When working for a small school, you often have to fill extra-curricular positions regardless of experience or ability. There are some perks to the situation. Some schools can afford to pay a fairly decent amount of money for the time. There are often opportunities to spend time in bigger cities attending coaching clinics, which is really just an excuse to be near people of a similar background while drinking for free. And sometimes, you unexpectedly get rewarded for your work.
John Walter had not planned on being the girls' basketball coach. No one else had either. As the low man on the totem pole, it fell to John. He was a fairly good looking man, a little above average in height at 5'11". His dark brown hair was cut short, mostly just because it was easier to throw a hat on and not have to style it. That fit well with his preference for his beard, perpetually looking like he had a few days' growth but not unruly. His hazel eyes changed shades with the clothes he wore, but many a girlfriend in college had gotten lost in them. He was reasonably fit from the many hours spent hiking in his free time. As the high school Spanish teacher in the small school, he had most of the students in class. At 26, he was still the youngest teacher in the school.
John wasn't asked to be coach; he was basically just told to do it. For a small school, there was a decent amount of talent on the team. Lots of juniors and seniors, and a total of fifteen players. He could work with that, if they wanted to work hard. After a few practices, he knew they would. The seniors were strong willed, and they had not experienced much failure. They were not world beaters by any measure, but they were above average. They were led by the twin towers, who were truly twins. At 6' tall, Marie and Melissa were usually more talented than the other team's best post players. They weren't quite identical, but most strangers could not tell them apart. They both preferred to keep their long, dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail as it was much less work. They had long muscular legs and perky but small breasts. Melissa was a bit more outgoing, but Marie was the one always in a relationship. Marie had never gone longer than a few weeks without a boyfriend since her freshman year. Soon to be 19, the girls were often considered leaders in their class because they were just a bit older than the rest of the students.
The other senior starter was Jessica. She was a terrifically skilled point guard, and at this level, she influenced the game as much as anyone on the court. She rarely went to the bench, and her ball handling was good enough to keep the team out of trouble against pressure. Most games she could get the ball into the hands of the twins, and they could score pretty easily. If not, she was good enough to take over. At just over 5'1", she was a touch shorter than her peers. But she had a killer smile, and her body caused many of the boys in school to drool. She kept her dark brown hair about shoulder length. Her brown eyes could get her most anything she wanted if she was that type of person. She wasn't. If her eyes did not do it, her curves would have. She hid her large chest well on the court, but she struggled to do so off it. She made modern fashion look obscene, finding it difficult to buy something that was cute yet did not show off an inappropriate amount of cleavage. She worked out consistently in the weight room, and that was apparent in her well-developed rear end. She did squats, and lunges, and all kinds of other exercises to develop strength in her legs. It made her un-guardable on the court, giving her a good combination of speed and power. It made her ass look like an Instagram model, large and firm. With a skinny waist that led into rippling abs, she was built like an 18-year-old sex goddess.
She was 18, having turned that a few months into her senior year, but she was not a sex goddess. At least not in her mind. In fact, she had a hard time with the idea of sex. She didn't know if she was a lesbian. Or bisexual. Or curious. She had only developed up top in the last six months, and she had not quite gotten used to the leers and lewd comments from older males. Maybe that is why she preferred being around the girls on the team instead. Most of the boys in her school would tell you that she was too damn intimidating for them to push the issue of sex with her, and she was too nice to everyone for anyone to know whether she was interested in them in the same way. It made for some awkward interactions, of which she never really thought anything herself. This was typical stuff in a small school as far as John Walter was concerned.
John, known as Coach Walter to the girls, quickly developed a good relationship with the whole team. He pushed them. He knew they were working hard. He held everyone accountable, but gave them enough of a chance to learn from their mistakes. There was no screaming, or belittling. He explained what he wanted from them, they tried their best to do it, and that was it. Everything felt good for both John and the team. They had spent a few weeks going at each other in practice, and in two days they would have the chance to scrimmage another team. They'd be going to Carroll High School, a much larger school on the outskirts of the big city. They had never been to the recently opened school but were looking forward to the opportunity. They were going to be leaving a little earlier than they probably needed because of the threat of traffic as they got towards the city. Normally the hour drive was pretty easy, but the Friday scrimmage at 6pm might lead to some traffic issues.
