who got pregnant last semester. Debbie ducks her head and bends over as they approach, rubbing her towel up and down her legs. Jess sees this and takes advantage, snapping a wet towel across Debbie's backside. Debbie straightens with a yelp, her small breasts bouncing, and a blush spreading across her face.
For your part, you contrive not to notice the incident, knowing that your involvement would forever cement Debbie's place as 'coach's pet'. You turn around just too late, pretending you don't know what happened. You arch an eyebrow at Jess, just like you remember your teachers doing not so long ago. Of course, they weren't half naked at the time, and you feel a blush of your own starting as Jess looks openly at your half covered chest.
“Jessica.” you say, as sternly as you can manage, drawing her gaze upwards. The young girl meets your gaze with a slight smirk, and no trace of fear, sticking her own chest out in a silent challenge. “Watch the time,” you continue after a slightly awkward pause. “I've been told that you're due in detention 5 minutes ago.”
Jess nods demurely, “Yes, Miss .” she says with honey dripping from her voice. The girls flutter out, whispering and giggling, quite possibly at you, you think glumly. Not the best way to gain their respect.
Debbie is still waiting, you notice. She's rubbing her behind where Jessica's towel left it's mark. One foot is still up on the bench, and her hips are pushed forward as she arches back. You find your eyes drawn to her nipples, tiny and pink, bouncing slightly from the motion of her arms. You quickly lower your gaze, and find yourself staring at her outthrust vagina, drops of water glistening in her neatly trimmed bush.
You notice that you're biting your bottom lip, and you feel color rising in you cheeks again as you tear your eyes away. This is a student, you tell yourself. Possibly a troubled one, a victim of bullying. You're not even sure you understand the thoughts that are flitting through your mind, but you know they're not helping.
You sit down and pat the bench beside you, so you can stare across at the lockers instead of Debbie's distracting nakedness. She sits down closer than you expected, her thigh brushing your hand. You force yourself to concentrate. “Is there anything else you wanted to discuss, Debbie? Any problems?”
She leans down as she answers, drying her legs. You glance over and see the sleek muscles of her shoulders, the small, smooth bumps of her spine leading down towards further distraction, and you realize you're not entirely sure what she said.
“Uhm ... Well, I don't want anyone on the team mistreated, is all,” you venture, taking a shot in the dark. “I won't tolerate bullying.” you add, Pushing unwelcome memories from your own school days from your mind.
Debbie stands up again rubbing the towel along the small of her back. You're uncomfortably aware of her behind, not more than a foot from your face, demanding your attention. “Oh, it's not like that. We're all friends and all. They're just ... really competitive. It can be hard coming in last. That's why I want the extra practices and all. I know I can do better. Our last coach ... well, she didn't seem to know a lot. Finally, Debbie wraps the towel around her hips, turning to look down into your eyes with an eagerness that's almost puppylike.
You stare up at her, finding your mouth suddenly dry. Trying and failing to hold eye contact, you lick your lips before answering. “Of course.” you manage hoarsely. “It's good that someone's taking an interest, at least. We'll set up a schedule, and I'll give you some exercises as well.”
Debbie actually jumps for joy. “Oooh, thank you Miss ! You're the best!” She exuberantly bends down and hugs you. Her arms around your neck nudge your towel aside, and you feel her nipple scrape across yours, sending a surge of feeling through you that you decide not to examine too closely as she pulls away. You feel warm, slightly dizzy even, and you have a completely unexpected but not unpleasant quivering feeling spreading down and in from your stomach.
For her part, Debbie appears oblivious as she skips over to her locker and starts pulls a sun dress over her head, not bothering with bra or panties. She bounces from the room with a carefree wave, leaving you to wonder just what is happening to you. |