The coach Essay

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the coach

I had been running track all through high school and was just about to start my senior
season. I had never been great, but good enough to make states last year in the middle
distances. Up until this year our only coaches were your typical, out of shape, over the
hill, middle aged women who only coached track because they were either mean old biddies
who liked to boss around young women or were athletes themselves before they let
themselves go and now wanted to relive their fantasies of victory through our hard work
and sweat.

This spring though, things changed. We had a student teacher that offered to help out with
the track team. She had run track in both high school and college but had used up her last
year of eligibility and now was working on her Masters of Education. Her name was Naomi
and she was assigned the runners since she obviously was better at it than any of our
other coaches. Not only that, but she was faster than anyone else on the team except our
top girl in the 100. She could easily beat everyone else in any distance up to the mile.
Add to that the fact that she was prettier than most of the girls on the team and our
fragile egos were taking a beating. If she hadn't been one of the nicest and most helpful
people in the world things might have gotten ugly. Instead, she became one of our best
friends, as well as our coach and some of our teacher.

I don't know exactly why, but Naomi seemed to make me her special project for the season.
From the first day of practice she pushed me harder than anyone else, spent more time with
me and made sure that I pushed myself. Maybe it was because I ran the same distances she
ran, but then again so did a few of the other girls. Maybe it was because she saw
something in me that none of the other coaches had. I wasn't sure what it was, but at
times I enjoyed the extra attention, at other times I hated it when she made me run the
extra distance or work extra hard. She seemed to be able to know exactly how to get the
best out of me though because by mid season she had me running the best times I had ever
run and even a few college scouts were starting to stop by at our meets to check me out.
There was even talk of me not just making states, but perhaps even winning them.

Now all of this would have been great except for one thing. I had also developed a very serious crush on Naomi.

I had known I was different for a long time. I always had crushes on other girls while I
was growing up. I remember how much of a problem it had created in my family when at age 6
I told my parents I was going to marry my best friend Melody. I had never heard of
homosexuality in my household and no one had ever told me that girls weren't supposed to
like other girls that way. When I said what I did about Melody my father had my mother sit
me down and explain that women didn't marry women and men didn't marry men. That it turned
out would be the entire course on sex education I would get from my parents.

All through puberty I struggled with feelings regarding my sexuality. When I discovered
masturbation I didn't masturbate thinking about boys or teen idols, I masturbated thinking
about other girls and women. When I had crushes they weren't on boys in our class, they
were on other girls. When we practiced kissing in our early teens, I wanted more. So even
though my parents told me it was wrong somewhere deep inside I knew it wasn't. But still,
I thought it was all a phase, something I would grow out of. I thought I just needed to
meet the right boy and I would fall in love with him and want to kiss and make love to

Naomi wasn't the only crush I had suffered from growing up. I had more than my share,
probably because I couldn't ever tell anyone about them. But something about her was
different. I found, as well as most of the other girls on the team, that she was very easy
to talk to. She sort of became the team's councilor and confidant. I know several of the
girls talked to her about boyfriend problems and one girl even went to her for help when
she thought she might be pregnant, although she was just having the horrible 'I am going
on the pill next month so I will be late this month syndrome.' I guess you could say she
became the big sister I, and many of the other girls never had.

That is another reason my crush was such a problem. I really liked Naomi as a friend and
didn't want to ever do anything to possibly wreck that friendship. Since she was engaged
to be married to an absolute hunk that occasionally stopped by practice and made all the
other girls swoon, I figured that she was just going to be another lover for my
masturbatory fantasies. By then I was used to that. I dared not even talk to anyone about
my fantasies for fear that it would get out and I knew what would happen if it did.

So with the season winding down I resigned myself to the fact that I was in love with someone who would never know it.

States were three weeks away and as luck would have it Naomi's student teacher assignment
was ending and she wouldn't be around to be our coach for the end of the season. She was
going to be gone at the end of the week. She approached me at the end of practice.

"Lynne, you know I think you are going to do great at States but you really need to keep
up your training and try and peak right then. I was thinking if you are willing to train
on Saturdays I would be glad to work with you. The rest of my days are going to be tied up
with classes and working on my thesis." Naomi said to me as we started walking back
towards the locker room.

"I don't know," I said, even though the idea that she would be willing to do this for me
made me feel like I was walking on a cloud. "I work until late afternoon on Saturdays and
I don't want to make it too difficult for you.."

