“Finally”, I said to myself as I finished my final set of push-ups on the grass field near the school I used to coach at. It was brutally hot out and I had barely hydrated before I did my workout. My body was soaked with sweat, my lean leg muscles ached but it was a job well done, especially considering the temperature. I took my shirt off and began to stretch when I noticed two women walking towards me from across the grass field. I didn’t recognize either until one of them shouted, “Coach Jack!” and excitedly waved at me. As they drew closer, I noticed it was Ellen and Lara, two of the volleyball players I had coached a few years back, and I returned their wave with one of my own.
They were each wearing black Nike sports bras, which exposed their toned stomachs, and very short, very tight, grey Nike shorts. Ellen, the more rambunctious of the two, was about seven inches shorter than my six foot frame, with moderately tanned skin from the summer sun, long dark hair that reached down to the middle of her back and C cups, that were proportionally large for her otherwise thin frame. Lara was about an inch taller than Ellen and more reserved. Her skin was about two shades darker than Ellen’s, thanks to her English and Filipino background. Though her breasts were a cup size smaller than Ellen’s, her perfectly round butt could not have looked better in those tight shorts. I noticed tiny beads of sweat were visible on their boobs and stomachs as they drew closer.