Jim rolled a university massage table down the hall in the athletics building. He was in his final class, training to become a massage therapist, and had been assigned to intern for Coach Raudy with the Pussycats, the school's soccer team. The women's team; the guys were the Bobcats.
He had to admit, it seemed like a pretty pleasant assignment. But his internship was an important step toward his future career. He would be nothing but courteous and professional.
"Here you are," said a big man in gym shorts and a windbreaker walking up beside him. "I'm Bill Raudy but everyone just calls me Coach. Here, let's take it in this way." He led Jim into a corridor of equipment rooms and coaches' offices, and Jim pushed the table along after him. "I'm glad you're here. These girls get knotted up as old shoelaces out there on the field, and I need them loose and limber at game time."
"Yes sir, they'll be in good hands with me."
"That's good to hear, son."
Bill turned a corner and suddenly Jim was wheeling his massage table into a large locker room. Judging by the steam and the sounds of running water and female voices, the showers were on the other side of the row of lockers. There were a handful of girls on the bench, in various states of undress. One was lounging by a wall, completely naked, talking to a couple of others with towels held loosely around themselves. They turned and smiled at Jim as they heard the table roll by.
"Ooh, yeah," said the naked one with an excited little bounce, making her tits jiggle nicely. "Who goes first?"
"Back off Lana," said another, reaching back to rub her hip. "I'm so tense back here, I need it way more than you!"
"Settle down girls," said the Coach gruffly. "Everyone will get plenty of time on the table. This young man will be here all semester to take care of you."
The girls clapped and cheered. Jim watched happily as one of their towels dropped a bit, revealing another pair of breasts, damp and perky with small pink nipples.
"Let's set it up over here," said Bill, indicating an alcove across from the lockers with some open space between racks of balls and piles of cleated shoes and shin guards. They moved the table into place and the Coach gave Jim a hand unfolding it.
"These girls work hard, they practice hard," he was saying. "And they play hard. Here's the thing, they win their games. So long as they keep tearing it up out there, I say they can do as they please in here. They're an asset to this school, you understand?" He snapped the headrest down into place. "What I'm saying is just give 'em what they want, alright son?"
"Yes sir, I always do my best to satisfy my clients."
"I don't know if these clients *can* be satisfied," the Coach said with a laugh, "but that's the right attitude!"
By now Jim could hear the showers shutting off and more girls heading to their lockers. Soon they came into view, wet and naked, talking and laughing. Some picked up towels and began to dry off, or wrapped them around their hair and just let the water drip off their fit young bodies as they walked around. Jim could see that most of their pussies were shaved bare, or had little landing strips of neatly trimmed fuzz above smooth lips.
Their asses were fantastic, and their thighs rippled with strong muscle beneath soft wet skin. They were also covered in scrapes and bruises, which Jim actually found very hot, visualizing the girls throwing themselves into dirt and mud and rival players as hard as they could. He knew they played in uniforms, but in his mind he could only picture them doing it dripping wet and fully exposed, as they were now for him. His cock was taking notice; he'd have to get used to this or he'd have a raging erection and aching balls all semester.
Some of the girls were gathering near the massage table now, hands on each other's shoulders as they leaned in to see the new addition. Lana was right in front, practically jumping up and down; it looked like she had to go pee, she was so excited.
"Please pick me first," she said breathlessly. Her hands clutched each other between her lightly tanned thighs and her breasts quivered with each bounce. She had hard, long nipples, and large areolas just a shade darker than the skin around them.
"Christ, Lana, get up there before you have a seizure," said the coach. "Remember, give 'em what they want," he said, and slapped Jim on the back as he stepped out.
Lana wasted no time, hopping up on the table and lying face down. "Sorry girls," she gloated through the face hole. The cluster of mostly nude young ladies around them protested weakly as they settled down to watch.
Jim warmed some oil in his hands and began to rub gentle circles around her shoulder blades and down her back. "So do you have any sore areas you'd like me to focus on?" he asked.
"It's kind of like, up where the tops of my thighs meet my butt," she said, rolling her pelvis upward and gesturing at the crease below her ass cheek with one hand. She glanced over her shoulder, meeting his eye for a second. "But, like, deep inside, you know?"
"I see," he said, pouring more oil over her back, and drizzling some down the crack of her ass. He worked his fingers into her flesh, massaging her shoulders and along her spine, reaching her buttocks and spreading the oil in circles over her cool, round cheeks. He worked his way down to her thighs, pressing into the muscles there with his thumbs, sliding right along the slippery crease of her ass.