"Coach?" Jessica quietly asked at the end of practice.
"Yeah, Jessica. What's up?" responded John.
"I'm sorry, but is there any way I can meet the team at the scrimmage? I have a visit planned to a college in the city, and I am not sure I can make it back to the school on time for the bus. If that's not okay, I can reschedule my visit or cut it short." Jessica was nervous as she talked to Coach Walter, not wanting to cause an issue with him or the team.
She really didn't need to worry about either. John was happy that she had taken the initiative to start the conversation with him, and her team knew she was a hard worker who did not make excuses. "Of course, Jessica. It doesn't make sense for you to do anything but meet us there. We'll see you there." He knew he was blessed as a coach to have her skills and commitment on the team, and he did not want to make her feel bad about the situation.
Friday came quick. John had put the seniors in charge of making sure the equipment got packed and put on the bus. Melissa and Marie took charge without Jessica there. John was as nervous as he had ever been. Even though he had played sports in high school, and this was just a scrimmage, he had tremendous butterflies building in his stomach. The ride over did nothing to help that. The closer they got to the new school, the more he felt it. He nervously sipped his bottle of water. In fact, he did so until it was gone. This presented a new problem for the coach. He now had to empty his bladder. And soon.
They pulled into the school, and were met by the Athletic Director. He talked with Coach Walter, letting him know where the locker rooms were and that they were open. Coach Walter thanked him, and told the team to gather the equipment and he would be right back out to lead them to the locker room. They could tell he was nervous, and about to pee himself. Melissa looked at him, with the team nearby, and said "Coach, don't think about waterfalls! Or a faucet dripping!" He wanted to laugh, but was afraid he would piss himself. The rest of the team did not refrain. He ran off into the school to a chorus of belly laughs
He high tailed it into the school, down the hallway, and into the locker. Like a lot of schools, the opposing team used the other gender's locker room. He saw the urinals in the corner and made a bee line for them. Pants unzipped, he pulled his member out to get the relief he needed. He had a chance to laugh to himself, thinking about the team laughing at his predicament. He sighed, still unloading the contents of his water bottle, and turned his head to the side to take in the new school's locker room facility. And that's when his world changed.
The Athletic Director had opened the locker room about five minutes before the team had arrived. He had done so only because Jessica had arrived and asked him to allow her in. Recognizing her letter jacket, he showed her to the room and opened the doors for her. She planned to change, and work herself through a quick ball handling work out before the rest of the team arrived. She put on her Bluetooth headphones, and unbuttoned her shirt. Oblivious to the world around her, she laid the shirt on the bench and unsnapped her pants. Jessica shimmied the pants down her rear end, and then stepped out of them. She bent at the waist, picking her pants up to fold and place with her shirt. Because she had her headphones playing music, she did not hear the gasp of her coach.
When John had sighed relief and turned his head, he saw the most beautiful image of perfection he had ever seen. Jessica, bent at the waist, in profile to him. He gasped. Almost panicked. "What do I do? My career is over!" He thought to himself as she picked up her pants and put them on the bench. If she turned to her right, she would see the urinal he was currently using. Thoughts of panic were replaced with lust as she moved her hands up to undo her bra. John was in awe. His penis responded in kind. It was growing. And growing. And growing. In about fifteen seconds, he had reached his maximum length of just under seven inches. He watched as she slid the bra off her front and then stuck her thumbs inside her waistband of her underwear. She pushed those down, bent slightly at the knees and waist and removed them.
Lucky for John, her head was down. She turned his way, looking at the ground into her bag, giving him his best view yet. It was less than a second, but seemed like forever to him. Her breasts were spectacular, sitting high with very little sign of gravity having any effect on them. There were stretch marks on the sides, lightly showing the tremendous growth that had occurred in the last few months. Her nipples were erect, due to the chilly temperature in the unoccupied locker room. There was a slight brown tint to her nipples and areola. They looked fantastically proportioned for her large breasts' size. Looking down her body, he could see the definition of her abs. There was a well-defined "V" of her stomach and hip muscles leading into her pubic area. She had a small amount of brown hair, trimmed but not shaped. Her mound was slightly puffy, and John could see just the hint of her inner lips.
