Volleyball Girls
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 2: The Locker Room Incident
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Locker Room Incident - I wasn't athletic enough to play on any teams in high school, but I wanted to participate by being a volunteer equipment manager, maybe for the football or basketball team. When I asked our athletic director, he told me the team that really needed help was the girls' volleyball team. When I seemed reluctant, he said two words that convinced me, "Volleyball shorts."
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual School Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Leg Fetish Teacher/Student
Once the team started playing regular games, things got a little busier for me. After a home game, I had to gather up the dirty uniforms and make sure they were clean before the next game. I also tried to clean up the locker room as much as I could because Coach Wilson didn’t want other teams complaining about the mess her team left behind. The girls really were kind of messy. It was like I had suddenly inherited fourteen sisters.
I couldn’t start my chores until all the players had left the locker room. I had to wait outside until one of the captains told me it was okay to go in. Coach Wilson explained to me why that rule was in place. “There’s a lot of nudity and semi-nudity in the locker room, even though not all of the players take a shower. Some of them are a little shy about being naked in front of their teammates, but some of the older players parade around like they were at a nudist colony.”
“Got it,” I told her, wondering why she would want to plant those images in my teenage brain. I’m pretty sure I would have freaked out if somehow I forgot the rule and barged in when there was a lot of teenage flesh being revealed.
The plan worked great for the first three home games, then one Friday night, things got weird. I was waiting in the hall outside of the locker room, laundry bags in hand, ready to get to work. The girls came trickling out one or two at a time. I didn’t bother counting as they walked by, but it seemed like there couldn’t be many left. Two more girls came out, giggling and looking at me, so I got the feeling that something was up. I saw Milly leave, but all she did was shake her head, so I went back to waiting impatiently. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Carla stuck her head out.
“Come on in, Alex. Monica needs your help.”
Monica, our best setter, had played a great game, but had seemed to be limping when she headed for the locker room. “What does she need?” I asked.
“She tweaked her hamstring and wants you to work on it.”
“Work on it? I’m not a trainer,” I told her, “I don’t know what to do.”
“You’ve got two hands, don’t ya?” Carla said. “Monica can tell you what to do. This has happened to her before. Come on, it’s okay. It’s just the two of us, and we’re dressed.” That wasn’t exactly true, but I didn’t know it at the time.
I followed Carla into the locker room and saw Monica lying face down on one of the benches. She had a big towel covering her from head to buttocks, which left her beautifully formed legs on display. I couldn’t help wondering if she had anything on under the towel. She had to, right? I mean, these girls could be a little wild, but surely this wasn’t a setup, something to try to embarrass me, or get me fired, could it?
Monica turned her head, looked back at me, and said, “It’s the right one, Alex. It’s not too bad, all I need is to get it loosened up a little before I go home. I’ll start treating it there. I don’t want to wait until it tightens up.”
I looked at her leg, still hesitant. As much as touching the well-formed muscles of her thigh had been something I had dreamed about since I had started working with the team, this still felt like something I shouldn’t be doing. I’d almost forgotten that Carla was still there, standing right behind me, until I heard her say, “You do know where a hamstring is, right?”
“Of course,” I said, even though I wasn’t 100% sure. I probed the back of Monica’s tanned, slim but muscular thigh, hoping that she would tell me when I was in the right place. I moved my fingers around a little, felt something harder than the surrounding tissue, and she responded.
“That’s it. Rub there.”
After finding the target, I grew more confident. I started massaging it and thought I was doing a good job until I heard her say, “Don’t be afraid, rub harder.”
“Yeah,” Carla said, “She likes it hard.”
Monica laughed and said, “Carla, can you not be a total slut for just a little while?”
I kept going for a little longer, then Monica said. “Try using your thumbs. Ahh ... yeah ... push on it ... that’s it ... hurts a little ... but it feels good too.”
Carla couldn’t leave that line alone. “Kinda like losing your virginity, right Mon?”
“Ignore her, Alex,” my patient said. “Move your hands up, closer to my butt. It’s tight all the way up.”
