Athletic Trainer

Thanks for the encouraging words from my first story. Here is number two. I'm going to go ahead and apologize to anyone wanting a quickie, this is not it. As always, all characters in this story are fictional and over 18.

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Tom was very glad to have landed the new job as the athletic trainer for the women's sports department at the local university. He was also rather surprised that he got it considering he would be working with all of the college women athletes and he was sure that some female athletic trainers had applied. He also knew that his old boss from the local High School had given him rave reviews. She was skeptical hiring him as well, but she was desperate, and he was available and very well qualified. Tom had been the top of his class when he graduated college and came highly recommended by his teachers.

It didn't take but about 3 weeks before Sheila, the head Women's athletic trainer for the school district to realized she found a prize in Tom. Even though he was a young 23 years old, he displayed a very professional work ethic and she came to feel comfortable with him being hands on with the young high school women athletes. At times he had to work out cramps and stretch muscles with them and he never displayed any lude or disrespectful actions. Some of the little tarts would try to seduce him when they didn't think she was looking, and he simply brushed them off but tended to business in a respectful way. She was not thrilled to see Tom seeking a better position at the university, but she understood and was proud to be a part of molding him in his young career. She knew he would do well no matter where he went. After 2 years working with him, she had come to rely on Tom heavily to tend to the girls. Especially in pregame wrapping and post-game therapy and injury treatments. Always the professional, and the girls loved him as well.

Tom wasn't exactly a hunk or even all that handsome. He was just an average guy, six-foot-tall, average build, light brown hair that was already thinning a little. Sheila always thought he had the kindest eyes she had ever seen on a guy and the girls all saw the compassion in them when they were hurting and needed his help. He would be sorely missed and hard to replace at the High School the next year.

The Women's Athletic Director at the university was Dr. Sasha Blue. She was a no-nonsense kind of gal and expected nothing but the best from her staff. At staff orientation in late July, she introduced Tom to the coaching staff and made it very clear that there would be no shenanigans with the new male hire. She didn't really expect any problems because he wasn't really a hottie or even overly outgoing. She did however know a few of her female coaches as fun time girls. Better to nip any trouble in the bud to start with. Tom would be spending long hours working with all of these women and he hoped that they could all work together professionally and that they would respect him as a valued part of the team.

It wasn't hard for him to slide right into his job and all the ladies seemed to be willing to help him out with where things were and who to go to for different supplies and of course, what forms and other paperwork that had to be done so that all the bases were covered and the school was not held liable for stupid things some parents wanted to throw at them.

At first, Tom felt a little left out of the social circle of the coaching staff because the ladies would knock off after a long day of planning and strategizing and head to a club for their after work destress sessions. But after about a month, the week before preseason workouts started, the head volleyball coach asked Tom if he would like to join them and he jumped at the chance, he hoped not too obviously overjoyed at the chance to rub elbows with the coaching staff.

There were 8 of them all together. Only 3 of them worked the Volleyball team but the others were busy with their own sports and preparations as well. The Head volleyball coach was Janet Rose. She was a 40 something blond that looked like an amazon. She stood a good six feet tall and was slim but well proportioned. Her athletic build made even her normal sweats attire look sexy. Tom enjoyed the opportunities to watch her move but he knew she was very off limits and way out of his league, not to mention she was married and almost twice his age at 24 now.

The other two team coaches were not as hot as Coach Rose, but they were easy on his eyes as well. Coach Peggy Jones was a petite red head who also coached gymnastics. Her build was a true gymnast body and while not overly curvy, very pleasant to observe, especially when she was doing a gymnastic routine. The other coach was Sarah Smoke. Sarah looked more like a basketball player at about 5'11" and slender build. It was no surprise that she had 3 children as her breast had to be at least DD's on her slender build. Definitely a bit out of proportion and probably a nuisance to her on the basketball and volleyball courts. Tom rather enjoyed the banter at the club as they sat around the table swapping stories and he even enjoyed the slight teasing he was getting, being the only guy around. They swore him to secrecy and threatened his manhood if he ever shared any of their private gossip.

