Raquel tucked her sideswept blonde hair behind her ear and looked at the young man before her. As team physician, it was her job to ensure his health, his readiness for the game. And he was ready, every test proved it. But he’d just played a lousy, timid first half, and she had only 15 minutes to get the star quarterback’s performance back up before the second half.
“Harrison,” she said, “Talk to me, what’s going on?” He sat between rows of lockers, sharing a bench with Raquel, face to face.
“I don’t know, Doc Raquel,” he said, “I just… it was overwhelming… I don’t… I got, like, intimidated, I guess…”
“You weren’t aggressive at all,” she said, “You were distracted, missing easy plays, letting them get to you. That’s not like you at all, Harrison.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, meekly.
“Don’t waste your breath on apologies,” Raquel said, “Just tell me what I can do to get you back to normal.”
His gaze flickered to her chest, where the swell of her large breasts pushed out against the low-cut red team t-shirt, tucked neatly into her booty shorts. He wasn’t the first boy to sneak a glance, in fact, they nearly all did it. Even the ones who preferred dick couldn’t help but peek.