"Well," She seemed to be thinking. "If you would be willing to put in the time I am sure I
can do the same. You show a lot of promise and I was talking to our track coach. She saw
you last week at the multi-team meet and was really impressed by what she saw. She is
thinking if you win or place in states she might offer you a scholarship."

Now I couldn't turn her down. "A scholarship?" I screamed, jumping up and down. "Well
Coach, I will do whatever you think I need to do to get a scholarship."

We made an appointment for our first training session. I was to meet her at the track at
4:00 on Saturday. She told me Coach Lopez had given her a key to the locker room so we
could use it to shower and change after our workout.

Saturday afternoon came and when I arrived at the track Naomi was already there. I could
tell she had been running because she was sweaty and slightly out of breathe. I checked my
watch, worrying that I was late, but I was right on time.

"Hi Lynne," Naomi jogged up to me. "I got here a little early so figured I would get a workout in before we started."

"Well, at least that will make it a little easier for me to beat you Coach," I replied. I
put down my bag. I had changed before I left work so I had on my shorts and singlet
already. All I needed to do was stretch out and put on my running shoes and I would be
ready to go.

"That sounds like a challenge to me," Naomi laughed. "I hope you are ready to run because
we are going to run and run hard. Get your shoes on and stretch out because for the next
two hours your ass is mine girl."

"Oops," I thought to myself. Naomi was a good coach and she normally worked us hard and
when she wanted to she could work us really hard. I had a feeling that by the end of today
I would be worked like I hadn't been worked before.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished stretching Naomi started to work me and work me hard.
But everything she had me do, she did also, usually better and faster. When we finally got
to running for times we both were soaking wet with sweat and sore. But she kept pushing
and in our third set I actually beat her and set a personal best for that distance. But by
the time we finished I wasn't sure I could even run back to the locker room. Naomi too
looked tired, but not nearly as exhausted as I felt.

We headed to the locker room and Naomi said she was really happy with the way things
worked out. I was only a few tenths behind what the girl who was expected to win states
had been running and Naomi felt if the training went as well as it had today I would be
right there.

We got to the doors for the locker room and Naomi unlocked them and let us in. She locked
them back up as soon as we were inside.

"Do you have anywhere you have to be?" Naomi asked as we got into the training room.

"Not really, I was just going to head home and get some dinner and then do some homework."
I wondered why Naomi was asking.

"Good because I want you to hit he whirlpool tub before you take a shower. You worked hard
today and the whirlpool will keep you from tightening up. 20 minutes should do it." Naomi
turned on the water for the tub. "Here you adjust the temperature. You should have it as
hot as you can stand it. I am going to hit the showers. I am meeting Jim for a late dinner
and movie."

I put my bag down and adjusted water to a temperature I thought I could stand. Then I went
into the locker room to get undressed and grab a towel.

Now, usually after a workout the coaches would be around the locker room, but if they
showered they must have done it after the team left. So I was surprised when I walked into
the locker room and saw Naomi standing there nude while she went through her bag. She had
her shampoo, conditioner, a razor and a few other things on the bench next to her. I
couldn't help but look at her well toned, and completely tan body. Even with all the time
she spent with us in shorts and a singlet she had almost no tan lines.

She looked up as I walked in. "Grab me a towel too," she said as I reached over to grab
one for myself my eyes never leaving Naomi's body. I grabbed her a second towel and walked
over to her, trying not to look but amazed at how beautiful her body looked. So fit, so
tanned. And I noticed she had almost no bush, just a little fur above her lips. She
obviously trimmed and shaved most of it.

I felt foolish when Naomi finally said, "Well, can I have my towel please." She was
standing there naked with her hand out, waiting for me to hand her the towel. I handed her
the towel, trying not to look her in the eyes, or at anything else for that matter. I must
have been blushing because Naomi laughed.

"I know what you are thinking," Naomi giggled. I hoped she didn't because the fact was I
was thinking what it would feel like to touch her body. Kiss her breasts. Taste her nearly
naked mound. "You are wondering where I get my tan. Well, if I was still teaching here I
would probably lie to you and tell you I got it from a tanning bed but truth is Jim has a
boat and I get to sunbathe on it whenever we go out on the lake."

"Oh," was my so intelligent response.

Naomi smiled at me, gathered up her stuff and the towel and headed towards the showers. I
watched her tanned bottom as she walked away. "Hit the tub, I don't want you all tight for
the meet on Monday."

