It was at the first game that he first thought that he might be in trouble. The fact that he knew nothing about volleyball wasn't the issue. The girls had proven they could coach themselves well enough. It was at the precise point in time where the girls all shed their track pants and tops and started jumping about the court in those tiny, tight shorts and skin tight tops. He simply didn't know where to look.
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Greg had only been at the school a couple of weeks and as a young male teacher at an all girls school, knew that some of the students were watching him a little more closely than they did some of the crustier members of the staff.
He'd been lucky to even get the job. During his interviews, the principal quizzed him about his ability at 26 years of age to separate his private life from his professional one and in particular about how he'd go about ensuring that his relationship with the students didn't cross any moral or legal boundaries. He'd briefly considered declaring himself gay, but decided that would only end in trouble. Instead, he'd reassured the principal that he'd survived his years of student teaching when he was much closer in age to the students and had never had a problem during his first couple of stints as a professional teacher. It had been enough, along with references to get him the job.
Part of that job, it turned out, was to volunteer as a coach, mentor or chaperone for one of the girls' extra-curricular activities. He wanted the soccer program, as he played the game himself and knew what he was about, but that program was very successful at the school and well staffed. He'd been working his way down through the lists of activities but was struggling to find something that interested him when he was finally approached by a couple of girls seeking help with the volleyball team. They pleaded with him saying that they would have to disband the team if they couldn't find a teacher to help. He didn't want to admit that their looks had influenced his decision to agree and was very conscious of his raging libido and keeping it at arms length from the students. Greg didn't know much if anything about volleyball but thought he could learn soon enough and was pleased that some of the other staff had come to him thanked him for helping out so that the girls could continue to play.
Tina looked across to where their 'coach' sat watching them warm up and smiled at him. He grinned back and she waved him over. She laughed to herself at his initial hesitancy.
"Girls," Tina said as he approached, "I think you'll find that Fiona and I have excelled in securing us a coach for the season, so for those of you who haven't met him, our new coach is Mr Danes."
"Hi girls," Greg said, blushing as the 10 or so girls all clapped and thanked him for saving their team.
"Right, I want to be honest with you up front. I know nothing about volleyball, but Tina and Fiona assured me that they would be happy to take on the actual coaching. I'm just here to make sure that you could all play. I'll learn what I can as we go along."
The girls laughed and cheered and then Tina got them back to finish warming up. Greg sat back down to watch. The sight of 10 athletic girls jumping around wasn't exactly a chore to endure so he took his time checking them over. One of the benefits of teaching at an all girl school was that there was plenty of beauty to appreciate. It seemed also now that the volleyball team had more than its fair share of lovely girls. Most of the team were headed toward 6 foot in height, meaning that even standing, Greg felt somewhat intimidated, being only around 5 - 8 himself, and they were all very slim. One of the setters, Heather (he picked the term up through that training) must have been the only girl on the entire team to have a bra bigger than a B cup. He mused on this at one point as he watched her land, her chest taking a moment after the rest of her stopped to come to rest. The other setter, Susan, though taller than Heather by a couple of inches was shorter than the rest, but fit the slender, small breasted mold better than Heather did. Greg thought she was perhaps the most attractive girl in the team, with the advantage he reasoned of being at least the same height as he was. He caught himself perving on and mentally comparing the girls and wondered inwardly how quickly his professional defences seemed to be crumbling.
"God Tina, he's hot, how come we haven't seen him before?" Heather asked as the girls grouped in a huddle to 'talk tactics'.
"He's only been here a week," Tina answered, "and he teaches in the middle school. I don't think he teaches any senior classes at all. It was just lucky, I was in talking to the Head about whether we could still play without a teacher and he was listing off all the teachers and what they were doing. Mr Danes' resume was on the desk and on my way out I heard Crusty pick up the phone and tell him he had the job. I've been waiting ever since for him to start so I might get to him first. I couldn't believe it when he showed up and was hot too!"
"God I'd do him," Susan said with a smile, causing the rest of the team to laugh and turn to inspect him.
"We're lucky we get to play, so let's not do anything to fuck it up hey?" Tina prompted the team and they agreed with varying degrees of reluctance and went back to training.
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Greg tried to focus on what was happening as the girls played their way through their first game, thinking at least he might be able to start to help with the coaching. He'd been reading up on the rules and tactics, but it was something else to see it in action. It wasn't made any easier when the girls all started bouncing up and down high fiving and hugging each other in their skimpy outfits. He found it difficult to concentrate as he was repeatedly presented with close up views of incredibly hot bums in their skin tight lycra shorts as the girls went into ready positions to receive the opponent's serve.
The girls had narrowly lost the game and the best that he could offer was to tell them that he'd been impressed and that they'd been unlucky not to win. He was treated to some tight but disappointed smiles; clearly they'd expected to win.
"Tina, I know you want to get going but have you got a moment or two to try and explain some things to me?" he asked as she sat on the floor pulling her track pants on. He tried very hard not to look at the crotch of her shorts, but he couldn't help himself.
"Sure Mr Danes, I don't have to be anywhere," Tina agreed, not sure but thinking she'd caught him looking at her crotch.
The other girls departed, throwing a few sly comments her way and Greg even blushed when Heather called out that she'd be happy to join in if they needed help with special group moves. Tina spent the best part of an hour telling her new coach about what had transpired; the rules, the team's weaknesses and strengths. Greg was amazed at just how mature her approach to the game was. Tina confided that she hoped to play professionally and then one day coach when she was finished playing. Volleyball was her life.
"Wow!" he said, clearly impressed, "Well thanks for the update, that's a lot more than I expected," Greg laughed, "are you right to get home? It's later than I realized."
"Yeah, thanks Mr Danes, my car is outside."
"Oh, I keep forgetting that you're all over 18, I'm too used to middle school," Greg laughed. Tina said goodbye and left Greg to lock up the gym before he headed home.
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"Mr Danes can you help me with this stretch please?" Tina asked after their next training session. She eye off their coach as he came over in response to her request.
"What do you want me to do?" Greg asked, standing over the tall girl as she sat upon the hard wooden floor of the gym.
"My hamstring is really tight, can you stretch it out for me?"
With that, Tina lay flat on her back and lifted her right leg, leaving the left flat on the floor. Greg swallowed as he placed a hand against her elevated heel and began pushing her leg forward. His line of sight travelled straight down the smooth curve of her long thin leg, all the way to the point just before her crotch where it disappeared into her tight little shorts. The further he pushed her leg back, the tighter her pants pressed against her pussy. Greg tried desperately to think of something other than how remarkably flexible she was as he dragged his gaze away.
Tina closed her eyes and groaned as she felt her leg stretched and urged Greg to push it further. He was now standing beside her waist as her leg travelled back toward her chest. Tina opened her eyes slightly and glanced at his crotch, her insides tingling and nipples tightening as she thought about reaching her hand up the leg of his shorts.
"Can you stretch the other one too please?" Tina asked, her face a picture of innocence.
