Work toward higher ground

Just beyond the sheet's curtain, the coach's voice returned to her monologue. It was risky, but the wide stance of Tanya's legs and the protective concealment of the sheet presented a unique opportunity that a hormonal young man simply could not ignore.

Carefully he slid his head out between her legs and looked up. Sure enough, she hadn't had a chance to get even a stitch of clothing on before donning the sheet. Her fantastically long legs tapered upward majestically to join at her bare nexus: a timid vertical fold of darker skin separated by two lips and topped by a short landing strip of light brown hair. Just above that, the white sheet was held in place by arms tightly folded over her chest.

He studied the precious sight like a stargazer granted his first telescope, and plotted his approach.