From my locker I could see into the showers. I tried not to look but snuck a few quick
glances as I undressed. As I wrapped the towel around me to head back to the training room
I looked up and my eyes widened as I saw Naomi shaving herself. Hoping she didn't hear the
little gasp that escaped my lips I rushed into the training room and climbed into the
steaming tub and turned on the jets.

I couldn't stop thinking about Naomi as I lay in the tub. That she was naked in the next
room right now showering. How great she looked. How jealous I was of Jim. My mind stated
to fantasize about going into the shower right now and telling her how I felt. No, just
walking in and taking her in my arms and kissing her. My fingers started to explore my own
body as I sat there in the tub, water up to my neck, the jets caressing my body.

I lost myself in my fantasies and soon was masturbating as I sat in the tub the hot
bubbling water completely covering my body. I was dreaming that it was Naomi and I out on
that boat in the middle of the lake, both of us nude, putting sunscreen on each other. I
dreamed that she would allow me to apply it to her beautiful bottom, to her breasts, even
to her nearly naked mound. I was just about to cum when I heard Naomi's voice.

"Well, I said 20 minutes would be enough. Come on girl, I do have a date." She was standing in the door right behind me.

"Sorry, I must have lost track of time." I reached over the edge of the tub, hoping she
didn't notice how erect my nipples were. I quickly hopped out of the tub and wrapped a
towel around myself. "I can shower at home if you want me to," I quickly blurted out as I
half ran past her.

"No, I still have to do my hair, but you will need to hustle." She said as I headed for my showers.

I got in and tried to be careful as I washed myself. I was so horny that I knew if I spent
much time washing my mound I would be getting myself in trouble. To save time I didn't
wash my hair, simply soaped up, washed off and wrapped my towel around me as I headed back
to my locker.

Naomi was standing by my locker, my bag in her hand. "You might need this," she said. She
put it down and started to run a brush through her hair. I waited for a moment, expecting
her to leave. "Let's talk about what I want you to work on while you get dressed."

I am normally not shy around the locker room; in fact since I am proud of my body and the
shape I keep myself in, you might say I am a bit of an exhibitionist. But with Naomi
standing there, I suddenly felt self-conscious. Not only had I just masturbated thinking
about her beautiful body, but also now I felt woefully inadequate. My tan lines vs. her
beautiful, fully tanned body. My unkempt bush, not that it was a jungle since my hair was
fine and not very dense, but still against her very well trimmed and shaved mound, it
looked bushy and wild. My smaller breasts compared to Naomi's full and beautifully shaped
ones. Even my small, but long nipples, compared to Naomi's beautifully shaped, large ones.
I stood there too long, my towel wrapped around me, unsure. Not fully listening to Naomi
as she brushed her hair and talked about what she wanted me to work on next week.

"Hey, you can dress while we talk," Naomi stopped brushing and her words snapped me out of
my trance. "I do have someplace to go you know, and I don't want to be late." She giggled.
"Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad an idea. You know what they say, letting them wait a
little isn't always a bad thing."

I finally took off my towel and felt very naked, not just due to my lack of clothing. What
was worse was I was again getting aroused. While Naomi had seen me naked many times
before, it was always in a locker room full of naked girls. Now it was just she and I, and
I had also seen her naked for the first time and those thoughts kept racing through my

"Now I wrote everything down and I will give it to you when we get to my car," I realized
again that I wasn't listening to her but rather my mind was going places it should have.
My nipples were rock hard and my mound was again starting to grow moist even as I felt
embarrassed by my nudity. I was glad when I finally finished drying off and slid my
panties up my legs and my bra over my shoulders.

It seemed like, once covered I was able to concentrate once more on what Naomi was saying.
Yes I would make sure I followed the work out schedule she would give me. Yes I would call
her to give her an update every night. Yes I would be ready for another workout next
Saturday. In fact, I knew I would be looking forward to it more than she would ever know.

When I finally finished dressing we headed out of the locker room to our cars. I had dad's
Buick and again I felt so inadequate when I looked at her Miyata. She had the top down and
simply reached inside to grab her briefcase. She looked through it for a second and then
handed me a piece of paper..

"Now make sure you follow it to the letter. I gave a copy to Coach Lopez and she will make
sure someone works with you on this. I also told her about the scholarship deal. She knows
how much that means to both of us."

I looked that the paper and saw I would be working really hard all week. It was going to
be difficult but I vowed to myself to keep to it, no matter how hard it would be. The last
thing in the world I wanted to do was disappoint Naomi.

