To the Gymnasium

You take a walk across the courtyard, looking over the late 19th century buildings on the campus. The beautiful early fall weather is warm with a crisp breeze. You enjoy the colors of the fall leaves as they compliment the brick buildings. You delight in the sights of small groups of schoolgirls in uniform walking around campus heading to their classes, lunch, workouts, and extracurricular activities.

You decide to head to the Gym. As you approach the doors you hear the sound of running and yelling. You open the door and see the backside of the volleyball coach, Ms. Kelley. You take a brief second to admire her shapely figure and nice bottom underneath her yoga pants and t-shirt. You shut the door behind you and step up beside Ms. Kelley as you look at the volleyball team running laps around the Gym. Their tight shorts and jerseys would make any straight man spring to attention. The girls smile and some wave at you while they continue their trek around the floor.

"Good Morning Dean." Ms. Kelley smiles at you, "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"I was just out for a stroll around campus, making all affairs are in order." You reply and let a small smile escape your lips. "How's the team looking this year?"

"Good dean," the coach replies "I think we have a good shot at winning the conference this year. I'll have the final schedule and grades report for your approval tomorrow."

"Very good," you reply, "make sure you have it to me in the morning, I have a busy afternoon."

Just then you hear a thud, and a gasp from several of the girls. You turn your attention to your left and see a player laying on the ground as the other girls on the team stand around. Coach Kelley runs over to the group with an angry look on her face, you walk towards them slowly.

As you reach the group, Coach Kelley is pulling up the young blonde player, "What happened Becca?" the coach asks.

"I'm okay, I think I just tripped on my shoe lace or something," you see Becca look hesitantly at the captain of the team, Angela Walsh, who gives a quick smirk back to Becca. If you hadn't been doing this for years and learned how to spot the subtle glances exchanged by girls who are trying to get their stories straight, you would have completely missed it. You're not exactly sure what was behind that look but you sure intend to get to the bottom of it.

"Well get up and get back to your laps, the rest of you get running." Coach Kelley roars at the girls, and they all take off in a full sprint, breasts and bottoms jiggling under their tight skimpy uniforms.

You and Coach Kelley walk back towards your previous observation posts. As you walk you tell the coach to send Angela and Becca to your office after the practice. You wish her well and continue out the door.