Chapter 2

The first week was uneventful. I met the other members of the staff and told them of my qualifications. They all seemed to think I am exactly what the school needs.

My days were filled with cuts, scrapes and the occasional minor bruise. I dispensed a fair amount of aspirin and similar painkillers, and applied several dozen bandages to scrapes. No one came to me for athletic training advice or for after-exercise rub downs, and I began to feel a little wasted. My one observation was that the uniforms worn by the girls during physical education classes provided surprisingly little coverage They were basically a white tee shirt with the name of the school printed across the top and a pair of open leg, short exercise shorts in dark blue. I did notice that several of the girls had shortened their shirts so that their midriffs were exposed.

Hearing the door to the facility opening, I looked up to see a young girl hobbling in. "Coach Paul, could you help me please? I have a bad cramp in my leg."

I helped her to the massage table and suggested she sit up on it. I reached for my clip board and began filling out the forms. Her name was Abigail, but everyone calls her Abby. She is 13 and a freshman, and she was playing volleyball and tried to jump for a ball when her leg suddenly hurt a lot. She twisted around so that she was sitting flat legged on the table. As I reached for her lower leg, she said, "oh no. It's hurts up here." She spread her legs wider and pointed to her inner thigh on her right leg. "From about here down to my knee is really sore."

"Ok, lie back and raise your knees a bit, " I told her. As I cradled her knee in both hands, I started to gently rub her muscles. Looking down from my position over the table, I could see that the leg opening of her gym shorts had fallen against her hips. I stopped suddenly as I realized that I was looking at a very large mass of coal black pubic hair that was plainly visible through the opening. She obviously was not wearing panties of any kind. Recovering from my discovery, I thought it remarkable that such a young girl would have such a dense bush. I continued massaging her leg, gradually moving upward.

"How far up does it hurt?"

"Almost to the top," she replied, and pulled her shorts aside, pointing with her other hand and providing me with a magnificent view of the right half of her entire crotch. My cock began to react as well, and I tried to think of other things, so that I would not be embarrassed with my first injured student. As my fingers worked the tightened muscles in her leg, they became tangled in the hem of her gym shorts. With my little finger running thorough her pubes, I was rubbing the top of her thigh as well as a part of her abdomen. As she moved around in response to my massage, I realized that she was actually moving her crotch to be closer to my hand. Her eyes were closed and she was lifting her hips to the movement of my hands.

I finally came to my senses and moved my hand back, completely onto her leg and away from her crotch completely. Being arrested during my first week of employment was not high on my list of things to do.

"I think that your cramp should be relieved now, Abby." She sat up, hopped off the table and said thank you as she ran out of the room.

I was very concerned that my career might face an early end if Abby told anyone about her experiences on my massage bench. About an hour later, the door opened and a very cute, but quite young girl walked over to my desk. She stood quietly, waiting for me to finish what I was writing.

"Can you help me, please? I have bad cramps every month, and they make it hard for me to go to class," she said. She was in obvious discomfort, holding her abdomen. "They always start about a week before my period, and they really do hurt."

"I think I may be able to offer you some relief. But first, I need your name and stuff." Her name was Lara, she was 11, and this had been happening for almost a year; each month was the same pain. I had her climb up onto the table and asked her to lie on her back. I reached out to begin an abdominal massage, but her clothing was interfering. I couldn't rub through her blue jeans, and rubbing only above them would do no good. Without my having to ask, she quickly reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her almost-not-there hips and finally pushing them below her knees. Asking if her shirt was in the way, she sat up and pulled it over her head before I could respond.

To my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not much bigger than half a peach, if that large, with dime sized areola and tiny little nipples. She may have been very young, but she was cute as a button, and lying there in just her panties, she was sexy as hell. Instantly, I became hard as a rock. I looked down at her and began to rub her tummy lightly, working from side to side in gradually more powerful strokes and moving from above her navel to below it. I stopped when I got to the top of her bikini panties and reversed direction, moving upwards again. I continued that pattern for a few cycles until she asked if I could rub a little lower too, saying that the source of the cramps was lower than I had been rubbing. There wasn't much to those bikini panties, believe me. They were as transparent as glass, and I could see the beginnings of hair sprouting out and around her nether lips. I continued to massage her, pulling my hands from opposite sides, across her lower abdomen, and eventually across her mound as well. By this time she was much more relaxed, and I suggested that it might feel even better without her panties on. Once again, she didn't hesitate, but quickly slid them down and flipped them onto the floor.