What happened next was a surprise. Naomi reached over and gave me a big hug. She pulled me
towards her and I could feel her breasts against mine as she squeezed me tight. My legs
felt suddenly week, but in an instant it was over.

"I will give you a call Monday night," she said as she hopped into her car and started it
up. "I want to see how you are doing."

As she sped away I stood there, the paper in my hand, my mind whirling as thoughts I never
should have raced through them. I couldn't wait until tomorrow night to hear her voice,
even if it was over the telephone. I climbed into dad's Buick and had the incredible urge
to touch myself right there in the school parking lot. I managed however to wait until I
went to bed that night. Only then did I let myself go, pretending that my hands were
Naomi's as I brought myself to orgasm while biting my lip and trying to keep as quiet as
possible, knowing my parents were just down the hall.

I had had minor crushes before, but this was my first big one. The whole next day I
couldn't think of anything but Naomi. I knew I wasn't supposed to work out, but late in
the afternoon I did go for a run, just to work off some of my nervous energy. I kept
looking at how hard I would be working next week, not because I enjoyed the thought of
burning legs and lungs, but because the piece of paper was something Naomi had done just
for me. Even as I tried to do my homework, my mind kept drifting, thinking about Naomi,
thinking about her and I. Then I would laugh and tell myself that I was fantasizing again
about something that would never happen.

Monday finally came and again my mind was not on school, not on my classes and even when I
was working hard at practice, not on my running. It was simply on the fact that sometime
tonight I would hear Naomi's voice. I would be able to talk to her. Even as I was sweating
in the spring heat of Arizona all I could think about was talking on the phone with Naomi,
telling her how I followed her workout to the letter. Every now and then Coach Lopez would
break me out of my trance with some more instructions.

"I have never seen you work so hard," Coach Lopez said as we were walking up to the locker
room. Because of the workout Naomi had left she and I had to stay an extra 30 minutes at
the track. I was exhausted. "You really pushed it. I think the extra work has really done
wonders. You have dropped your times across the board in the last month and you are within
a few tenths of being the fastest in the state."

I hardly heard a word she said. All I wanted to do was get home and wait by the phone for Naomi to call.

When I did get home I ate a quick dinner and then told my parents I had homework to do. I
did, but found it very hard to concentrate. I just wanted the phone to ring. Every time it
did I would run down the stairs, only to be disappointed. Finally, at almost 9:00 p.m.,
when I had almost given up hope that she would call, the phone rang.

My mother got it first. I could tell it was Naomi even hearing only one side of the
conversation. My mother had met Naomi several times and she really admired her and thought
she was a good role model. My mom was asking her how school was going, was she ready for
graduation and if she had landed a job yet? Finally, after what seemed like forever she
handed me the phone..

I was so excited that I had to try and control my breathing as I heard her voice. "So how
did the workout go?" Naomi's voice seemed rushed. I heard his voice in the background.

"Oh, it was hard, but I think it went well. Coach Lopez worked with me," I had sat down on
the couch, settling in, happy to finally hear her voice.

"Yea, I talked to her earlier. She said she hardly even had to be there, that you did a
great job pushing yourself, and all the other girls on the team even. She said your
enthusiasm is contagious. I am so glad to hear that. Well, I have to run, Jim and I just
got home and we need to take a shower. Oops, I probably shouldn't have put it that way,
well anyway, keep up the good work and I will talk to you again later this week. Remember,
tomorrow you go light. I don't want you overworking yourself. Work hard, recover. That is
the way you will win."

"Okay coach," I hoped she couldn't hear the disappointment in my voice. "I will do that. I
will talk to you later this week I guess."

"Yes, but I will be checking in with Coach Lopez. Goodnight." With that she hung up.

I just sat there looking at the phone. I had waited for two days and it was all over in
less than a minute, and all because of him. I was having my first real feelings of
jealousy. I wanted nothing less than to have Jim out of the picture. He was the reason we
only talked for a few seconds. He was the one Naomi was going to take a shower with. He
was the one that was keeping us apart. "No you silly girl," I said to myself, "the reason
you and she are not together is that she likes men, not dykes."

A tear ran down my cheek as I hung up the phone. I went up to my room, got undressed and
climbed into bed. Even as I tried not to, I thought of them together, in the shower,
kissing, soaping each other. Finally I fell into a fitful sleep.

