Chapter 2: Training
Carl picked me up to take me to training. I'd been looking forward to it since being invited but hadn't known what to expect. Carl explained that they just did exercises and ran through some rugby things. I didn't understand any of it but Carl said I would be ok. They were not doing a full training session, just one for me.
Carl asked, "Are you up for some fun tonight Rian?"
"What do you have in mind?" I giggled.
"I don't know, some groping, maybe more?"
"Sure, I was expecting that anyway."
"So you don't have a problem with it?"
"No, tell them to go for it," I laughed.
There were a dozen guys left training with the coach when I walked out to the pitch with Carl. The coach had a huge smile as we approached the players. We stood waiting a little distance away, while he finished his talk. After a few minutes he turned towards us and left the players. "Have fun," he joked.
I giggled but didn't get a chance to reply before he marched back to the clubhouse. I was still wrapped in Carl's coat as they came over to greet me.
"Are you ready then?" one asked.
I nodded eagerly and began removing the coat. The players could barely contain themselves as they caught sight of what I was wearing. I had taken a few outfits with me and after my little chat with Carl I'd decided to go for it. I had on a pair of very tight and very thin lycra shorts with a matching top. That was it, I'd left off all underwear. They were all staring at me and Carl was muttering something to one of them.
I followed the guys out onto the pitch and left Carl to watch us. We began by running up and down to warm up and then some stretching exercises. I keep quite fit anyway so I was enjoying this and kept up with the guys easily. Eventually we began running little rugby games and they were a lot harder but much more fun. We started off passing the ball as we ran in a line; it's much harder than it sounds. I had so much trouble keeping up the further down the line I got. After a while we changed again and did what they called line outs. We formed two lines and one player through a ball down between the lines. It was fun because they were throwing me up to catch the ball. It was hilarious and they were all taking the opportunity to have a grope.
On one occasion as one guy picked me up to catch the ball he put a hand under my ass. I sat there as the ball flew past me and all I could do was laugh. He just held me up there with his hand on my crotch and ass. After a few seconds he lowered me down and we got ready to start again. I was laughing with everyone else and it was clear I wasn't bothered by him touching me.
Now everyone wanted to pick me up and they were far from shy about touching me. They were constantly running theirs hands over my ass and breasts and I was allowing myself to fall against them.
Time was getting on and we changed training again. The guys formed a scrum. I had to get the ball when it was released and pass it to another guy or run with it. I could hardly stop laughing as I was dragged to the ground, time and time again. Carl had said something to them and it had obviously been about me. They didn't waste an opportunity now and were all over me.
As I took the ball and made a run for it, one player grabbed at me and ripped my top. It was just under the arm so didn't bother me but I knew where things were heading. A few goes later and I was off again, picking up the ball and running for all I was worth. I was quicker off the mark but they soon caught me and I was dragged to the ground.
As I climbed to my feet, my shorts had been pulled down below my ass and my pussy revealed. I giggled as I hoisted my shorts back up and wandered back for another scrum. My next attempt to get away with the ball was a disaster when I slipped and they all dived on top of me, groping every inch of my body before we started again.
This time I was determined to get more than a few feet. I grabbed the ball and made a run for it dodging past a player I burst into open space. I was running full speed when I crashed to the ground but this time the player hadn't finished. He grabbed my shorts and yanked them down. With all the other players standing over me, he continued and I was rolling around on the ground laughing as he pulled them off completely. I lay there laughing for a minute, naked from the waist down. I wasn't trying to hide myself, there didn't seem much point. For a moment I waited anxiously wondering if they had the courage to take things further.
One player helped me to my feet and I felt a little disappointed they had missed an opportunity. I picked up my shorts which had been ripped almost in half. Another player asked, "Are you done then?"
I laughed as I stood there naked from the waist down, "I'll go again."