I kept my thumbs over the strained muscle while I slid my hands further up her leg. It’s what she wants, I kept reminding myself, when my conscience tried to kick in a little. It’s just a simple procedure, but, damn, I was enjoying it. My fingers were almost touching the towel, and again I wondered what she had on under it, if anything. As I continued massaging her leg, she groaned and said quietly, “This is almost as good as sex.”
Carla was now standing right behind me, her strong body pinning me against the bench. I felt her hand circle around my waist and move across my groin. She stuck her fingers inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I hadn’t even realized I had an erection until she did that. “Guess what, Monica, Alex is enjoying this as much as you are.”
Monica had been cushioning her head on her folded arms, but now her right arm straightened out, and her hand slithered back. It moved across the front of my shorts, exploring the discovery Carla had told her about. She wrapped her fingers around the protuberance in my shorts and held on, like I might try to get away. That was the last thing on my mind. “Nice,” she whispered, “Alex, I didn’t know you were this much of a man.”
Carla was still standing right behind me, but now her hand slid up between my legs until she had a threateningly strong grip on my testicles. I didn’t know what was going on. Then she whispered in my ear, “Which one of us would you most like to fuck, Alex, and before you answer, remember who has your balls.”
I thought she had to be teasing, so I didn’t respond right away. As tempting as that challenge was, I knew that making any choice would probably lead to trouble. I just wanted to get away with my equipment intact. I was still trying to decide on what to do when I heard the worst possible voice behind me, Coach Wilson.
“What the hell is going on here?” she growled.
Carla and Monica both pulled their hands away like my shorts were on fire when they heard the coach’s voice. Monica sat up, and when her towel fell away, I saw that she wasn’t naked, not exactly. She was wearing panties and a sports bra. I wanted to run away, maybe to China, but I still had a rock-hard erection that I was trying to hide from Coach’s view, so I couldn’t even turn around to face her.
Monica was the first one to speak. “Not what it looks like, coach. I strained my hammy tonight, and I asked Alex to massage it.”
“And what are you doing here, Carla?” Coach Wilson asked. “Did you sprain something, too? All right, I want to see both of you in my office now. Alex, go ahead and do your job.”
I collected the sweaty uniforms as quickly as I could, thinking that this might be the last time I did it. As much as she liked me, I was sure Coach was going to fire me. I had violated one of the few rules that she had given me. After I got the washer going, I went back to the locker room and waited outside the door for my execution.
A few minutes later, Carla and Monica came out. They were smiling, so I guessed they hadn’t been dropped from the team or faced any severe punishment. As they passed by me, neither one said anything out loud, but Monica silently mouthed “call me” and accompanied it with the holding-a-phone gesture. I was still trying to figure out if she was serious when the door opened again and Coach looked at me and said, “Come in, Alex.”
Usually, she was smiling when we talked, but now she looked very unhappy. I followed her through the locker room into a hallway lined with offices. The biggest, of course, were used by the football and basketball coaches. Coach Wilson shared a smaller one with Faith Morgan, the girls’ basketball coach. I’d been in that room several times, but now it seemed more like a prison cell. I felt terrible, not because I was about to be fired from a job I liked, but also because I had put Coach Wilson in such a difficult position.
She told me to sit down in front of the messy desk that she shared with Coach Morgan, then walked around and sat behind it. I couldn’t even look at her. I stared at the floor, hoping it might suddenly open up and swallow me. Central Florida has a history of sinkhole activity, so I thought that might be a possibility. She made me wait for what seemed like all night before she finally said something.
“Alex, I’m not blaming you for what happened, but I am disappointed by your lack of judgment. You didn’t have any idea what Monica and Carla had in mind?”
“I kinda knew something was going on, but when Monica said she needed help, I thought I should...”
“Never mind, Alex, like I said, I’m not blaming you. It’s those two smartasses I’m mad at. So, Carla told you it was all right to enter the locker room?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. I still couldn’t bring myself to look her in the eye.
“And when you went in, what did you see?”
“Monica was lying on one of the benches with a towel over the top part of her body.”
“And...?”
“She told me where it hurt, and I started massaging that part of her leg.”
“When did you get training on how to handle a hamstring injury, Alex?”
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