With the score tied at two each, the first half drew towards a close. It was a chilly afternoon and Jane shivered on the substitutes' bench, silently cursing herself for picking up a slight ankle knock in the last game which had got her dropped from the starting line up. Beside her, Amanda started to peel off her tracksuit bottoms. "I'm going to do some stretches to warm up," she said to Jane, "care to join me?"
"Good idea," said Jane, who immediately began wriggling out of her own tracksuit. She lowered her voice and turned to Amanda. "Between you and me," she said in a hushed tone, "I'm in danger of freezing my arse off if I sit here any longer."
Amanda laughed. "So?" she enquired as they made their way to the edge of the pitch, "Did you have fun on Wednesday evening?"
Jane threw Amanda a puzzled glance. "Meaning what?" she asked nervously.
"With Mr. Reid, after I left," replied Amanda, "It was pretty obvious what your intentions were. He'd have probably had you there on the kitchen table if I hadn't been there." Jane flushed slightly, Amanda had seemed oblivious to her far from subtle flirting with their maths teacher. "Maths certainly isn't the only thing he's good at," Amanda continued, giving Jane a knowing wink.
"You don't mean..." Jane began to ask.
Amanda laughed. "Oh yes. There's only two of us on the Wednesday group, you'll take it up to three. The other girl frequently doesn't show up so after my lesson, I'm usually able to show him how grateful I am for his help." She shrugged then continued, "If you're going to be a regular at these sessions, we'll have to work out a system for sharing him."
"But what about his wife?" asked Jane.
"Oh we work around her," Amanda admitted. "She's a nurse and frequently works nights." She smiled and giggled briefly, an evil glint in her eye. "We almost got caught a few weeks ago," she said, "His wife came back for some papers she'd forgotten. He was doing me in one of his daughter's outfits. I had to lock myself in the bathroom until she left.
"No!" gasped Jane in astonishment. She had never guessed that Amanda a darker side, she always seemed so quiet and sensible.
"Oh yes," Amanda continued, "He was just about to blow his load when we heard the front door open. There was just enough time for him to pull his dick out of my arse and tuck it away while I made a dash for it. Thank God she didn't have to go into their daughter's room. My clothes lying discarded on the floor would have taken some explaining."
Jane and Amanda both looked stunning in their hockey skirts and tight tracksuit tops. Jane had her long blonde hair, parted in the middle and tied back. Her tracksuit top was tight, fitting her shapely body like a glove. Amanda was almost as tall as Jane, her figure, whist not quite as shapely, was still impressive; slender yet with flowing curves. Her short brown hair was thick and wavy. Her face was quite attractive, but not as sweet and innocent looking as Jane's.
The tracksuit tops that they wore were tight, ending just at their waists, so that when either of them lifted their arms, their flat stomachs were visible. They were all white except for two thin red stripes running down the sides and down the sleeves. The red letters "St. Mary's", about four inches high, ran across their chest. Their skirts were red, with twelve inverted white pleats and were extremely short, ending just below the crotch They showed off the girls' long, shapely, tanned legs. Their white hockey pants were tantalisingly on display whenever one of the girls bent over. White knee socks with red-and-white hockey shoes completed their strip.
The girls began to do their stretching exercises, bending over, touching their toes, sitting on the grass with their legs spread apart to stretch the muscles, as they talked. "Don't look now, Jane," said Amanda, "but there's about ten men watching us right now."
"Really?" said Jane, pretending not to notice.
"Oh, yeah. One guy even has a camera with a big lens," Amanda added.
"Guess they want a show, huh?" asked Jane.
"Of course," replied Amanda,."That's why they come out here. Most of them don't even have kids in our school. They just want to get turned on by us."
"You think?" asked Jane, laughing.
"You bet. Most of those guys don't care about this games. They just want to imagine screwing us," stated Amanda in a matter of fact tone. Jane laughed. She was developing a new found respect for her team-mate. "You want to give 'em a show today?" She asked.
"Sure," Amanda answered, smiling "Why not?"
The two girls continued stretching, exaggerating their movements, making them slowly. Jane stood up and bent over, stretching her hamstrings. Facing away from the supporters, she proudly displayed her magnificent rear end, clad in the white hockey pants, to the stares of the men in the audience. "Hey, Jane," said Amanda softly. "That guy with the camera is taking your picture." Jane grinned. It thrilled her to tease the guys like this.
Amanda lay on her back, facing the supporters. She raised her knees high in the air, then spread her legs slowly and brought them together again, displaying her crotch to the watching men. "I think that's enough for now," she laughed as she stood up.
Jane looked round and saw Mr. Fitzgerald, their coach. He was staring directly at her.
"Maybe we should do a little more," Jane said as she winked at Mr. Fitzgerald. "All right," said Amanda, grinning mischievously.
