Dressy

You finally settle on the tan skirt, peasant blouse, and boots, figuring that this is the most appropriate attire. It will be professional enough that the team will be reminded that you’re their coach and not just another one of the girls, plus the boots will allow you to wrap your ankle without advertising that you’re not 100%. After running the curling iron through your hair you put on your wire frame glasses and apply a small amount of pink lip gloss, “Just because I’m the coach doesn’t mean I have to look frumpy” you think. Checking the time you see that it’s 6:55, as it will only take you five minutes to get to the visitors hall you try to give Taylor a call to see if her training session is over but no one answers.

You decide to head on over to the party figuring that if you take your time you can manage to get there a little after seven and still be fashionably late. When you arrive you are surprised to see most of the girls are already there as well as a few that aren’t on the team. To your relief everyone is dressed as Hillary suggested, you had half expected some crazy outfits given the teams reputation. As you step into the room Hillary spots you and makes her way over, never taking her eyes off of you. She is dressed in a loose fitting white skirt that comes to mid thigh, a black tank top with thin spaghetti straps, and a pair of strapy black sandals, her long dark hair cascades across her shoulders. As she makes her way through the other girls you can’t but help notice the grace and ease with which she moves.

Her intense gaze and feline grace make you feel like prey being stalked by a lioness. A small, but not unpleasant, shiver runs through your body at this analogy and you look around to find something to distract you from this feeling. You take in the decorations that the girls have set up. It's pretty much the typical streamers, balloon, and crêpe paper affair you expected. There is a table with refreshments, punch, chips, some sandwiches, brownies, and a large cake with "Welcome Coach Jane" on it. At the front of the room their is a decent D.J. booth set up on a stage, but it appears to be running off of an mp3 player at the moment with no one behind the equipment. What really catches your attention though is underneath a banner proclaiming "Welcome Coach Doe” is a large picture of you. It appears to have been taken at swim practice and is of you climbing a ladder to exit the pool looking back over your shoulder with a small smile on your lips. Your skin and swim suit, which hugs your every curve showing off all your assets to their full advantage, glistening as the sunlight reflects off your wet form While it's a really good picture, it actually reminds you a bit of that scene in Fast times at Ridgemont High, and thinking about how it could be seen as provocative you feel a little embarrassed at it being displayed up there.

"You have to hand it to Nikki", you hear Hillary's voice right beside your ear, "she certainly knows a great shot when she sees it". You had been so busy contemplating the picture that you hadn't heard her come up behind you, which combined with her warm breath tickling your ear, startles you causes you to break out in goose bumps and gasp.

You turn around more quickly than you intended and catch Hillary straightening up with a mischievous grin on her face. “Oh I’m sorry coach Jane; I didn’t mean to startle you”.

"That's alright Hillary I just didn't hear you come up", you say placing a hand on your chest to cover your racing heart. "It certainly seems like a decent turn out although I don't recognize some of the girls; I thought it was supposed to be a team party?"

"Well you know how it is, some of the girls wanted to invite some friends and I had to invite some of the girls who helped set up. I hope you don't mind."

"No, I guess not. I just don't want it to turn into an all campus rage. The board asked me to try and put a stop to the teams’ craziness not expand it."

"I promise coach Jane it won't get out of hand. Just think of it as getting to know some of your other students besides the swim team. As a matter of fact there's some one I'd like to introduce you to". With that Hillary takes you by the hand and leads you through the other girls looking around until she spots some one. As she continues to lead you by the hand you see the girl in question. She is a tall red head with her silky hair gathered up and pinned back and small cats eye frame glasses. She is wearing a tight fitting short sleeve blouse with the top couple of buttons undone so you can see the white tank top underneath which serves to tastefully accurate her ample chest, a fitted grey skirt, and a pair of black fur lined boots with a three inch heel that come up to mid calf that display her long legs nicely. The over all effect is that of a sophisticated and intelligent young woman who embraces her sex appeal.

"Mary Jane" exclaims Hillary finally letting go of your hand to embrace the other girl. You notice that she is only slightly shorter than Hillary and can't help but feel tiny compared to these two young ladies who each have almost half a foot height advantage over you. "Mary Jane, I'd like you to meet the guest of honor tonight coach Jane", Hillary says as she steps behind you as if presenting a prize to Mary Jane. "Mary Jane is the editor of the school year book, as wellas lead reporter and assistant editor of the school paper".

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Doe. I've heard a lot about you". Mary Jane shakes your hand while looking you over with what you assume is her critical reporters’ eye before braking out into a winning smile.

"I didn't realize I was all that news worthy", you say with a smile. You find yourself a little nervous finding out that you are the talk of the school. You had only been here a short while what could you have done that could have gotten people talking?

"Well you see we don't often get a new teacher here at Cleopatra prep and when we do it tends to be big news. Especially since you are so young." Mary Jane says and swirls her punch around in her glass and takes a sip watching you over the rim.

"What about Miss Kiss? She just started last year and she's the same age as me."

