Brent worked at the athletic director's office for his high school. He had been doing this for four years. He remembered the first time he walked in to the office and spoke with Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns & Mr. Kinney immediately saw something in Brent and hired him on the spot. Ultimately, it started by letting Brent come to the office during his study hall and homeroom. It was a way for the student athletes to get out of the boring confines of the auditorium and help out with in the office. He quickly earned their trust and became one of the best workers. He also began to work outside of school hours and helping at any of the athletic events that he was not involved in. In fact, he was the first freshman to ever do so. It was now three years later. He, Greg, and Alan were all Seniors and had been doing this for years.
In the fall, his ability to work was limited. He was captain of the football team. Obviously, football practice took up most of his time. Nevertheless, he was always working during basketball games and wrestling meets in the winter and baseball games in the spring. During the fall, he was occasionally able to work a girls volleyball game or two if practice was done in time. Tonight was one of those nights,
Practice was over in time for him to rush back to the school following practice. He walked into the office with his best friend Alan. They met his other best friend Greg already in there. Officially, only Greg and Brent were "hired" to work tonight. But of course, you never saw any of these three without the other two nearby. The athletic directors gave the boys $15-$20 for each event they worked. They were responsible for making sure the officials had everything they needed. They also insured the court was swept and mopped during all intermissions or half times. Lastly, videotaping the sporting events was required when the coaches wanted to review the game with their team later on. This was the key to Brent's inevitable happiness on the night that the Andrew High School volleyball team visited.
"Where the hell have you been?" Greg asked as Brent and Alan walked into the A.D.'s office. The term "Athletic Director" had vanished within weeks after he started this job.
"Sorry, dude. I had to make a run to McDonalds." The smell of the Big Mac, cheeseburger, and fries emanated from the bag.
"What did you get me?" Greg asked. He knew the answer would be nothing; but he wanted to give Brent some grief.
"I figured you had eaten at home by now!" He defended himself. He then saw the smirk on Greg's face. "Screw You." He followed up. "Just for that you don't get any of my fries."
Greg reached quickly and grabbed the bag right out of his hand. Within seconds he grabbed a handful of french fries. "You were saying?" He said before shoving the handful in his mouth at once.
"Give me the bag." Brent said as he took the bag right back. This time he held on tighter so he wouldn't lose it again.
"I already let the refs into the locker room and the court is set up and cleaned. So we are even." Greg was referencing the fact that Brent had done these tasks last week when the volleyball team played Romeoville.
"So who's filming first?" Brent quizzed Greg.
Alan was quick to reply, "Not me, that's for sure."
Alan was not scheduled to work and instead planned on simply sitting in the bleachers and watching every good looking girl he could get his eyes on. High school volleyball games were a good source of eye candy. Sure, the volleyball players were not as good looking as the cheerleaders. Yet most of the players were still pretty damn hot.
"You've got to do the whole thing." Greg answered. "Remember? I covered for you the whole night the last time."
None of them liked to film a volleyball game. Whoever got first shift had to set the camera up in the balcony above the stands overlooking the gymnasium. Then, they ultimately had to sit or stand behind the camera through the games. They were completely isolated and alone up there.
Originally, they used to switch duties every game. But this became too difficult because sometimes games were over so quickly. It became a bigger pain in the ass to try to get back and relieve the other. So they instead would film all of the games for either the Sophomore or the Varsity. But Greg was right. He ended up covering for Brent last time.
Greg happily handed Brent the camera and the tripod. Of course, once Greg's hands were free he was able to steal one last french fry. He and Alan turned around and exited the office. Sure, Greg had a few things to do; but Brent definitely got stuck with the worst task. But it would not be long before he would be extremely glad he was up there.
His hands were now full so he literally had to set the tripod down for a second as he closed the door behind him and made sure his set of keys went into his pocket. He picked the tripod back up and made his way towards the gym. He entered in the first door where he could quickly turn right and instantly make a left up the stairs into the balcony. The balcony is where wrestling and gymnastics normally took place. During a volleyball game or basketball game, it was abandoned up there. But it was the perfect place to be if you wanted to film the action down below. It was here that he set up the tripod and camera right next to the closed bleachers. He looked in the viewfinder and saw that the camera was in a perfect position so he would not really have to adjust it or move it for the rest of the game.
He then went back behind him to find a chair to sit on. There were mats and gymnastics equipment everywhere. Brent found a chair and pulled up beside the camera and got ready for his long boring duties. He managed to sit through the sophomore game without falling asleep. It did not last long because his high school really was no good. They lost in two matches straight. Nevertheless, watching volleyball was enjoyable because of the fact that most of the girls out there looked pretty good. Tonight in particular he noticed that quite a few of the girls from Andrew high school were looking good. As he watched the game he saw a very cute redhead out there. He also noticed that one of the girls had extremely large tits. Every time she moved on the court they bounced beautifully. These were the two girls he focused on the most as he simply sat there and fantasized about them. Little did he know that his fantasies were about to come true.
Shortly after the sophomore match, the varsity match began. As he was filming, a girl from the Andrew sophomore volleyball team came up and started talking him.
"Do you film all the games?" She asked.
"Someone does." He told her. "I tend to work a lot of games whenever possible."
"It looks like it gets pretty boring." She pointed out inquisitively.
"Yeah, but most the time somebody is here and I can talk to them while I'm filming." He paused a second. "So thanks in advance for sticking around and talking to me." He was proud of this clever line.
He paused briefly, now showing his usual hesitation around girls. "I'm Brent." He was back on track.
"Lisa." She told him.
"You played a good game." He told her since he recognized her from his filming earlier.
"Thanks." She replied.
He recognized her because she was one of the girls he enjoyed watching the most. During the game he noticed that her ass was the best looking. She also had drop dead gorgeous legs. Although her tits were not the biggest of all the girls on the court he did notice them during the time she played.
Now however, up close he saw exactly how big they were. They looked great. Even though they were covered by a lavender fuzzy sweater, it was obvious how big they were. She was wearing light blue jeans that were perfectly form fitted on her legs. As she stood next to him he could actually see her jeans were tight enough to show her camel toe. This made him excited. He even began to wonder if she might notice his erection.
"So can you ever step away from the camera?" She asked him as she turned her head back behind them.
"Sure." Brent answered. "The whole court is being filmed so I really don't have to do much."
She then got up and started to walk back behind him. She walked over to the gymnastics equipment and started to play around. She first jumped on the balance beam straddling it. He continued to watch the game but looked back at her quite frequently. She then stood up and walked somewhat gracefully down the balance beam. As she jumped off and hit the mat her tits bounced beautifully.
The whole time she was back there she continued to watch him coyly. There was something about this girl. She was definitely flirting with him. She was definitely up to no good. And he was definitely excited about it.
He wanted so badly to just watch her all the time; but he knew that would be too obvious. So instead he pretended to look through the viewfinder every now and again. Once in a while he would look back at what she was doing. At this point she was now climbing on the even parallel bars. She was sitting on top of them straddling both bars with her legs. He turned his attention back to the game.
"Brent!" She called him.
He looked back and she now had her sweater and her bra lifted up to her neck. Her breasts that he had realized just a few minutes ago were bigger than he originally thought were now completely exposed. His suspicion was confirmed.
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