I couldn't help staring at Stacey's arse...it was so plump and round. Stacey was a slightly heavier girl, but it didn't harm her, as the weight went straight to her big arse. It was now perfectly presented to me in a pair of tight, light grey leggings. Whilst she kept goal my eyes just kept being drawn to it...
"Matt!" Quickly my attention snapped back to my job in hand - "Is it a goal kick or corner?"
"Erm...goal kick, defo."
"Great, stop staring at Stacey's arse and concentrate on reffing." Jade said with a smirk.
I had taken on the role as coach at a fairly serious amateur womens' team to make a bit of extra cash but also to gain experience. I mainly coached promising teenagers in the day, and to work with adults - who behaved as such was also refreshing compared to the arrogant teens.
My mates had ribbed me about spending two evenings and a Sunday afternoon every week with "a bunch of fat lesbians" Only one of my team was gay- and she was actually slim and attractive. Indeed there were many attractive girls on the team. Not only Stacey's arse entertained me- the parade of tight leggings and short shorts at training sessions often sent my mind racing. My cock would often get a semi, especially if it got hot and some girls would cast off their tops, playing in just shorts and sports bras.
After a few drills we were now playing a small sided match. I was the ref. A great excuse to stare at the girls! Suddenly, Josie, our left back cried out in pain as she stretched for a pass. Jogging over, I came to assess the injury. I was trained in basic physiotherapy, so might be able to help a little. "Pulled a hammy I think." She laid on her back and put her left leg in the air, allowing me to grab her just below the knee and hold the leg into the air, stretching the muscle.
"I'd prefer if you had both my legs in the air coach." she quipped. The girls giggled as I advised her to get changed then head home and rest. "We'll need you to fill in at the back coach." Chloe, our winger told me.
"I'd like you to fill me in from the back too." she bantered, performing for the giggling girls.
"Alright girls, but lets grow up."
I was marking Jade, one of our strikers through most of the ensuing minutes. Whilst trying to get past me, she would brush her body a bit too closely against me. Despite being a sweaty mess, she actually smelled good. She was a leggy 5'8'', with straight brunette locks and high cheekbones. She had a classically athletic figure, with a tight, toned arse. To go with these genetic gifts, she also had generous C-cup tits, that were even better to look at when not constricted by those damn sports bras...
I wasn't trying my best, but she did wrong-foot me a couple of times. She delighted in teasing me - "Didn't know you liked getting rinsed by a girl!" It was all in good fun and I actually enjoyed getting the better of her once or twice myself.
After 15 more minutes or so, I whistled for the end of the match and brought the ladies in together for a huddle. "Ok girls, it's the county cup final on Sunday so we'll need to be on our best game. Get plenty of rest and remember your roles on Sunday. You deserve to win, you just need to play to your full potential and you've got this. Shower up and see you on Sunday." As the girls showered, I walked to my car and drove off - still thinking about those tight arses...
On Sunday, I warmed up the girls before they headed to the changing rooms to change into their match kit, the team played in red with black shorts. The girls came onto the field and executed everything we'd planned perfectly. The first goal was scored by Chloe, our speedy left winger. Chloe had beautiful black skin and a huge beaming smile. She also had a large yet firm arse, with shapely, thick, functional thighs. She raced down the left wing to latch onto a through ball, before cutting inside and finishing in the bottom right corner. Next Emma, a slender, leggy girl- who would have looked more at place on a catwalk than a football pitch jinked down the right flank before whipping in a cross which was met by Jade's head and nestled into the corner of the net. Finally, Shannon, a compact yet cute blonde- and a hell of a good deep lying midfielder collected the ball in the centre circle. She looked up and sent a through ball splitting the other team's defence completely open. Jade raced onto the pass and deftly chipped the onrushing keeper. The goal was excellent.
10 minutes later the referee blew the whistle. The girls hugged each other and jumped around in delight. Before I knew it, they'd run over and jumped on me, bundling me to the ground. Being among a mass of soft, sweaty bodies was actually quite fun, and my cock firmed a little, so I quickly wriggled out to stop any embarrassment!
Cans of cider and lager appeared out of nowhere- the girls liked a drink once they'd put the hard work in. The girls were then presented with medals, before Shannon, our captain was presented with the cup. Beaming she called "Come on coach, join the photos!" Obliging, I stood next to Stacey as we posed for the photo before - splash!
I had been soaked in a bucked of powerade. The girls were in hysterics, and prodded and squirted me with their bottles to rub it in. "You fuckers!" they really couldn't stop their hijinks once they'd got the job done. After some more photos and cans- the girls retreated to the changing rooms. I would also now require a shower after their little prank- but I stayed at the pitch a few more minutes to thank the organisers.
I headed to the small building which house various sets of changing rooms. Entering double doors, I walked along towards the end of the corridor, which had men's showers for refs, coaches etc. Suddenly, a door to my right burst open, with steam and loud raucous singing streaming out. Shannon was stood there laughing, in bare feet. "Coach!" She was wearing a black sports bra with nothing but a thong on otherwise.
"Hi Shannon, congrats again."
"You have to celebrate with us coach, come in here!" As I opened my mouth to protest, Shannon grabbed my wrists and dragged me into the room.
A loud cheer greeted me, and a can of cider pressed into my chest. The girls were all in various states of undress, with nothing actually on show. Most still had their shorts on. In the corner there was large pile of disposed cans.
There was more singing and beer thrown around, and then suddenly Chloe began tugging on my tracksuit top - "It's time for showers coach!" I resisted, telling them I should really go back to the men's showers.
"Rubbish, you're coming with us!" cried Josie. As my tracksuit and underwear was ripped off me, garments were flying off around the changing room. Bras, thongs, briefs, socks were thrown around.