Senior Year, Gym Class
The sun beat down on the baseball field as I adjusted my green ball cap,
damn I hate this heat. Damn Coach T for making us play in ninety degree weather. Sure, if I had enough guts I would say something,
but no one had enough guts to say anything to Coach T, most were scared of him. I grimace as I wipe the sweat from my brow and try to concentrate on the game. No use worrying about things I can not change.
I feel my hand sweating in my glove as I wait for the pitcher to actually throw the ball, I keep my eyes focused as I think of who I am surrounded by. The whole gym class was guys, I the only girl. I could not stomach taking home economics and would have rather played sports and that was how I came to be in this class of all males. That's what I get for growing up a tomboy.
The pitch is thrown and the ball is hit toward me, a simple grounder to third and I scoop it up easily and throw it to first getting the out. Suddenly I am knocked over and my breath taken away as I am tackled by the runner who was coming from second base. I braced my body for the impact even as my eyes closed in reflex and then I hit the ground with my hip and I yell out from the pain.
As I lay there upon the ground trying to catch my bearings I realize that the body atop mine was not being too still, that in fact he has his hand on my breast and was groping me even as he knocked me over. I realized that that was his plan all along and that this was no accident. Cory had been trying to find ways to touch me since this class started. I had had enough.
Rage took over. I've no knowledge where I got the strength, but I pushed Cory off of me. I followed him as he fell onto his back, missing the circle that was starting to form around us. I attacked him, hitting and punching even as I screamed at him to never ever touch me again. I've no knowledge if he tried to hit back, only that I wanted to make a point to him and every other boy in this class who had tried to touch me over the past year. It was never going to happen again.
I'm pulled off of him and my arms held to my side and I finally notice the circle that had formed around us. I see the shock on all the faces of the boys who had for months taken turns seeing who could 'accidentally' grab my breasts or slide against me while I was not looking. I saw the faces of the boys who I had said no to every time they had asked me out and I had refused. I saw the faces of my repressors and I realized I was no longer repressed by them.
In their faces I now saw the respect I had failed to earn by how I played sports and I had gained it by beating up one of their own. As I calmed down I looked up and saw the face of Coach T, he looked to be in as much shock as the rest as he held me. He was refusing to let me go even as I stilled my movements.
Cory lay upon the ground covering up his head and as the silence finally reached his ears he removed them and looked up. His face turned red as he looked around realizing he had been beaten up by a girl in front of his peers and then ashen as he realized who held me. He stood slowly as he dusted off his clothes, the worry on his face evident. No one messed up in Coach T's class without paying the consequences.
"I want everyone except Lisa and Cory to go get their showers and get to class." T says to the silent students and I look on as everyone walks away. T lets go of me and I watch him warily as he looks at Cory. I've no idea what is about to happen and I'm scared to death. T didn't want me in this class in the first place. Everyone knew he was a chauvinist and that he hated teaching girls. That was why he taught Senior gym since only guys ever took that class. Seems I was the exception to the rule.
That was also the reason I had never said anything to him about any of the boys harassment. I refused to have him tell me that I should leave the class. I hated being put in that box of the little woman. I had been rebelling against it for years and I was not willing to stop now just for him or them.
Cory gives me a wary look as he picks up his hat that has fallen on the ground and I almost smile at him as I realize he must think I am very foolish. There's no way in hell even I would dare to attack him in front of Coach T. That man scared me entirely too much. I look over at T and he is just looking back and forth between me and Cory not saying anything. I think for a few minutes that he's going to kick me out of class, but he shocks me.
"Cory, go clean out your locker. You're off all sports teams and out of this class. If you complain to anyone, I will explain what happened here, understood?" T says finally as he looks at Cory completely ignoring me.
"Understood, Sir." Cory says meekly as he looks at the ground his face fallen and looking completely beaten down.
"Go, now." T says with such authority that Cory leaves as quickly as possible and I'm left watching his foot prints wondering what shall happen to me now. I turn to face Coach T and he is already staring at me. I'm caught off guard and I bite my lip as I look back. I refuse to back down from his stare no matter who he is.
"Why didn't you tell me how they were treating you?" The calmness of his voice surprised me, I was expecting anger.
I crossed my arms under my breasts as I answered him. "I was afraid you would make me switch classes."
He just looked at me, his gaze unreadable as he contemplates what to say next and finally I look away. Normally I can tell what someone is thinking, but with him I am lost.
"You won't be switching classes, but from now on I expect you to report any incidences to me immediately and they will be dealt with. Though I have a feeling that none of those boys or any others in the school will even think of touching you from now on." He smiles at me after he says this and I blush. That could be the first compliment Coach T has ever given any female that I know of.
"You have to get in and get ready for the rest of your classes, but I'll need you to stop by my office this afternoon after school and fill out an incident report. Will 3:30 be okay?" He glances down at my chest as he says this, but I don't think anything of it and I nod.
"Yeah, that should be fine. I'll see you then." I smile and say goodbye and head into the school to the girl's locker room. I stop at the full length mirror that's there on the wall opposite the door and I gasp. My shirt had been torn, the front shredded at some point and with my arms still crossed in front of me I saw what T had been trying not to look at.
My full 40dd breasts were almost bursting out of my black sports bra and with the added pressure of my arms underneath them it looked as if I was displaying them on purpose. As I took my shower washing the dirt and grime and sweat that I had gotten on me during the game and the tussle with Cory I started to forget about the awkwardness of knowing Coach t had been staring at my breasts. Could I blame him? They are gorgeous and I have always shown them off to their best advantage. I tried to forget about the whole situation
I got dressed quickly seeing I didn't have much time left in the hour, hurriedly slipping on my black thongs and bra and then my black miniskirt and the sleeveless dark pink top I had worn. Even though I was a tomboy I had learned a few years before that I loved dressing femininely. I was just a girl that loved to play sports as well as the boys do, that's all that was different about me.
The rest of the day went quickly. The boys gave me a wide berth as what happened in gym class became common knowledge. No school can ever keep a secret. The girls shunned me as usual, no idea how to talk to the girl who didn't enjoy the groping attentions of teenage boys. The teachers didn't change their attitudes toward me; I was still the girl with too much anger inside her to be a good girl.
The only class of the day I did enjoy was Spanish class. Senora Watson was my teacher and she was always so nice to me. I had been getting straight A's in her class from the beginning and we had always gotten along. After class she stopped me as I was leaving. I was due in Coach T's office in 15 minutes.
"Are you okay?" Senora Watson asked me as I stood at the door and glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Yeah, just a little shaken up, I'll be fine."
"I just wanted to make sure, I know you can take of yourself, but I wanted to know that mentally you were okay. Are you? If you need to talk I'll be here."
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I need to go do something, can I go now?" I only had 10 more minutes to get to Coach T's office and I didn't want to be late.
"Sure, take care of yourself, Lisa."
"I will. Thank you Senora Watson." I replied and hurried out the door hoping to get to his office on time. I'm not sure what I expected to happen if I was late, but for some reason I did not want to be.
