Race her seriously

You give in to pride and use a burst of speed. It's one thing to just tear after someone on the pitch, but here in the woods it might not be such a good idea. You catch up, but the trail is uneven and you are not as light and nimble as Riley. You pull ahead, but then you trip. Whoops!

You tumble off the trail and down a little hill, hitting the ground at the bottom.

Riley and the other girls rush down to help you. This is the worst. You backside hurts, but not as much as your pride. You sit up as they arrive to make sure you're OK. You are... you didn't twist or sprain anything, thank goodness.

The stern, Polish coach comes jogging along to check on you as well. She helps you up.

"Go back," she says in her accented English. It's not even fully light outside, but she's wearing sunglasses. You don't know her name, but she doesn't seem like someone to mess with. "Go be medically checked."

It's not a good idea to argue.

"I am OK," you assure them, looking wistfully at Riley as she jogs away with the others. Well, if you can get cleared by a nurse or whoever, you can get back to what you were doing. You jog back through the woods, following the path through the camp to the infirmary. It's attached to the big building that has all the gyms, yoga rooms, and the spa too. You walk in to find someone you don't expect. It's the huge, muscle-bound Russian coach. She has short, dyed-pink hair. Her name is Zarya. She was just talking on a radio, but now she hooks that on her old-fashioned, 80s style gym shorts.

"Come in," she says in accented English.

"Are you a nurse?" you ask, following her into an examination room.

"I can treat minor injuries," she says. "If there is something serious, we will get the nurse."

You sit down on the examination table, and to your surprise, you notice some blood. It looks like you got scraped up a little bit when you fell down the hill.

Zarya washes her hands and gets out a bandage kit.

"You should take those off," she says.

It's not that serious, but OK. You could also do this yourself, but something tells you she won't let you. Zarya seems friendly, but also professional. Like... she likes to do things correctly. You've seen her interacting with with other coaches and players, and she always seems very focused.

You take off your shorts, not feeling very self-conscious. You're sweaty, and you have a fat, obvious bulge in your boyshorts. To your surprise, it's also very obvious that Zarya notices it. You thought she was too cool and professional for that, but apparently not.

It's clear from her shorts that she has the same anatomy as you, except she's even more hung. That makes sense with her being a foot taller than you and easily twice your size.

You lean back and spread your legs so she can get at your inner and upper thighs, where your minor cuts are. Zarya skillfully disinfects the wounds and puts on bandages, but you can tell she's nervous, and a little horny. It's not surprising... she's like you, after all. But you are shameless, and she is classy, so she's trying to act normal.

You smile at her, thinking naughty thoughts. On command, your penis swells up and becomes fully hard, turning your bulge into more like a flagpole in your underwear.

Zarya stops what she's doing. "Are you OK?" she asks.

"I can't help it. When I'm being touched," you lie. The way she's acting is kind of cute. She definitely isn't your usual type, but right now that makes her more interesting. She definitely has an incredible body. You're curious about it.

You could... ask her out. Or not.