The first day of preseason workouts started bright and early Monday morning at 7 A.M. Tom was there on the bench facing the court while all the girls streamed in behind him. He didn't turn and look at them yet, but he could hear some of their voices as they were inquiring amongst themselves who the new guy on the bench was. He just smiled as he listened to all of their different speculations. He was dressed in his typical track sweatpants and basic team Tee. He was a bit surprised to hear some of them comment that he was cute but he ignored that because he knew where he stood in the looks department.

Tom was no stranger to the opposite sex. During his training in college he had to go through all of the different sports, both guys and gals, wrapping ankles and wrists, soothing cramps and muscle spasms, and helping with therapy and stretching when needed. He had had his hands on some very hot bodies while he was going through his training and had seen a lot of girls in not much more than panties and sports bra. He was no stranger to what that did to his body either.

He left the gym many times with a super boner and his girlfriend of 3 years helped him take care of that until about mid term before graduation. She informed him that she was going to London for her PHD studies and that while he was a sweet guy and fun in bed, he wasn't what she was looking for long term. They had experimented with a lot of different sexual positions and he had become a very astute student of the female anatomy thanks to his girlfriend June. But she was no longer around to help with that relief and so he was left to take things into his own hands and that sufficed so far.

Tom had dated one of the English teachers at the High School but after about 10 months she told him she didn't think they had what it took to be a lasting relationship. He had dated a few other ladies, but nothing felt right so he didn't pursue those. He had hoped to find a nice lady to build a life with at the university but to be honest, many ladies had an issue with his job. What kind of guy has his hands all over young female athlete bodies all day and doesn't act on it? That was the usual complaint that he got. It was simple jealousy on their part. Tom was a gentleman and astute professional, but they just couldn't believe that.

As Coach Rose stood before all the Volleyball girls, she went over the basic rules of the team. This of course stated that they would behave themselves and be good role models and stay out of trouble and most of all follow the coach's instructions at all times. After her rules speech she introduced Tom.

"Ladies!" she said, "We have a new member of the staff this year and he will be a huge asset to the women's teams. Mr. Tom Green. Mr. Green will be our dedicated athletic trainer. If you have any injuries or need joints wrapped or have need of minor therapy, Mr. Green is your man. However, you will NOT be discourteous to him just because he is a man among all of us ladies. Mr. Green is a professional and as such you will treat him with the respect he deserves. I know some of you girls like to tease the boys. Some of you flaunt what you got and outside these walls you can be your own person. However, in my gym and on my teams you will act accordingly."

During her speech several of the girls were making faces and giggling, obviously the ones she was referring to. As I looked around, I saw a wide array of different body types and different looks. Even in uniform gym clothes these girls showed their own personalities.

"Mr. Green" the coach stated, "Do you have any words of wisdom you would share with our athletes at this time?" I shook my head and stated that yes, I did. "Ladies I want to assure you that I will do my very best to help you stay safe and healthy. If you have any medical needs don't hesitate to seek me out and please speak freely. I am no stranger to lady athletes and nothing you tell me will shock me. Since however I am a man, I won't be walking into your locker room when you are in it so it is imperative that you seek me out in the athletic training office."

With my little speech done, I returned to my place on the bench. The girls were soon separated into squads and the work began. The very first thing was a half dozen girls came to me and said they needed their ankles taped up before they could do all the running and jumping exercises the coaches were about to put them through. As quickly as possible I stepped out of the gym just across the hall and opened my office. There were several chairs and 3 bench/beds to do my work. It took me about 5 minutes with each girl to get them taped up and ready to go and they all commented on how good it felt when they stood on the floor. I told them they would need to show up early for practices to get this done as the coaches didn't want to wait on them from now on.

