This is a slightly forced roleplay involving a high school girl trying to make the soccer team, and her coach. There is a small bit of watersports involved, just a quick "accident" in the beginning. This is my first story so give me feedback! All parties are at least 18 years old.
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Emily is a senior in high school, and has never been an athlete but decided for her last year in school she wanted to try out for the soccer team. She is your typical athletic body type; 5'4 130lbs, blonde hair to her shoulders up in a ponytail and B-cup breasts. She is trying her hardest to be noticed by her coach Michael, so she decides to stay after practice to work on her fundamentals a bit more.
Coach Michael is just out of college, about 23 years old and got hired at the school last year. He is kind of cute; 6'0 180lbs of muscle, short brown hair. All of the girls have little crushes on him. After practice he went to his office to put some paperwork back and comes out to the field to clean up and sees Emily still out there shooting.
Standing at the sideline he calls her over "Hey Emily, come here." I say, waving her over. Emily stops and sees Michael and gets nervous. "I hope I looked good." she thinks to herself as she hurries over to the sideline, still in her practice jersey: short athletic shorts and a tank top, underneath she is wearing a sports bra and simple cotton panties.
"You are sure working hard out here." Michael says as Emily approaches. "Thanks." she says blushing a bit from the compliment. Michael starts to ramble on about her skill and how much progress she is making.
Suddenly, Emily realizes after hours of practice she really has to pee. 'What do I do?' she thinks as she is standing squirming a bit in front of Michael. 'I don't want to interrupt that would be so rude' she thinks and tries to ignore the feeling and continues to listen to Michael's comments and advice.
"I don't want to be rude..." Emily starts to interrupt but suddenly realizes it is too late. She turns bright red as she feels her body start to release her pee beyond her control. Michael suddenly realizes what is happening as pee starts to run through Emily's jersey and down her legs onto the field.
"Oh my Emily, I didn't mean to keep you so long." Michael says smirking a bit at the awkward information. Emily just looks down astonished at what she just did. She can't even speak as she finishes and blushes even harder, red filling up her whole face as she starts to cry a bit.
"Em, Em, don't cry." Michael comforts his player. "I am so sorry coach" Emily manages to say between sniffles. "Come on, don't worry about it. I think I have some extra practice gear in my office you can change into so the girls don't see you in the locker room." Michael suggests.
"Thanks so much coach." Emily says wiping her face as she follows Michael under the bleachers to his office next to the locker room. It is a small room, but has enough room for his desk, a couch and a bookshelf. They enter and Michael grabs the old spare jersey spandex shorts. "Here you go sweetie, go ahead and change into these."
