Beneath The Surface Ch 01

Author's Notes: Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a longer format, slow burn. Read it however you see fit, but I'd encourage you to start from Chapter 1 and work your way through. My opinion is that bigger is better, I make no apologies for that, but understand that's not everyone's cup of tea. I hope you enjoy it all the same.

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Monday

Hearing that Coach Franks had retired early due to declining health was the worst news Noah could have heard on his first day back at school. He wasn't expecting to find out that his final year would be without the best water polo coach he'd ever had.

"Couldn't he have just held on one more year?" he asked his best friend and water polo teammate, Andy.

"Yeah, I'm sure when he planned his retirement, old Franks thought about only pulling the plug after you'd finished high school," Andy jested.

"This year's going to suck," Noah said glumly. "We could have gone all the way. Strong team, good coach, the whole package. Now we'll be drifting on the water like a boat with no rudder."

"Cheer up, Moapy Dick. I take it you didn't hear they already got a new coach? A new English teacher who happens to be an ex-all-state water polo champion," Andy said, elbowing Noah in the arm.

"Bah, he'll be nothing compared to Franks. That guy was a legend."

"She," Andy corrected.

"Oh great," Noah groaned. "As if things couldn't get any worse. I bet she's some butch Russian bird who will drill us till we drown."

"Guess we'll find out," replied Andy. "We've got her second-period English."

First-period Adv Calculus with Mr Wei was a drag, so the bell at the end of class couldn't have come soon enough. Forcing their way through the crush, the boys made their way to English, taking turns guessing what the new coach/teacher was really like.

It turned out all their guesses were wrong.

Upon entering the class, both Noah and Andy were floored. Their English teacher was no butch Russian. Nope, she was head-to-toe all-American gorgeousness.

The boys exchanged looks and quickly took their seats. The teacher stood before her class and introduced herself, her light, effervescent voice carrying to the back. She spun on her mid-height heels and wrote her name in large, elegant letters: Miss Reed. Noah took the opportunity to check her from a different angle.

Miss Reed stood at about average height (about 5'9" in heels). She had what looked like long, black hair pinned in a tight bun, minimal make-up, thick black-rimmed glasses, and simple silver ear studs. Her outfit was far more professional than any other teacher Noah had ever had: a white collared shirt buttoned up to the neck, an oversized navy blue jacket, and a matching skirt that ended just above the knee.

Noah couldn't help but think Miss Reed would be better dressed for a courtroom than a classroom. Her body, however, told a different story. She had the kind of figure that was both athletic and full, an hourglass shape that made her look as if she belonged on a magazine cover rather than in front of a classroom. Her waist was defined, accentuating her wide hips and a curvy, shapely backside that seemed only enhanced by the tailored skirt and heels. It was hard to ignore her ample chest, even with the ill-fitting blazer. She cut a powerful, feminine silhouette.

Body aside, Miss Reed had a stunning face - a sharp, angular jaw, long neck, and piercing brown eyes that added to her fierce look. Yet her demeanour was warm when she spoke. She presented as genuine and down to earth, which was refreshing given how cold and blunt old Franks had been. Noah knew she would be his favourite teacher within the first five minutes of class.

The class took turns introducing themselves. When it was Noah's turn, he raised himself to his full 6'2" height and listed his usual hobbies and pastimes, including being part of the school's water polo team. Miss Reed's ears pricked up.

"Ah, brilliant; I hoped to meet more players throughout the day." Miss Reed said, beaming. "I met our goalkeeper, Johannes, in the last period. If you're not already aware, I'm the new coach, replacing your truly great and inspirational Coach Franks. Would you mind staying after class for a minute?"

Noah nodded and passed the baton to Andy, who also mentioned his water polo membership. Miss Reed gave him the same invitation. Tanya, who was seated in the back and a crucial part of the mixed-gender team also got the invite.

The class continued, and at the end, Noah, Andy, and Tanya stayed behind.

Miss Reed gave each of them a handshake and mentioned her eagerness to meet with the entire team before practices began. Noah volunteered to message everyone and add Miss Reed to the water polo team's group chat. Once the message was sent, they agreed to meet back at her classroom at the end of the day.

