You are not alone

“I see you Miss Nelson,” a loud alto voice called out, “You may as well come out.”

BUSTED!

“Yes Coach Hutch.” Linda murmured. She hung her head as she started forward again. Annette Hutchinson had been a swimming and diving phenomenon before you were born. She had been favored to win at least six gold medals in swimming and two in diving. After winning a spot on the Olympic swimming and diving team, she dropped out six months before the summer games. No explanation was ever given. Years later, she reappeared as swimming and diving coach. She had taught both you and Linda to swim. One day you overheard someone talking to her about coaching the Olympic Swim Team. The next day someone else was teaching her classes. Although you heard Linda talking about taking private lessons from her from time to time, you never really thought about her.

“Stop slouching!” the definitely feminine voice ordered. Linda squared her shoulders. The voice then continued. “And your friend…”

“Friend?” Linda asked. She pulled up short. At the same time, she tilted her head. It gave her a chance to sneak a glance in your direction unnoticed. Linda’s mouth dropped. She opened and closed it several times as if she were trying to say something. “Yes Ma’am…”

`It was obvious that Coach Hutch knew you were here. Linda turned to beckon you. But you were already on the move.

“Mr. Johnson…I should have known…” Annette said with a sigh. The voice drew your gaze to where the coach stood. It wasn’t hard to figure out how she knew you were there. Your shorts were dangling from her right hand. But that was the last thing that drew your attention. She stood a couple inches taller than Linda. Even more than Linda, most of it seemed to be in her long shapely legs. The way the strings of her bikini bottom rode high on her hips made them seem even longer. Above her bottoms was a slender waist and tight tummy. In addition, lightly tanned skin shone with a health youthful glow. Two white triangles were pulled tightly against tits that weren’t much bigger than Linda’s. You continued upward. Ruby lips were pulled tight. Thin brows that here as light as her blonde hair, were furrowed over sparkling blue eyes.

When you saw her face, you realized you had run into her earlier this year...Literally. You had Calculus five days a week. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday you had a nine o’clock lecture. Tuesday and Thursday you had an eight o’clock discussion group. The first Thursday of the semester, you had waited to get the answer to a question on the first assignment. Only when you left did you realize you had to get to the chemistry lab by nine. You didn’t see Coach Hutchinson coming out of one of the classrooms. The two of you ended up on the hallway floor.

At first you had taken her for a senior who had an early morning discussion class. The fact she was dressed in a business suit didn’t faze you the slightest, especially after you saw the two guys that emerged just behind her were dressed in dress slacks, button down shirts, and black oxfords. One sported a tie. It was a clip on, but a tie none-the-less. You were sure that the well-toned legs sticking out of the bottom of her skirt had to be those of a younger woman. You couldn’t imagine a teacher wearing the black lacy panties you saw when her skirt slid up those shapely legs. Only when one of the students addressed her as professor as he helped her up did you realized your mistake. At that point, you decided that it would be best to make yourself scarce before you got into trouble.

“You both know that the gym is closed for finals.” Professor Hutchinson asked rhetorically as she crossed her arms over chest. She started tapping her left foot. “There are serious consequences for breaking into a university facility. What do you have to say for yourself?”