Tennis practice had been rough again. Coach had made the team run laps and do sprints the whole 2 hours. Some of the other guys were pissed. Robbie Lowell summed up the sentiments of a few of the boys when he said "What the hell is the point of practicing without our rackets?" Others nodded in agreement. Dan Grover quashed that nonsense pretty quickly. A senior and 18, he was also the captain of the team, and had waited a long time to be in charge of the team. "Shut the fuck up, Rob. If you guys would have ran over the off-season like I told you to, then maybe you wouldn't be dragging ass out there. Shower up, go home, and be ready to run your asses off again tomorrow." He stood there staring at Robbie. Robbie may have wanted to start something with Dan, but he wasn't about to fuck with those eyes. He grumbled something, and walked off towards the showers. Dan went to go talk with Coach about today's practice.
When he came back from the office, most of the guys were already gone, and the rest were getting dressed. "Let's go, guys," Dan said clapping his hands. "Maybe we should practice showering and dressing tomorrow, too, seeing how fucking slow you guys are at that." He laughed, and went over to some of the sophomores trying out for the team. He gave each of them some individual encouragement. No matter how little praise or criticism he gave them, they seemed to really react to the charismatic captain. As the last of the team walked out of the locker room, Coach came up to Dan. "Listen, I need to get out of here. Lock up when you go. Good practice Dan." They said their good-byes, and Dan went to his locker to get undressed. Walking into the shower, he sighed as the hot water hit his tired muscles.
He couldn't help thinking about the upcoming season. Last year he had lost the second singles county championship in the final set, and he was driven to take what was rightfully his. As such, he had spent the time leading up to his senior season working out and practicing, starting from the day after the last match. His junior year, he had been a slim, five-foot, eleven scrapper, with a soft second-serve and an inconsistent backhand. He hit the gym hard, and by the time he entered his senior year of high school, he was ripped. Not only did he put on weight and muscle, he also gained 4 inches, and drew a lot of stares from the people who hadn't seen him all summer. He was ready, and he couldn't wait to avenge his loss.
As such, he didn't hear the locker room door open. He didn't notice anything until he felt a hand on his back. Startled out of his revery, he turned around to see something he was not expecting. Casey Arnold being extremely naked. "What the. . ." Dan stuttered.
Casey was a beautiful eighteen-year-old senior who had shoulder-length chestnut hair. Her petite frame was accentuated by a curvaceous figure. Her breasts were small handfuls, but perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. Best of all, though, was her amazing ass. Round and firm, it seemed made for grabbing. Dan was immensely impressed, which was at the moment becoming very apparent.
"Um. . .you're Dan, right?" Casey asked shyly. Regaining his composure, Dan responded with a nod. "Well, see, I'm supposed to come here."
"What? Why? Huh?"
Casey giggled, and moved closer to Dan. "Well, I'm on the girls tennis team, and apparently there's some sort of, um, tradition between the boys and girls teams."
"What kind of tradition?" Dan asked, confused.
"Jaime said I'm supposed to come in here and. . ." she trailed off, blushing.
"I've never heard of it. You better get out of here, or we're both gonna be in a lot of trouble."
"Oh no, I can't go," protested Casey. "If I leave, they're going to make my life a living hell." Looking up into his eyes, she slowly smiled. "Besides, don't you think I'm pretty."