By day's end, the 13 players from last year's team had confirmed Noah's request and met after the final bell. When the last straggler entered, the team crowded in. Those who hadn't yet met Miss Reed were easy to spot, judging by their surprised looks and whispers.

Miss Reed stood at the front of the class and addressed the team. "Wonderful; thank you all for making time. First, your team used to train on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, correct?"

The team nodded collectively.

"Great, I don't want to waste any time. Let's start tomorrow?"

Nods, thumbs-ups, and "OK's" spread through the group.

"Brilliant. Tomorrow at 3:30 in the pool, then," Miss Reed declared. "Who was last year's captain?"

The group collectively eyeballed Noah, some pointing and two guys shouting, "Don!"

"That would be me," Noah stated.

"Don? I thought it was Noah."

"Errr...yeah, Don is a nickname. Noah's fine," Noah said awkwardly.

"Alllllright then. Noah, I'm going to lean on you the most. You know this team and what it takes to win Championships, so you and I will work closely together."

This drew a sly wink from Andy as Noah shifted a little nervously. Coach Franks had been a no-nonsense taskmaster, but he was an older man--not a vision like Miss Reed.

The meeting continued, covering a few administrative items, and wrapped up shortly after. Once everyone was out of earshot, the six boys started with whistles, gestures, and jokes about hourglass figures. The six girls rolled their eyes.

"It's like you nerds haven't seen a woman before. God, get over it," Tove, the group's resident feminist, said.

"Oh, I've seen plenty of women, Tove, just not one as hot as that. And she's going to be our coach? Best year ever!" Baz said, elbowing one of the guys.

Noah was the only one who did not join in; he was too busy thinking about what having a new coach would mean for the team.

As they walked toward the exit, Noah called out, "See you all at practice tomorrow."

The team split into various sub-groups, leaving Noah and Andy to walk to the student parking lot.

"She seems, errrr, nice," Andy offered.

"Yeah, a bit different from old man Franks barking orders at us," Noah replied.

"You think she'll get in the pool?" Andy asked.

"Jesus, man, you all need to get your minds out of the gutter," Noah said.

"Oh, come on, you can't tell me you're not dying to see that body in a swimsuit," Andy teased.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't," Noah admitted, "but I've got bigger things to think about."

"There's not many things bigger than that woman's--" Andy joked, and Noah laughed, cutting him off.

Being a breast man himself, Noah couldn't help but notice his new coach's figure. With the captaincy responsibilities weighing on him, he worried about the potential distraction this attractive new addition might bring.

Noah drove home, his mind racing, with no one to vent to - his parents were still on holiday with the neighbours and not due back for another three months.

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Tuesday

Noah's second day of the term started much like all the others. English in the fourth period was naturally the highlight, with Miss Reed again dressing stylishly. She'd chosen a dark grey pinstripe pantsuit and a high-necked blouse with a frilly collar. Her pants were well-fitted but could not hide her voluptuous backside, which bulged outward, stretching the fabric. Likewise, the buttons on her jackets strained against the pressure of the contents they retained.

She kept the class in order effortlessly, calm but authoritative. She had all the boy's attention without even trying, and even the girls seemed to respect her. She seemed to fit the school really well, and this put Noah's mind somewhat at ease when it came to her prospects of coaching the team.

The end of the day came, and Andy and Noah headed for the school pool. The school had a large indoor facility that contained an Olympic-sized swimming pool and a large dive pool. Because the dive pool was too deep to touch the bottom, it was the pool the team practised and played in. The dive pool also happened to be right next to the changing room entrances.

Noah loved water polo but hated the changing rooms. Every time, without fail, one of the boys would make some stupid comments whenever he changed. A different person may have been proud of his difference, but Noah, with a lifetime of rumours, jokes, pranks, mocking and ruined relationships, felt nothing but shame and irritation. The cubicles were always quick to fill, which meant Noah was left in the common changing area with 3 of the other boys in the team. The team generally respected Noah's rank as captain, but all bets were off when it came to changing room chat.

Taking a deep breath, Noah whipped off his school shorts and underwear, and without fail, a voice came from the other side of the room piped up. It was Wade, the Australian-born loudmouth.

"Struth Don, I've seen some big snakes in my time, but that's gotta be the biggest one yet." Wade mocked.

A couple of the boys sniggered as Andy shot Noah a 'Cheer up bud' look.

