Meet the swim team

You decided instead of unpacking that it would be best if you grabbed what you needed, and just headed to the pool. Maybe you can catch the team in their true element, and get to know them better that way. At least that's what you're counting on. You look through your bags until you find your favorite purple swimsuit, and a couple of towels to take with you. You also grab a change of clothes. Nothing fancy, just a pink tank top, red windbreaker, and pink jogging shorts with a change of underwear and socks. You put them all in your sports bag with a small bottle of body wash, and head out the door.

It's a beautiful day for a walk, or even a jog. The sun is shining, there's not a cloud in the clear azure blue sky, and there's a gentle breeze blowing, which causes your white pleated skirt to rustle and flutter as you walk along. The campus is beautiful with its cobblestone paths, bright green lawns, gentle slopes, and the most beautiful cherry and magnolia trees you've ever seen. There is a grove of pines which surrounds the campus ampitheater where various school concerts and functions are held.

The old stone buildings are architectural wonders which are well maintained. They raise their heads to you in aknowledgement of your approach, and they almost seem to speak to you of their history. You pass by the occasional student lying on the grass with their nose buried in their studies. Some of them look up and smile at you in welcome. Even the birds seem to sing out to you in welcome. The whole campus is like a living, breathing entity that you are now a part of.

The sports complex is a large, modern building. It seems to house just about everything sports related to the school, except for outdoor sports like softball, baseball, field hockey, la cross, football, soccer, and tennis, though undoubtedly there are also indoor tennis courts. The tennis team is, after all, the pride of the school, and the heart and soul of the sports program. All the other sports programs take a back seat to tennis, and you think to yourself it's no wonder the swim team is in so much trouble. The school has had a history of producing great tennis stars like Nadia Villachez and Sarah Harman. You have to wonder why they don't get someone like Nadia, who recently retired from the WTA, to come back and coach the team. Tennis never was your game, though you dabbled in it briefly. You were a swimmer and a gymnast. You did play basketball, volleyball, and softball, and even helped pitch your softball team to a national championship in your senior year.

You walk through the doors of the large complex and stop to check the directory. While you're pouring over it, a short, exotic looking girl with a deep dark tan and dark brown hair taps you on the shoulder. "Can I help you?" she asks. You turn to look at her, and her big brown doe eyes seem to pierce you right through. Her lovely pouting lips break out into a contagious smile that could melt even the coldest heart. She's dressed in a green tank top and white shorts with a denim sports bag slung over her shoulder. You smile at her. "Well, I'm kind of new here" you say. "I'm the new English Lit teacher, Miss Doe. I'm on my way to meet the swim team. I'm thinking about coaching them."

She laughs merrily and takes you by the hand, and shakes it vigorously. "I thought I recognized your name. You're a legend in swimming circles, you know."

You smile and flush red. "I am?"

"Yes, you are!" she giggles. "When you're on the swim team, you have to know these things. My name is Jessica." She reaches out and hugs you close to her. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Doe. Just come with me. I'll take you right where you need to be. The rest of the team will probably be here shortly." She takes hold of your hand and leads you down the hall to the pool facilities. "So how do you like the school so far?" she asks.

"So far, so good" you answer. "I think I'll fit right in. Especially if I decide to coach the team. Swimming has always been one of my passions, next to gymnastics."

"So was softball, if I recall correctly" she says. "Your team won the national championship. You pitched that game. I watched it on ESPN. I almost went out for softball because of you and that other girl... Oh, what was her name? You know, the first baseman who led the nation in hitting."

"She was my best friend" you say, fondly remembering her. "We were roommates. Her name was Josette Collins. We called her Josie for short." You look at Jessica and smile. "You kind of remind me of her. She had the same dark tan, the same eyes, and the same hair. We were really close."

"I hope we can be close" says Jessica. "I'd like that." Then she changes the subject. "So tell me, did you party much when you were in school?"

"Well, as much as I hate to admit it, yes I did. I drank mostly when it came to frat parties. Josie and I used to go to them together all the time." You pause, remembering some of the antics that went on. "We almost kissed each other on a dare, but I couldn't go through with it."

"Why not? You two would have been so hot together!"

Your face flushes red again. "Well... Uhhh... Maybe so, but I like boys too much."

Jessica looks at you, totally startled. "You've never been with a girl?"

You begin to wonder how you ever got on this subject in the first place. "No, I've never been with a girl." Your face turns red again.

Jessica notices your embarassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarass you with so many questions. So do you still like to party?"

"I don't do it as much as I used to" you tell her. "Once in a while I'll cut loose and go out clubbing or something."

