*Author's note: This is a follow up to my stories An Athlete's Wardrobe Malfunction and An Athlete Gets Wet. I suggest reading those first for context and information about the characters although I hope this story will entertain you as a stand alone work. Thanks for reading.
Two days after her latest 'accidental' exposure Amy was still buzzing from the excitement.
As she'd hoped her fan page was full of photographs and videos of her racing through the rain in her soaking wet, and effectively see-thru, kit. The comments were even more lurid then they'd been after losing her shorts in the long jump the previous week and she'd spent hours reading them and enjoying several orgasms as a result.
She was even more delighted when she discovered pictures of her had made it onto a number of other websites and even a mainstream sports magazine although they'd used photo-editing to preserve her modesty by blurring out her nipples and pussy lips.
It was training night and as Amy walked into her club's home stadium she got a few funny looks and there was a bit of pointing and laughing but as always she really didn't care.
She was heading to the locker room when she heard a voice boom out: 'Amy we need to talk!'
It was Coach Palmer and he didn't sound happy. Amy turned around and saw him standing a few feet away from her with a face like thunder. She followed him into his office.
'Take a seat Amy,' he said.
Amy did as instructed and the coach closed the office door before taking up his position in his seat behind the large wooden desk that dominated the relatively small room.
'Something wrong coach?' asked Amy.
'You could say that Amy yes,' he replied, 'that business on Saturday with you, shall we say, choosing your kit unwisely has brought a lot of unwanted attention to the club.'
'But...' Amy began only to be cut off mid-sentence.
'And coming only a week after your unfortunate shorts incident it's got people talking and they're not happy,' continued Coach Palmer.
'I can't help my shorts ripping and I just didn't think when I put on my white kit,' Amy said, trying to sound convincing.
'That's as maybe Amy,' the coach responded, 'but it doesn't look good. Some people are even saying you did it all on purpose.'
Amy opened her mouth to protest but Coach Palmer raised his hand to indicate she shouldn't speak.
'Now I'm not saying I agree with them,' he said, 'but we can't have any repeats. Harriers is a serious track and field club with a long history and we can't have anything tarnishing that.'
'I understand,' said Amy, 'but these really were accidents.'
'I've known you since you were 12 when your dad first brought you down here so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt,' he replied, 'but like I said we can't have anymore situations.'
'Ok coach,' she said.
'Good,' he responded, 'go get ready for training and I'll see you out on the track.'
Amy smiled as sweetly as she could and left the office. She didn't like lying to Coach Palmer. He'd always been good to her. But she knew she couldn't tell him the truth.
Her sensible side was telling her that was it. The 'accidental' exposure had to end. However, even with the coach's words still fresh in her mind there was a part of her which was sure she couldn't give it up.
Training came and went in a blur. Some of Amy's teammates clearly were unhappy with her but said nothing directly while others acted as normal. At the end of the session she was told she'd be back in the long jump for the next competition.
Coach Palmer reminded her of his warning as she left the stadium and she once again assured him it had all been accidental but she'd do everything she could to avoid it happening again.
As the week progressed and the next competition drew closer Amy was seriously conflicted. She didn't want to risk being thrown out of the club. She loved the sport too much.
But she also couldn't stop thinking about how exciting showing off for all those people had been, nor could she forget the fan page and all the anonymous strangers who'd been jerking off over pictures and videos of her exploits.
Finally there was masturbating for the fan page guy which was such a thrill. She remembered what he'd said about 'private' photos and the more she thought about that the more she liked the idea.
'No,' she said to herself as she pulled into the car park at the stadium on Saturday, 'you're an athlete. You're here to compete. Nothing else.'
She was resolved. They'd be no exposing herself today. In the locker room she changed into a black cropped shirt complete with sports bra underneath and a matching pair of shorts. Tracksuit on, she headed out into the arena and to the long jump area.
There was a large crowd in that corner of the stadium and as Amy put down her kitbag and started her warm up she could see people pointing at her. One man whistled loudly as she began stretching.
'What we gonna see today?' shouted a second man in her direction.
Amy ignored them and continued to get ready. She marked out her run up to the pit and had a few practice jumps.
She was never the most popular among the athletes as she preferred to focus on herself rather than chatting but today it was noticeable that none of her competitors wanted anything to do with her.
'Fuck them,' she thought, 'they're just jealous.'
Coach Palmer appeared and took a seat in the stands near the pit. He was obviously there to keep any eye on Amy.
There was an audible hubbub as she stripped off her tracksuit and prepared for her first jump. Around 10 media photographers were gathered around the pit obviously hoping to catch her revealing more.
Amy giggled to herself as she stood at the top of her run-up. All this attention and she wasn't going to show anything.
She hurtled down the runway then leapt into the sandpit. Standing up after her jump she quickly fixed her shorts which had, as always, ridden up into her ass crack. Then she checked the jump distance and made her way back to her kitbag and put on her tracksuit.
Amy caught a glimpse of Coach Palmer. He looked relieved and gave her a thumbs up. The photographers and many in the crowd didn't look so pleased.
'Come on sexy!' shouted a man from the first row, 'show us some skin.'
Again Amy ignored the remark and the rather large ripple of applause it drew. She was enjoying the attention and teasing all these people. It wasn't quite as good as exposing herself but it would do...for now.
She repeated the same routine for her next three jumps and each time the grumbling from a sizable section of the crowd grew more distinct.
Amy too was a little disappointed. The initial enjoyment of the tease was wearing off and she really wanted the buzz of the previous two weeks.
'What's going on?' said a voice she recognised.
Amy turned to see the fan page guy standing at the barrier which separated the crowd from the arena. She casually made her way across to him.
'What do you mean?' she asked.
'You know what I mean,' he said, 'you're showing less than you did before you found my website. There's a whole bunch of people here just for you and they're not exactly getting what they came for.'
Amy sighed. 'My coach gave me a telling off. I can't risk anything,' she said.
'So they weren't accidents?' said the man with a laugh, 'I knew it.'
'Well done you,' replied Amy, 'no they weren't accidents but I'll deny it if you say otherwise.'
'Hey I won't tell,' said the man, 'but come on you gotta give us something. Fuck your coach. You're getting famous and there are lots of track and field clubs if he kicks you out. You're fans expect!'
Amy felt a familiar rush of adrenaline surge around her body. She loved the idea of having fans and it was true there were other clubs.
Obviously seeing the expression on her face change and thinking he was getting somewhere, the fan page man said: 'You're the hottest girl in sports right now. Don't lose the moment.'
Without replying, Amy strode over to one of the officials and told them she needed to go to the toilet. As are the rules during competition she was accompanied to the bathroom.
With the official waiting outside the stall, Any pulled down her tracksuit bottoms and, using a small pair of scissors she'd put in her pocket, made a series of tiny cuts in her shorts. She had a good idea where and how deep to cut from her experience two weeks earlier.
Her work done, she rushed back to the long jump area just in time for her fifth attempt. She quickly removed her tracksuit and went to her mark.
Amy's heart was pounding and her entire body tingled with anticipation. Knowing she was almost certainly going to get found out this time made her impending exposure even more thrilling.
She bounced up and down a few times and could feel the material of her shorts ripping already. It was time. She sprinted down the track and leapt, stretching her legs out as far as she could in front of her as she sailed through the air.