There was no problem doing my job but the tight black spanks the volleyball girls wore left little to the imagination. Well-toned long legs leading up into the micro small spandex shorts that were skintight had the usual adverse effect on me. I had a nice boner that was pretty well concealed in my sweats. I spent the next half hour at my desk reading over emails and doing paperwork to get my mind off the fresh tight hard bodies I had just been handling.

About 30 minutes into the practice I had two girls help a pixy sized girl into the office and up onto one or the worktables. She wasn't sure if she hurt her knee or if it was just muscle cramps. The other two girls hung around until I shooed them back to practice. The little pixy was named Sonya. She was obviously of Hispanic decent as her skin was a beautiful golden brown, her hair was long and dark, held in a long braid down her back. Her deep brown eyes drew me in as she was almost in tears. I quickly jumped into action and began to examine her knee. After a few minutes of gently bending and stretching her knee I realized it was more of a muscle problem. Most girls slacked off during the summer months and this could be the result.

I worked my warm hands along Sonya's inner thigh and ham string. I had her turn on her stomach and continued to massage the stressed muscles of her thigh. I couldn't help but notice her exquisite little bubble butt, the way it stretched the spandex and was so deliciously tempting to just take a bite of. I knew I would need some relief soon or I was going to make a mess in my sweats. Not how I want my first day to go. I soon had Sonya feeling better and sent her back with instructions to keep hydrated and do a better job of stretching before afternoon practice. I also told her to come and check in with me before tomorrows practice so I could see if she was in condition to practice. I would at least get another look at her sexy little butt and get my hands on her lovely quads and hamstring.

I took the opportunity to slip into the in suite and find some quick relief before anyone else showed up. I felt much better. Shortly after that, practice was over for the morning. The girls would be back after lunch and a rest time for evening practice again. Two-a-days were pretty tough on them, but they needed it to get back into shape.

The coaches stopped by and enquired how Sonya was doing and if she was able to continue practice. I informed them she was just in need of hydration and conditioning as it was just bad leg cramps. They invited me into the coaching office for lunch and I was happy to join them. Coach Jones enjoyed teasing me about how I must enjoy my hands-on job with those tight body athletes and while it was harmless teasing, I still blushed like a virgin on prom night.

They had no idea how it really affected me, or did they? Peggy stripped off her sweats and sat all relaxed in her little gym shorts and tight tank top that said Coach on the back. Was she teasing me or was she just being her normal self and feeling comfortable around me? I wasn't sure but it did catch my attention for sure.

I took longer eating my sandwich than I should have as I would sneak peeks of her well-toned short legs disappearing into those tight little shorts. Man, she was a hottie. Too bad she was out of my league. I learned she had a boyfriend and of course he was some jock and probably made two of me. It still didn't keep me from enjoying the view. No harm looking, I say. I was thankful I had an opportunity to take care of my "job stress" earlier so my sweats didn't stand like a tent in front of my colleges.

Before the afternoon practice, the tape up girls showed up on time and I was able to get them out and ready in plenty of time. They seemed grateful for what I was doing for them. It's nice to be appreciated, especially by a bunch of beautiful young ladies. My job had a few nice perks I suppose. I did know however that those girls were definitely Off Limits for me. Not that any of them would be interested any way. I was a good 5 years older and not one of their handsome jocks that most of them went for. I was more the nerdy quiet guy they were usually mean to and played pranks on. At least that is how it was in my student days. I suppose as a staff member most of the girls would heed Coach Rose's warning and play nice. Some of these girls would end up needing me to be nice to them so they best play by the rules.

Practice went well and I didn't have any more injuries to tend to so my clean up went pretty fast after practice. Sonya did check in with me and told me she was feeling better. Just before I was about to close the office, one of the senior captains stepped into the door and asked if I had a moment. Racheal Rivers, a buxom brunet with a strong athletic build and beautiful curves in all the right places. I had noticed her at the meeting earlier today and tried not to stare. She sat down in a chair and told me she needed some advice. I pulled up another chair and sat across from her about a foot away and asked her what was up.

