Disclaimer: I began writing this story in late 2015. All are over 18 years of age. This story is completely fictional. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in real life. All the names, places, or events living or dead are purely coincidental.
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Part 1~ Meeting the Team.
During the summer of 2041, Amy Baxter and Abigail Anderson had many meetings over their official swim suits and training regime. It was decided that Steve and Abby would buy their swimsuits the first day of the school year; then emerge from the coach's office to model the suits on that second Wednesday. The mother and son had fun trying on their costumes in the changing area together. Abby, Steve, and Bettie were comfortable being nude in front of each other since her ex left them. Bettie is Abby's daughter, she is six years older than Steven and is a swim coach in the same Arizona school her mother attended.
It was finally Wednesday. Abigail was taking laps nude in her pool, today she was anxious because she will be meeting the school's first swim team. Swimming always calmed her nerves, but being nude made her feel better, especially since her ex-husband closed up his business two years ago and took off with a eighteen year-old girl that worked for him.
No one except her son Steven, knew the Principal Ms. Baxter, had hired a female to coach the new swim team. Due to the new state regulations, each school could only have six on the team; three males and three females. The coach was allowed to have one assistant. The college was small so it had no pool, so Ms. Baxter had to make arrangements to use a pool from a private club.
At 2:45 the new swim coach applied hair remover to her arms, pits, legs, and bikini area, then took a shower. She placed Steven's and her swim attire in her bag, leaving the house wearing only a white sun-dress and flip-flops by 3:30. Abby parked in the staff lot, upon entering the building she showed her facility ID to security and went to the gym. As she entered, maintenance had just opened the divider. Soon after the last bell rang, Ms. Baxter entered with Steven right behind. Mother and son went in the office to change, while Amy waited. She gave her short welcome speech to the first swim team of Southend College after they all arrived.
"Welcome to Southend College first swim team. We are a new school, barely three years old. We are slowly building our sports teams, so we may compete through-out the state. To qualify this campus must have a full complement of students, which means none of our sports teams will be eligible until next year. It was a tough decision to pick the best six out of the numerous students that signed up."
First, all of you are good swimmers to begin with. Next, all your past and current teachers give you high praise. Finally, to remain on this team you must keep your grades to at least a B. Now with no further ado, it is time to meet your new coach and the six member of our new swim team. Ms. Abby Anderson and her son, Steven. They will be wearing the official swimsuit of the team. It is your responsibility to buy and care for you garment. Ms. Anderson will teach the proper swimming styles the judges will be looking for when you compete next year."
As soon as Abby and Steven heard their names they walked barefoot out of the room toward the group. Their swimsuits were the same type and style swimmers wear in the Olympics, only without the liner. The suits were a shinny black, Abby's nipples and camel-toe could be seen; as well as the outline of Steven's penis and testicles. This idea was totally Amy Baxter's, she insisted on attending their fittings because she enjoys looking at the human form weather it was male or female, Abby and Steven also had the same fetish. They kept secret that they wanted the team to practice nude.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman. You may address me either as Abby or coach; this includes you Steven, but only during swim practice and meets. Since the pool we will be using is being used today, I choose for us to get antiquated and go over some ground rules. Please do not speak until I have finished. I will answer questions either in a group or in private."
"First, we all must be honest with one another, with honesty there is trust. Being part of a swim team or any team for that matter requires the strictest of disciplines."
"Next, as you can see our swimsuits are quiet revealing, also all body hair must be removed from neck to toe, this cuts down on the drag. Males may have a small mustache, but I rather you didn't. I suggest you use a hair remover lotion, but you may shave or wax if you prefer. This is mandatory, if you show up at any practice unshaven you will be penalized.
"Next, we will be meeting three times a week; Monday's and Wednesday's after school for two hours, the school will provide transport to the center. Your parents will pick you up afterward. Also Saturday's from 10:00am to 2:30pm, a parent or guardian will insure you arrive on-time, then take you home. Anyone missing one practice without prior notification will be removed from the team and an alternate will take his or her place.
"Next, each of you will maintain a passing grade in all subjects; or you be removed from the team and an alternate will take his or her place."
"Next, each of you will obey every instruction I give, or the same will accrue."
"You may think this is harsh, I assure you it is not. I have been on the swim team from junior high all through college, these rules were standard. However, if there is a legitimate excuse I will be happy to listen, if you can not make a practice you must advise me in advance. If I agree, you will make up that day at my convenience."
"Are there any questions?"
Abby saw that her team became to shy to talk in front of their Principal. She took Ms. Baxter to the side, exchanged a few words, then Amy left the gym.
"Now that the Principal is out of the room, anything you tell me does not go beyond us. We are a family, you can tell me anything."
One female freshman raised her hand, Abby told her to state her name and asked her question?
"My name is Brenda Davidson, I would like to know how you could not be embarrassed wearing a suit like that, we could see everything? Y-you want us to be naked in front of lots of people? I-I don't think I c-could wear something like that?
"Brenda, I am sure you've seen swim meets or the Olympics on television. All swimmers have to wear suits of this type, it must be snug to your body so water don't fill the garment and you have to work harder to swim. Modesty is the first obstacle you all have to overcome. It was for me, so I know how you must feel."
A sophomore male was next, he was tripping over his words, Abby had to process his question for more than a few minutes, before she could answer.
"I-I'm Robert B-B-Brown, when I f-first saw you, I t-t-thought you looked f-f-familiar. My mom has a p-photo of h-herself standing next to a w-woman t-they w-were m-m-much y-younger, I-I t-think in their teens, only her h-hair is d-darker. Her n-name is A-Abigail H-Hunter, and she w-won f-five g-gold and two s-sliver medals in the 2016 summer O-Olympics in s-swimming. Y-You w-w-wouldn't be r-r-related to her, w-would y-you?"
"First Robert, I'd like you to take a few deep breaths, gather your thoughts before you talk. When you stutter it shows nervousness. My, you are observant. As I said earlier we must be honest with each other, so we could trust. The truth is, that photograph is probably me, but that was almost twenty-five years ago. When we returned from Rio, our coach and the U.S. Olympic committee put us on a twenty-five city tour. The biggest meet the Olympians was in Orlando, I took over two thousand photos with fans. I had hoped it would be a few months before I was recognized, please keep this just between the seven of us for the time being."
