Floor 1 Ravenwood Academy Ch 03
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I entered the boys' locker room on Monday. I opened my locker just as Coach Johnson appeared.
"Go change on the other side," he said and pointed. "You're one of the girls. I don't want you in here."
I knew better than to argue so I grabbed my stuff and headed over to wait outside the girls' side for Coach Carson.
"Forget your clothes?" she asked when she saw me still in street clothes.
I explained.
"That ... that..." angrily said Coach. She couldn't bring herself to say the words she wanted to call him. "Come on. The girls are all in the gymnastics room. You can change in here."
She led me to the middle section where all her girls changed and she had me take an empty locker at the end which was near the showers.
It was eerie changing by myself in the quiet girls' locker room. I was frustrated at my life and angry at Matt and at Coach Johnson. I spotted Tiffany's name on a locker. I caressed the raised letters of her name on the stick-on label. The memory lifted my spirits since if not for the past unexpected events, I would not have had sex with her. That was the only good thing that happened, but it was a very good thing.
When I entered all the other five girls were focused on Melissa. I walked over to the girls and stood so I could listen and participate if I wanted to but not so close that it appeared I was intruding on girl business if that was what the topic was.
"I told you," said Angela with attitude.
Melissa nodded slowly. She looked sad and as if she had cried earlier.
He's the biggest asshole in school," said Samantha.
"What did he do?" asked Tiffany.
Do? Did he do something? She didn't with him, did she? Please, not with him!
Melissa turned to look at Tiffany. There was a bruise on Melissa's cheek. I was outraged.
"He slapped me," answered Melissa. "Called me a tease when I refused to go and park." She broke down again. Tiffany gave her a big hug.
"We tried to warn you," Angela said.
"It does no good to tell her that again and again," said Samantha sounding uppity.
"If she only listened," said Angela. "How stupid!"
"Well, at least she didn't actually sleep with Matt like you did!" countered Samantha.
"You bitch!" Angela raised her hand to strike.
"Hi!" I spoke up.
The only male voice in the room got their attention as they turned toward me.
"Would you lift me up to the high bar?" Tiffany asked me.
"Sure," I said.
I followed her over. Samantha and Angela glared at each other but violence was abated for now.
"Thanks for breaking that up," said Tiffany. "Melissa is hurting and all they can do is argue with each other."
"Sure," I said. I put my hand on her waist. "I had fun Saturday."
"Me, too."
I guess it wasn't realistic for her to answer "Fuck me on the floor right here" but I wanted something more than "Me, too" in response.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yes."
I lifted her and she grabbed the bar and started to swing.
"Hey, Jack," said Coach. "Look what I got."
I looked over. To the right of the door was a brand new set of dumbbells of various weights and two benches to use. I didn't notice it when I came in because I was too focused on the cluster of girls.
"Cool!" I said and came over. I picked up the heaviest weight and immediately put it down. I would start lighter - much lighter.
"I have several routines for you to follow," she said. She handed me a schedule.
I went straight to it.
After a half hour, I had this strange sensation I was being watched. I looked over to the floor exercise where Tiffany was with Samantha and Sarah.
As Tiffany talked with the girls she frequently looked over at me and the two other girls often glanced at me. They gave a quick smile if we happened to get eye contact. It almost made me think Tiffany talked about Saturday but I knew girls didn't share that information with each other. They weren't like guys who bragged about it to other guys. I wasn't going to tell anyone however because I didn't want Tiffany to be considered a slut at school and I hoped to have sex with her again. It sure seemed like the girls were talking about me by their actions and the secretive way they talked. I wondered what they really talked about. It was probably some girl stuff I could not care less about.
I stopped practice ten minutes early every day so I could shower and change into my clothes before the girls were done. Girls could take forever but I could be done fast. Coach Carson sat in her office doing paperwork and made sure no girl came out of the door early.
This arrangement worked fine until Wednesday when I realized that Coach's office overlooked the center area of lockers. I discovered that Coach could see me showering and changing. I wouldn't have known except that I noticed the movement of Coach ducking down at her desk to get out of sight as I stood naked at my locker after I dried off. I didn't know what to think. It was embarrassing that she saw me but it was equally embarrassing to mention it to Coach.
I dressed feeling uneasy. Coach saw me naked. Naked!
When I was ready to go I stopped at her office like she asked me to do, so she could tell the girls it was safe to come out.
"See you tomorrow, Coach," I said with forced happiness. I couldn't get the incident out of my mind.
"Thanks, Jack. Oh, Jack?" I turned. She fumbled to speak, "Sorry about that ... uh ... um..."
Wow! The red in her cheeks made her blonde hair look really white. She was very red.
She continued. "I saw ... I didn't mean to see..."
"It's okay," I said trying to make it easier on her.
"I'm so used to being here when anybody is in the shower or changing. I'm not allowed to leave any student in here alone. I didn't think about you being a guy and stuff." She became more flustered. "I know you're a guy, of course, I didn't think about being able to see you and then I noticed you looked sort of big. You know, your ... um..."
Coach thought I was big? She was an adult. I was just fifteen.
"I didn't mean to say that," she said.
"I understand, Coach."
"I'll find other arrangements so we don't have to worry about this," she said.
Tiffany invited me to come over Saturday and I very happily accepted. I was eager to experience her again.
"Do you know Elizabeth?" introduced Tiffany when we entered her gym room.
"Yea," I said feeling disappointed. So much for sex. I politely said, "Hi." I knew Elizabeth. She was good friends with Tiffany and Melissa.
Elizabeth was dressed in olive green shorts that showed off her legs and a white t-shirt. She had decent tits and I probably would think she looked sexy if not for that fact she was the reason I wouldn't have sex with Tiffany this afternoon.
"She wants to watch," Tiffany said. "Maybe try it out."
Elizabeth looked bashful. I wanted her to look like she was about to go home.
"So what do you want to practice?" I said morosely as if my nuts were cut off because symbolically they were.
"What's with you?" Tiffany asked.
"Nothing," I mumbled.
"Help me with the uneven bars," she said.
I followed her over and so did Elizabeth.
"Lift me," Tiffany said.
I put my hands on her waist.
"Not there, silly?" she said. She pulled my hands around and over her tits. She placed her hands on mine so I had to force my hands away.
"Tiffany!" I whispered. I looked over to see if Elizabeth could see. Oh, she could see alright. She looked right at us and had a big smile.
"I have to get in the right mood," she said.
She sounded as if she was teasing but I didn't see anything funny about it. She released my hands and I dropped them back to her waist.
"Ready," she said.
I lifted her and stepped away when she held the high bar. Tiffany swung higher and higher until she was able to spin all the way around. She stopped and did a handstand on the high bar.
"Tiffany!" cheered Elizabeth and sounded impressed.
Tiffany turned around on top so she faced the other way. She tucked her legs so she could carefully lower them until she hung by her arms from the high bar.
"Help!" Tiffany said.
I rushed to her instinctively without thinking that she could just drop down. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my neck. She pulled my face into her leotard-clad pussy.
I struggled against her as she laughed. I was finally able to work my way out of her grip by ducking down. Tiffany had surprisingly strong legs.
"We need to do that naked sometime," Tiffany said as she dropped off the bar.
I looked over at Elizabeth. I was sure she heard every word.
"You're not hard yet," Tiffany said when she gripped my cock through my shorts.
"Tiffany!" I protested. I glanced over at Elizabeth and she was still there seeing everything.
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