Noah popped on his Speedos and tucked himself away as best as possible. Anyone who had never seen Noah in his speedos would have assumed Noah had stuff something in them. The whole team knew, and in fact, most of the school knew after some ex-girlfriends spread the word that Noah was well-hung. He was very well-hung, and despite all his options for sports, he chose the one that was blatantly obvious to anyone looking.

At his coming of age, Noah thought it was a blessing. He initially had girls' interest and curiosity. Unfortunately, that rarely translated into anything resembling a working sexual relationship. He was way too big for most girls, and the ones who tried often didn't enjoy themselves. He'd previously caught the attention of a couple of older women and had more success than with girls his age. In that regard, age, experience, and determination indeed counted for a lot. Nowadays, he was primarily embarrassed about his freakish dick. He still got lots of looks, lots of girls whispering to each other when he walked down the halls, occasional calls of "Don" or "Donkey", and way more 'sack taps' from the boys than he deserved.

At school comment, joke or weird look was never far away, the team were mostly good natured about it, but outside of the team the attention could get rather annoying. Mr Franks never mentioned it once, and it was never an issue. However, Noah was more than a little nervous about the new coach. Noah decided to keep a towel around him and jump in at the first opportunity, hoping Miss Reed wouldn't notice.

Miss Reed was waiting for the team as they exited their respective changing rooms. The boys were all in forest green speedos, and the girls were in matching one-piece swimsuits. Miss Reed was wearing a forest green tracksuit and black slides on her feet. There was no questioning it now: Miss Reed was definitely huge in the breast department. The tracksuit top was tight across her chest, with the zipper just barely holding on. She looked like she was trying to smuggle a couple of watermelons across the border.

After a quick brief, Miss Reed got them to work doing laps. The team knew the drills well and fell into a good rhythm with little input needed from the coach. After a while, Miss Reed got them to tread water using the egg-beater technique. This was one of coach Frank's favourites and his record was a 43-minute session to see who could hack it. Noah, as it turned out, was the last survivor and, in turn, won Coach Franks' respect. That and his stamina consistency made him the prime challenge for the captaincy. Miss Reed was more forgiving and only put them through a 10-minute session. Afterwards, a water-on, water-off break was called for, and most of the team jumped out or sat on the pool's side.

Noah had chosen a spot far from where Miss Reed was standing, but despite his best efforts, she still came over and spoke to him.

"Noah, you have a fit team here; I'm impressed." Miss Reed complimented.

"Thanks, Coach, they're a good bunch and not shy of hard work," Noah said proudly.

"I can see that. Would you mind hanging around after training to chat about the team?" Miss Reed asked.

"No problem," Noah replied.

This invoked another elbow to the ribs from Andy.

Training continued with ball skills and shooting practice until Miss Reed wrapped it up.

While everyone else went to get changed, Noah hung around the pool and chatted to Miss Reed about everyone's strengths and weaknesses she'd noticed in training. He was impressed at how quickly she'd summarised all the players.

After five minutes of chatting, Miss Reed released Noah to get changed. Some of the team were already done and starting to leave as he headed for the shower. Noah stripped off, hanging his towel and speedos over the shower door and enjoyed a good wash in piping hot water.

When Noah finally finished showering, he reached for his towel but found it wasn't there. Wiping the water from his eyes he looked around the shower cubicle but could not find it or his speedos. He tentatively opened the door and found his towel or speedos nowhere in sight. In fact, no one was in the changing room anymore.

Walking around the changing room in his birthday suit, Noah looked for his towel, speedos and gear bag, but the room was empty. All his stuff was gone, and no one was around to ask what had happened. He concluded it was some form of a shitty practical joke. The team were renowned for playing them against each other. Noah began pacing up and down the changing room, contemplating his options. Minutes went by, but nothing was coming to him.

Meanwhile, outside the changing rooms, Miss Reed was busy packing away the equipment, putting the nets away, packing the balls in the bags and saying goodbye to the teams as they left. After all her students had left, Kelly Reed stripped down to her one piece and dove in. She felt at home when she swam; she was really drawn to the water.

After a quick few laps, Kelly hit the shower, got changed, and did a final check of the girls' changing rooms. A forgotten swim cap and makeup bag were all she found, and she suspected she'd find much the same in the boys' changing rooms. However, as she entered the boys' changing rooms, she found much, much more.