Over the next few days I started to get back to normal. While thoughts of Naomi still
dominated all others, they were starting to get a little less of an obsession. I was
resigning myself to the fact that she had no ideas the feelings I was having for her, nor
would she ever, because I sure was not going to tell her. The only thing that I did that
was out of the ordinary, and one I explained away by saying I had gotten a new bathing
suit that was a little higher cut, was I had trimmed and shaved some of my bush so now it
looked just like Naomi's.

Thursday night she called. I figured she would and found myself waiting for the phone to
ring again. But this time the call came much earlier. I had barely finished dinner when my
mom called for me to come get the phone.

"Hi," Naomi seemed her regular cheerful self. "Heard the week has gone well at practice."

"Yea, Coach Lopez says my form is the best she has seen since Lindsey T. back in the 80s."
Lindsey was a legend, having held every school and state record at the middle distances
for years. She still held the school records but I was close to breaking them.

"Great, hey, about Saturday," at this instant I suddenly deflated, sure she was going to
cancel out workout to be with HIM, "I hope you don't mind if we change things around a
little. I was thinking that after the workout, you and I could go grab some dinner and
maybe catch a movie. Jim is heading out of town to go fishing with some buddies for the
weekend, and I thought since if you didn't have any plans we could do something. It will
also give me some time to tell you a little more about Coach Carmichael and the program
over here. She says you are almost a lock for at least a partial scholarship if you want
it. And if you win states, probably a full ride."

I don't know which I was more excited about, the scholarship or the prospect of going out
with Naomi for the night. "I will have to let my parents know, but sure, I think it would
be great to go out with you." That didn't sound right at all. I quickly backtracked. "I
mean, I really would love to get more information about the program at the U."

"Great, tell you what, so you don't have to have your dad's car over at the school why
don't I just pick you up before the workout. We will workout and then go get some dinner
and then catch a movie or do something. I can drop you off. Think that will work?" Naomi
had no idea how much she had made my day.

"Yea, that would be great. What time should I be ready," I could hardly contain my excitement.

"Make it 3:30, I plan to work you hard," Naomi finalized the plans. We spent about another
15 minutes on the phone talking about how the workouts went, what my times were and other
generalities. Finally Naomi said she had to go and get some dinner herself.

I hurried up to my room and tried to finish my homework. Finally done, I laid down on my
bed thinking about Saturday night. I was too excited to go to sleep. I lay there looking
up at the ceiling, thinking thoughts I never should have, but ones that kept me awake
until after my parents had gone to bed, and I could take care of the problem these
thoughts created.

The following two days crawled by. Practice Friday afternoon seemed especially long since
Coach Lopez kept yelling at me to keep my mind on the workout. After practice I went home
and tried to do some homework and get some sleep, neither very successfully. Saturday
wasn't much better. The morning was a waste and the afternoon I spent primping and getting
myself ready. I put makeup on, and then scrubbed it off. I took a long, hot shower and
shaved and trimmed my mound, laughing at myself as I did it. But I knew that Naomi was
going to see it, and I was hoping she would notice how I had followed her lead. I toyed
with the idea of shaving it completely bare, but knew that I could never explain that to
the girls in the locker room.

Finally 3:30 came and I was ready. I had packed my best jeans, a blouse that I hoped would
be sexy, but not slutty and a nice pair of sandals. I was dressed in my shorts, singlet
and running shoes as I sat on the porch, my bag next to me, waiting for that little Miata.

And I waited, and I waited. 3:30 came and went, then 3:45, then 4:00. Finally at 4:05
Naomi pulled up. She waved me over.

"Sorry I'm late. Something came up at school. I will tell you about it later. Let's go,"
she leaned over and opened the door as I reached the car.

"I was just about ready to go in and call you, I thought you had forgot me," my voice betrayed me.

"Forget you?" Naomi laughed as I sat down and closed the door. "Just when I was getting
you just the way I wanted you," she sped away from the curb. "I would never do that, and
anyway I was really looking forward to tonight, it isn't often I get to go out with the
girls anymore."

Naomi drove like she ran, fast but in control. We were at the track in no time. It was fun
riding in this little convertible, watching the men check us out as we drove by. It felt
great to be with Naomi.

Once at the track however she was all business. We stretched and then got right into
running circuits. It was at hot day and in half an hour I was dripping with sweat and had
already finished the water bottle I had brought. Naomi took out a cooler with several
sports drinks in it and we kept on running. The major difference from last week is now
Naomi and I were running almost exactly even. She was not longer beating me consistently.
In fact, it seemed like it was her that was struggling to keep up. After an hour we
stopped to get another drink. My legs ached and I was breathing hard, but Naomi was
doubled over and seemed just about done in.