"The reason why I asked is because we're getting together after practice, and I wondered if you'd like to join us." Jessica looks up into your eyes, hers filled with wild excitement. "Please? It would be a good way for you to meet everyone. We usually have lots of fun."

"Well I do have a faculty mixer to go to."

"They won't care if you miss it" she says. "If you're so concerned about it, we'll make sure you get there before it's over. You can still meet the faculty. Please come?"

"How about if I let you know after practice?" you ask. "Fair enough?"

Jessica smiles at you. "Fair enough."

You both continue down the hall a bit more, then Jessica takes a right turn back a narrower hallway. "This is the side entrance to the pool. I have a key for it, thanks to mom. She's one of the alumni, and one of the biggest donors and fundraisers. I can come and go whenever I please. Sometimes we even have our own private pool parties here." She unlocks the door with her key, and opens it.

You both enter the pool facilities, and you find yourself amazed. It's much bigger than you thought it would be. There's plenty of bleacher space, and poolside space. It's more like a resort pool than a simple athletic pool, all though the pool itself is olympic sized. It even has its own coach's office and personal locker room, including showers.

"Come on! I'll give you a tour" Jessica says. She tugs at your hand, and wisks you away to the other side of the pool. The first place she takes you is the coach's office. It has its own personal bathroom and shower. The desk is mahogany. A wide screen computer monitor sits on top of it with a keyboard and mouse, and a phone bank. The chair in back of the desk is a high backed, overstuffed leather office chair that looks soft enough to fall asleep in. In front of the desk is a large sofa and two matching chairs in navy blue velvet. There's the standard filing cabinets and bookshelves. A flat screen TV hangs on the far wall with a DVD player/recorder and camcorder on a shelving unit directly under it.

"Most of this is self explanitory" says Jessica. "The wide screen TV and camcorder our coach uses to film us with. She watches how we swim, and critiques us on our performance. She's able to point out any mistakes we make in our technique, and is able to tell us how to correct them. Neat, huh?"

"They're good tools to have, that's for sure" you reply. "It does make it easier for a swimmer to see firsthand how to correct their swimming technique."

Jessica tugs at your hand. She smiles at you, and licks her lips. "Time for the last stop on our tour" she says. You both walk out of the office, and enter the swim team's locker room. It's a typical locker room with a whirlpool bath, lockers, benches, a jacuzi, and a shower room. "This is where we get naked" she says, smiling. She reaches up with her other hand to touch your face when suddenly the locker room door opens.

"There you are Jess!" says a tall girl as she enters. Her long dark hair is streaked with golden highlights. Her dark, almond shaped eyes wreak of seduction and sex appeal as do her red, full lips. Her skin is almost as dark as Jessica's, but not quite. She's wearing a blue and red plaid pleated skirt, and a red sport shirt with the collar open down to her cleavage. On her feet are white socks and trainers. She looks at both of you, a little embarassed. "Am I interrupting something?" she asks.

"No, not at all" you say. "Jessica was just giving me a tour of the facilities."

Jessica speaks up and intrduces you. "Hillary, this is Miss Doe, our new English Lit teacher. She's thinking about becoming our new swim coach."

Hillary walks over to you, and offers you her hand. "Nice to meet you" she says as you take her hand. "You're a lot younger than most of the teachers and coaches around here. A lot prettier, too."

You blush at the compliment, and smile at her. "Well thank you. You're very pretty yourself."

The locker room door opens again, and you all turn your attention toward who's entering. A well built, pale skinned girl with captivating light blue eyes and long blonde hair comes through the door. She's wearing a black sport shirt and a purple pleated skirt with trainers and purple socks. She has a small button nose and juicy red pouting lips. She drops her sport bag onto one of the benches. "Hey guys. Who's the new girl?"

Jessica and Hillary giggle, and so do you. "This is our new English Lit teacher, Erin. Her name is Miss Doe. She's thinking of becoming our new coach. I was just showing her around."

Erin walks over to you, and extends a hand. "Sorry, Miss Doe. As you can tell, we're not used to having too many young teachers around here."

"There's no need to appologize" you say, shaking her hand. "I think it's flattering to be mistaken for a student."

"Erin," interrupts Jessica, "I hope you don't mind, but I invited Miss Doe to our party tonight. I thought she'd have more fun hanging out with us than she would with all the other teachers at the faculty mixer."

"That's okay" says Erin. "She's welcome to join us any time. If she's going to be our coach, she'll have to get to know us. What better way than to party together?"

The door opens again, and more girls pile into the locker room. Pretty soon the locker room is full of girls in various states of undress. "well I guess we better get changed" you say to the three girls standing in front of you. They grab their bags, and head for their lockers to change. Since you're not their coach just yet, you think it's probably more proper for you to change with the students. You open your sport bag and take out your purple swimsuit. Then you quickly strip naked, and put it on.