As soon as she entered the open changing room space, Kelly was instantly hit with several thoughts. Hadn't all the students gone ages ago? Why didn't she announce herself before entering? Why is there still a student here, and most importantly, why the fuck is he naked, pacing around the room?

Despite her multitude of questions, nothing came out of her mouth. Kelly was shocked at the sight of Noah's stripped athletic body striding in what looked like a mixture of deep thought and defeat. She couldn't help but be drawn to the enormous appendage dangling between his legs. She'd noticed something peculiar earlier when she'd spoken to him beside the pool but wrote it off as a trick of the light. Besides, she didn't want to stare at the crotch of a student too long, lest she get busted. But now, she was fixated on the monstrosity before her.

Meanwhile, Noah was so focused in thought that he didn't notice his coach standing in the entryway, checking him out. The best solution he had come up with so far was to grab some clothes or a towel in the lost and found and try to look for his gear bag. However he'd heard someone swimming not so long ago and the showers in the girl's changing rooms go, so he figured he needed to wait a bit longer before moving. It had been quiet for a bit; maybe now was his chance. Noah looked up and saw Miss Reed standing in the entranceway, openly gawking at him.

"Oh shit", Noah shouted, trying to cover himself up with his hands.

"Miss Reed, what the hell?" Noah demanded.

"Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry" Miss Reed said, backing away from the entranceway and behind a dividing wall so she could be heard but not see or be seen.

"I thought everyone had left, I was doing my final checks before locking up, and I wasn't expecting to find you here...naked." She continued.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but it's not my fault. I think I got pranked. I came out of the shower to find all my stuff gone and no one there. I've been waiting for it to be quiet enough for me to come out and find a towel or clothes." Noah explained.

"Oh, I see. Well, I have a spare towel, and you're welcome to borrow my jacket until you find your clothes; I'll be right back." Miss Reed said

A few moments later, she returned with a jacket and towel in hand, eyes closed and hand covering them to be sure. Noah gratefully accepted the towel and jacket, taking a second to admire Miss Reed's now more exposed chest area. Underneath her jacket, Miss Reed was wearing a simple black t-shirt with a flower design emblazoned across her chest. The shirt may have been the correct size for her, but it wasn't for her bust, as the shirt was struggling to conform to the unnaturally large shape of her breasts, stretching the fabric across. The neckline offered a small glimpse of what Noah suspected was truly epic cleavage.

Noah wrapped up in the towel, popped the jacket on and gave Miss Reed the OK to open her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Miss Reed. Really, I am. The team's been pranking each other for years now, and sometimes, we go too far. This one takes the cake, especially seeing as you've been dragged into it," Noah said genuinely.

"Don't get me wrong; it was a surprise, to be sure, but I am partly to blame here. If I had announced myself, I wouldn't have walked in on you, so this one is on me as well. Let's call it even and figure out where your stuff is," Miss Reed offered.

"Thanks, Miss Reed, sounds good."

The student and teacher scoured the pool and surrounding building, but couldn't find Noah's gear.

"I suspect one of those assholes took my bag with them" Noah suggested.

"Wel,l if that's the case I'll be having some stern words with the team tomorrow," Miss Reed replied

"Would you mind letting me try to sort it out? We've been playing dumb pranks on each other for years." I think that's all this is, Noah pleaded.

"If that's how you want to deal with it, no problem." Miss Reed replied as the duo came to a stop, having searched the whole complex.

"Well, thanks for your help. I guess I'm walking home then." Noah said as he started to walk off.

"Wait, can I call your folks to come get you? Miss Reed suggested.

"They're overseas for like the next 3 months, no ones home," Noah said.

"Then I'll give you a ride, where's home?" Miss Reed said

"Oh, wow, that's kind of you, thanks. Pantheon St, off Athens Road." Noah said.

"You're kidding? That's only a block away from me, I'm Hershfeld St. You're on my way home, too easy." Miss Reed said.

The two jumped in Miss Reed's black Camry and headed off. Still, in Miss Reed's towel and jacket, Noah couldn't help but feel odd about the whole situation. The car was awkwardly silent, so he broke the ice.