"That's another thing that has the students talking. We're wondering how this influx of new young teachers will affect things here. The hope is that they will be able to relate to us better. For a few years the board of trusties tried hiring teachers who had been at other schools for awhile but they didn't relate to the girls here well. They hadn't been alumni of the academy and were rather set in their ways and didn't seem comfortable with the 'Cleopatra culture'. The thinking is that maybe with a woman just out of college she'll be more likely to adapt to life here. Miss Kiss has seemed to have made the adjustment rather nicely according to the soccer team." Mary Jane says and shares a look with Hillary. "Speaking of which..." she says turning her attention to the door.

You turn to see what has caught the two girls’ attention and can't believe your eyes. Concheta is standing in the entrance in white tie front tank top with lace trim around a plunging neck line that exposes a lot of her ample cleavage, a short black ruffled skirt, and a pair of wedge heeled sandals. With her is a shorter girl who's shoulder length red hair is dyed a bright orange at the bottom tips wearing a pair of tight low rise denim shorts, a tight black tank top with a Lynyrd Skynyrd logo on the front, and a pair of calf high boots with a buckle and gem stones on the strap with a small one inch heel. But what really has caught your attention, and most likely the other two girls, is Taylor. Your friend is standing there in a purple lace tank top with frilly trim, a short denim mini skirt that is frayed along the bottom edge, and a pair of thigh high glossy black boots. Her soft blond curls hang across her shoulders, her light blue eyes are accented by dark eyeliner and a light purple eye shadow, and her lips have on the same shiny pink lip gloss from earlier that make them look wet.

You never would have guessed that your new friend would have such a sexy outfit. As you watch she begins to chew her bottom lip, which you've come to recognize as a nervous gesture of hers, and seems hesitant to be here. Concheta leans over and whimpers in her ear and places a hand on the small of her back gently nudgeing her along. The red head nods to some of the other girls and laughs at something. Concheta looks in your direction and Hillary waves them over. "Those soccer girls do know how to make an entrance" Mary Jane says with a smile watching the three of them approach. "And they came dressed to party" adds Hillary.

"Evening girls" the red head says with a slight southern accent, "I trust we're fashionably late".

"Actually Hayley" Hillary responds with a hint of irritation in her voice, "it's usually customary for the D.J. to be here early."

"Oh relax Hill. I had my mp3 player hooked in so you'd have music till I got here."

"Actually Hillary", interrupts Concheta, "it's my fault I forgot to remind Hayley that she was supposed to train with coach Taylor and I tonight.

“Well I suppose that there’s no harm done”. Hillary says and breaks into a small grin looking at Taylor “And I do know how strict you girls are about your training sessions.” As the girls all share a chuckle at this Taylor only blushes and looks down.

As the party gets into full swing Hayley assumes her duties as D.J. and Hillary introduces you to some of the other girls. Many of them you recognize from your class but like Concheta you can’t quite place which period. Some of them appear to be just friends of girls on the team or just curious about the new teacher. During this time you get separated from Taylor as Concheta pulls her out to the dance floor. From what you can see she is a very good dancer and seems to be relaxing and enjoying herself.

When Hillary has finished introducing you to everyone there that isn’t on the swim team you get a drink and sit down.  As you watch the crowd Hayley begins to play a very dance club song by a female artist singing about kissing another girl.  All of the girls begin to dance in little groups that are exactly the kind you and your friends did back in college when you went out.  Matt always hated it when you danced like that; he said that you and your friends always looked like you were groping each other.  While it may not look the most appropriate you’d feel hypercritical admonishing them for something you were doing yourself just a few weeks ago, besides it was just harmless fun.  

As you sit there and watch the crowd Mary Jane comes and has a seat next to you. “So Miss Doe, I was wondering if you would be willing to help me with a project I was thinking of?”

“Well I’d like to help, but I may not have the time until the swim season ends. What do you need?”

“I was thinking of doing a series of articles for the school paper on you. You know, a new teachers prospective on life here. Also getting to know you as a person and how a young woman adjusts to life once she’s finished with college.”

“I don’t know Mary Jane, I’m really not all that interesting. I’m sure there must be some alumni who has a more exciting career that would interest your readers more”.

‘Maybe, but you’re some one they see everyday and will be able to relate to more.”

“Have you asked Miss Kiss?” As you ask this you look for your friend and spot her on the dance floor and are shocked by what you see. Taylor is out on the dance floor with Concheta, and if anyone saw her right now they wouldn’t recognize her as a teacher or if they did she would have some serious explaining to do. Concheta is pressed up against her back with one arm running up and down Taylors’ side and the other wrapped around her waist pulling her tight. Taylors’ eyes are closed and she is chewing on her bottom lip but she doesn’t seem to be making any move to distance herself from Concheta, as a matter of fact she lets the younger girl grind their bodies together and when Concheta pushes on her shoulder she leans forward only to pop back up when Concheta pulls her causing her long blond curls to fly wildly, with a small smile on her face. You are about to go get your friend and ask her what she’s thinking when a comment from Mary Jane gets your attention.

“”Oh this should be interesting” she says looking at the door. Just entering are Jessica and Debbie. While the other girls are dressed casually these two have apparently decided subtly is not for them. Debbies’ black curls are very glossy, she has on a sheer red blouse tied below her breasts to show off her flat stomach with a black bra underneath, a pair of the shortest black denim shorts you have ever seen, and a pair of calf high black suede boots. Jessica is wearing a black scoop necked top that hangs loosly over her breasts , a black vinyl mini skirt and a pair of black stiletto heel boots.