While you were stripping, three sets of eyes were glued to your body, watching and lusting after you. They silently looked at each other and knew they had to have you.

Swimming practice goes quite well. Jessica, Erin, and Hillary are by far the best three swimmers on the team. You spend a little time with Jessica helping her to adjust her technique on the backstroke. She's a fast learner, and she gets a grip on what you show her. You can't help but be full of praise for the girl. She kind of reminds you of yourself when you first started competing. Erin is a very serious swimmer, and she's by far the best on the team. You can't help but think she is the star, and that's probably why she was chosen to be team captain. Hillary needs a bit of polish, but she's up there with the other two as well. Her technique is nearly flawless, and she just needs some strength and conditioning to give her more speed and endurance.

Erin swims over to you while you're helping a girl named Monique with her technique. She smiles at you. "Hey, how about a race?" she asks.

"Well, I'll tell you right now I'll probably lose" you say. "But it would be fun to race my best swimmer, just to see how far we can push each other. You're on! The rest of you girls can either hit the showers, or stay and watch if you like. That's it for practice for today, and I intend to tell Mrs. Steven that I am your new swimming coach. I think the team has a lot of potential, and I'm going to try to bring out the best you can all be. It'll be a lot of hard work, but it'll be worth it. What do you girls say?" All the girls start cheering, and welcoming you as their new coach. They all seem to like you. "Okay ladies, hit the showers! Practice tomorrow at three thirty as usual. We'll also be doing some weight training and conditioning to build up your speed and stamina."

All the girls hit the showers except for Jessica and Hillary. They stay behind to watch you and Erin race. You line up next to Erin in the lane beside her. "Okay, this will be a freestyle race of three laps. Jessica, give us the mark. Hillary, you keep time."

Erin turns to before climbing into the pool. "How about a friendly wager?" she asks.

You look up at her, and she's smiling at you. "That depends on what you have in mind."

"Oh, nothing like betting money" Erin says. "I was thinking more along the lines of loser does whatever the winner wants them to."

"That sounds pretty harmless" you say. "Okay, you're on."

Erin climbs into the pool, and swims up beside you. "Are you ready, Miss Doe?"

"Whenever you are" you reply.

Erin looks up at the other two girls. "Okay Jess, give us our mark."

"On your mark. Get set. GO!" yells Jessica. You and Erin both take off like arrows sprung from taught bows through the water. It's neck and neck, and neither one of you give an inch to the other. The end of lap one finds you with a slight advantage over Erin, but she quickly closes again. The second lap now has her slightly ahead of you, and you push yourself harder to maintain her pace. You catch her at the halfway point of the third and final lap. Now it's an all out sprint to the end of the pool. You both close in and reach for the edge, but Erin is a hair faster than you. Erin smiles at you as you both bob in the water.

"That was some race" you say to her. "You're very good. You have the potential to be better than I ever was."

"You really think so?" she asks.

"I know so" you say in response. "So what do I owe you for beating me?" You expect something simple as you both climb up out of the water to the side of the pool. Jessica and Hillary have joined Erin as well. They all look at you, expectantly. "Oh, nothing too drastic" says Erin. "Take off your swimsuit. Right here, right now."

All the girls are licking their lips, waiting for you to comply. At first you're shocked by this request. But you figure it's just a harmless little prank, and sooner or later you'll be naked in front of all of them anyhow. You decide to give them a show, and tease them just a bit. You pull a strap of your one piece over a shoulder and seductively bare it for them to see. The girls giggle with delight. Jessica hoots "Take it off, baby!" You drop both straps, and turn away from them. When you turn around to face them, you give them a flash of your bare breasts before yanking the top of your swimsuit back up again. Now you're really getting into it as you start to dance, slow and steamy, giving yourself a wedgy to show off your perfectly toned asscheeks. "Shake that thing!" yells Erin.

Hillary decides to join you. She's dancing with you, feeling you up and down, playing peek a boo with her own swimsuit as she flashes you. Then she suddenly strips her suit down over her thighs, and dances and wiggles right out of it, stepping out of it as it hits the floor. She wiggles her finger, beckoning you and the other girls to do the same. Soon, you're all naked, dancing together, feeling each other up and down. Hillary syarts fondling your breasts while Erin toys with your red pubic mound. You can feel Jessica behind you caressing your ass with her soft, downy like mound.

True, you've never been with another woman before, but the three girls are bringing something out in you that you never thought you'd feel with another woman: A deep, lusty, almost animalistic passion. Part of says this is wrong, while another part of you says go with the flow. The go with the flow side is getting stronger with each new caress as your hands begin to caress them back.