He was standing near the grounds when the cheerleaders came out for their practice. They were in their full uniform as this was their last practice before the big game. He indicated to Cheryl as she walked past that he'd like a word.
"Cheryl, would it be possible for you to stop by my office once practice is over. There's something I need to discuss with you."
Cheryl smiled and nodded, silently cheering herself on. In the competition she was running with Nichole she was sure she was winning. She moved on, smiling happily.
"Nichole, would it be possible for you to stop by my office once practice is over. There's something I need to discuss with you."
Nichole was one of the last girls out of the changing rooms. She wasn't too surprised when Coach Anders stopped her and asked for a word with her. She smiled and nodded before running on to join the team. She was fairly confident she knew what Coach wanted.
Coach Anders wanted to know just what the two girls were playing at. He was new to the school and had been quite surprised at the reception he'd received from Nichole and Cheryl. He wanted an explanation.
When he'd realised he had a serious problem with the two young ladies Coach Anders had done his homework. Both girls were eighteen and were in their last year at the school. They were both competitive, becoming rivals as well as friends, often pitting themselves against each other, but with no apparent hard feelings when one came out on top. It was all just a game to them.
What was worrying the coach was that it appeared that he was the target of their latest game. He was relatively young for his position, although he had excellent qualifications. This wasn't the first school where he'd done coaching, even though it was the first school where he'd been the main coach and not just an assistant.
One of the first things that he'd learnt once he started teaching was that there were always girls who would flirt with the male teachers. Amongst the flirts there was always the odd girl who was serious, wanting to sleep with the teacher. Some for better marks, some because they had daddy issues, and some because they just wanted to notch another scalp on their belt.
Cheryl and Nichole didn't seem to fit any of these categories. They'd started out with the standard casual flirting and he'd responded in kind. Then all of a sudden they both seemed to flick a switch and make a definite move on him. Both of them seemed to want to drag him off to the nearest bed and Coach Anders was feeling wary and hunted. Yes, he was attractive to women, but not so attractive that they'd openly hunt him. Neither girl seemed put off by polite demurrals. They also didn't seem to register blunt suggestions that they stop bothering him. Coach Anders was now going to ask some pointed questions. Preferably before one of them slipped something in his drink and carried him away.
Cheryl arrived quite quickly after the practice. Before she could say anything Coach Anders held up a hand.
"Just a moment," he said. "Take a seat and I'll be with you as soon as I can."
Cheryl shrugged and sat. She wasn't sure what he was playing at but he was the boss. A couple of minutes later there was a knock and Nichole entered.
"Ah, Nichole," said the coach, smiling pleasantly. "Please, take the seat next to Cheryl. Now do I have your full attention?"
Apart from throwing each other a killing look the two girls tried to ignore each other. They focused their attention on the coach.
"Now, would one of you like to explain to me just what the fuck the pair of you are playing at?"
Now the girls exchanged looks. Rather startled looks.
"Ah, I'm not sure what you mean, sir," said Cheryl cautiously.
"What I mean, Cheryl, is that if you had a business card to give me it would probably read, 'Cheryl, Have bed, Will fuck'. Nichole, on the other hand, isn't quite that subtle. I have to check through the windows each morning before I enter my office in case she's in here naked, waiting to pounce. You might notice that both of you came running to my office as soon as I whistled without even stopping to ask me why?"
The girls were both blushing and trying not to look at the coach or each other. They'd never dreamt that he'd make such an accusation.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Nichole, trying to sound mystified. "Are you sure you don't have an over-active imagination?"
"Well, I always like to bet on a sure thing. You're both still in your cheerleader outfits. Considering those short skirts you wear, and the acrobatics you perform, modesty shorts are an essential part of the uniform, and you would have been wearing them at practice, especially with all the boys watching. Just stand up, show me you still have on your modesty shorts, and I'll apologise and put it all down to me having a wild flight of fancy."
Both girls blushed again and stayed seated.
"I'm waiting," Coach Anders pointed out. "You first Cheryl, seeing you were the first to arrive. Stand up, lift the front of your dress a little, and then you can probably run along. No? Do it now!"
A very reluctant Cheryl rose to her feet. Even more reluctantly she lifted the front of her skirt. As the skirt edged up it quickly became clear that whatever she was wearing wouldn't be called modesty shorts. An upwards indication from the coach's hand and she lifted the skirt higher.
"Um, no, I don't believe that they would be classified as modesty shorts. Or as panties, for that matter. What is that item you're nearly wearing?"
"It's a thong," came the muttered reply.
"Really? I'd sue. They forgot to include most of the material. Nichole, how about you show Cheryl what modesty shorts look like?"
Nichole stood but made no effort to show off her own modesty shorts.
"Well?" asked the coach. "Would you like Cheryl to lift your skirt for you? Don't worry. You saw what Cheryl had on. You could hardly do worse."
He laughed as Nichole's blush deepened.
"Or could you? Lift your skirt, Nichole."
A suddenly defiant Nichole lifted her skirt, glaring at him, a sidewards look daring Cheryl to say something.
"Very cute. I have to give Nichole the win in this instance. I see you shaved. I wasn't quite sure if Cheryl shaved or not, although I thought she probably had."
Both girls stood there, giving him the evil eye.
"So with one miniscule thong between you, are you still wanting to tell me that it's all my imagination?"
"It's not like you think," Cheryl protested.
"The fact that you're both still holding your skirts up and flashing me says it is."