"Well, I think your workouts this week helped," Naomi said between gulps of her drink. "I
didn't get much track time in this week and I think it shows. I think it is time that I
coach and you run for a while."

The last hour of the workout was designed to improve my kick. She pushed me hard with
sprints. If I thought I was sweating the first hour the second one left me totally
drenched. When we were finally done I had drank almost a gallon of fluids but still felt
completely wrung out. I gulped down a quart as we walked up towards Naomi's car.

"Okay, well you run up to the locker room, I will see you up there." Naomi said as she put
the cooler and her other things in the car.

"What, I can't ride?" I was so tired that even though it was only a couple of hundred
yards, I was looking forward to the ride.

"And make a mess out of my nice leather seats? Girl you are wetter than a dog left out in
a thunderstorm. Plus, you are going to race my little toy here to the locker room. If you
take off right now you just might beat me, and the winner gets to choose what we eat
tonight." Naomi hopped in and grabbed her keys.

I took off as fast as I could. I had gone about 75 yards when I heard the car start. She
would have to stay on the road, which meant she had about double the distance to cover
than I had, and I had already covered a third of mine. I heard her tires squeal as she put
the car in gear. I could hear the engine revving as I closed the distance to the door. But
with 50 yards still to go she passed me and pulled up to the locker room and jumped out..
She reached the door just seconds before I did.

"I win, but since I am buying I should get to choose what we eat anyway," Naomi was
laughing as she unlocked the door. "Grab your stuff and get your little butt in here. You
need to soak in the tub and get a shower."

I was bent over at my waist, gasping for breath. But I managed to find enough energy to go
grab my bag and get into the locker room. The idea of that shower just seemed to inviting
to pass up.

We got in and Naomi had already started filling up the tub. She was going over some sheets
that Coach Lopez had left her from the previous week on everyone's times. I walked into
the locker room and undressed, wrapping a towel around myself. My clothes were soaked, one
part of my shorts more than the rest. I couldn't help but touch myself, if even just for a
second. I was horny and I was planning on taking care of that problem in the tub. I walked
in and Naomi was still sitting on the training table, making some notes on the sheets she
was reviewing.

I just stood there for a minute wrapped in my towel, fully expecting her to leave.

"Well," Naomi said, looking up for a minute, "What are you waiting for? In the tub, we
haven't all night. I want something to eat." She sat there, watching and waiting.

I turned on the jets, dropped my towel and climbed in. Only when I was finally in the tub
did Naomi go back to looking at her notes.

I had so hoped that Naomi was going to go in the office or in the other locker room at
least. I really needed some relief for the feeling between my legs, and the hot, bubbling
water was not relieving it one bit. If anything it was making it worse. And seeing Naomi
sitting there on one of the training room tables, Indian style, in her sweaty shorts and
singlet, was making it nearly unbearable. I sank down as deep into the water as I could
and closed my eyes. But that only brought images of Naomi's naked body in the shower to my
mind. My hand almost on its own reached between my legs and started to slowly, gently,
secretly, massage my mound.

"Well, well, well, it really seems you are almost ready," Naomi suddenly exclaimed. My
eyes shot open, thinking that she had figured out what I was doing. "These times all seem
really good," she put down the sheets and stretched. "Not only have your times steadily
improved, but you seem to be pulling the rest of the middle distance runners with you. You
have all improved across the board."

I couldn't sit still in the tub. I needed some relief. But somehow I managed to blurt out
a, "Yes, and we all have you to thank Coach. All the girls really admire you and they all
want to be just like you." Now I felt foolish. This wasn't true. The fact was many of the
girls were jealous of Naomi and were glad to see her leave. Even so the truth was she was
good for us, our running had never been better and even the girls that down right hated
her had taken her training tips to heart.

"Now lets not go that far. I know a lot of the girls thought I was too hard and they hated
the fact that I was faster than they were, but thanks anyway. Being a coach is not a
popularity contest." Naomi stretched again, her arms going high over her head as she
arched her body backwards, making her breasts stick out. That is not what I needed right
now. "And on top of it, I saw the way a lot of them looked at Jim whenever he came around.
If you weren't all high school girls I would have been worried."

"All high school girls," I almost sank in the tub I deflated so much when she said that.
Is that all she thinks of us, of me. Just a silly little schoolgirl? I could feel a tear
welling up in my eye. It was like I had just been stabbed with an icicle through the

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