She proceeded to detail an injury at the end of season last year that kept her out of the playoff game and subsequently benched her from track that spring. I assumed she was a speed sprinter from those amazing thighs she was showing so much of in those spanks. I asked her to tell me more and she went into detail how she had torn a ligament in her knee and had also sprained her hip in the process. She told me that her therapist had released her to return to full activity, but she was feeling some tinges of almost pain, or something, in her thigh and her hip.

After we talked a bit more, I told her some stretches to do each day and we talked hydration and the usual stuff to keep her healthy. She thanked me and proceeded to leave. As she stepped through the door, she stuck her head back in. I couldn't help but notice her amazing breasts as she leaned her head back in and my breath caught in my throat.

She asked if I could help her with some therapy if she needed it and I reassured her I could, all the while I couldn't bring my eyes up from her nipple poking straight up through her sports bra. She flashed me an amazing smile and disappeared through the door. I hoped she didn't realize I was ogling her fantastic rack as she talked but I figured she didn't give it a second thought. I am sure she was used to guys drooling over her body all the time.

At the beginning of practice the next day, Sonya popped back in and said her thigh was bothering her again when she was stretching, so I had her hop back up on the bench and gave her a strong deep tissue massage. My hands worked from her knee up to just below the hem of her shorts, which were tiny millimeters from her sweet little honey pot. I would swear I heard her moan as I was working my thumbs along her upper thigh. My thumbs pressed on the Gracilis and Sartorius muscles and she flinched at the tightness. She definitely needed to stretch these better or she would be on the injured list in no time.

I finished and then showed her some specific stretches she could do to help those muscles. As she attempted them on the worktable her legs spread wide and stretched the thin material of her spanks and I swear I could see her labia lips imprinted on them. I wondered is she was even wearing panties. I was pretty sure I could smell her girl juices as well but ignored it being the professional I was. I was wearing a slight grin on my face knowing she was getting turned on by my handy work. I sent her off and filed my reports before heading into the gym to watch. I never tired of watching sweet young well-built girls jumping and running and stretching their bodies in a very natural way. I was in the right place as far as I was concerned.

So, the week proceeded, several other girls stopped in for this and that, and I treated each one with professional care and other than some up close ogling of their sweet tight bodies, nothing stood out. It was business as usual. Coach Jones still kept up the tease about me "Handling" all the pretty girls, but she was just yanking my chain.

As school started, the girls got used to me being around and most of them seemed to accept that I was just another faculty member and ignored my presence unless they needed me. This gave me opportunities to see more and hear more than most any other guy they knew. I was privy to most of their conversations about guys they were dating, who they were screwing and who was doing what with whom. That wasn't a big deal, but I did get my ears full at times. I soon found who the players were and who the good girls were.

I was a bit surprised to find that the buxom beauty Rachel Rivers fit into that good girl category. She wasn't dating anyone, and she didn't hang with the wild party girls either. I was intrigued to find she was the implicit image of the "girl next door" and hoped to get to know her better, strictly as a professional mind you.

I didn't have to wait long for that to happen because as of the end of the first week of school, just after the first scrimmage she slid back into my office and informed me she was feeling her old injuries and asked if I could help her to keep from relapsing and being knocked out of the picture her Senior Year. I was more than happy to accommodate her, and we began to discuss things she had done in the past and I had a few ideas of my own.

One of the things we decided to try was the ice bath. She said her hip was hurting her and that was even making her knee feel weak as she had begun to give in to it. The ice bath was a stainless metal tub that had a built-in seat and water with jacuzzi type jets that could be used if desired. This is a therapy that only the really dedicated athlete is willing to use as it's damn cold and before you are done your teeth are chattering and you are shivering. It is very effective however and Rachael was willing to endure it to stay in the game.