Shrieks of feminine laughter and excitement emanated from the girl’s locker rooms as the six male pledges ran through them wearing only their jockstraps and a mask covering their faces.
Nick (wearing a classic Nixon mask) was trailing behind the other pledges and, being self-conscious about his nudity (especially with his obvious speedo tan lines – he was on the swim team), just wanted this day to be over.
No such luck.
Looking back to make sure no one was chasing him, Nick turned and was face to face (or rather face-to-breasts) with Coach Laurie.
Coach Laurie was an imposing figure, with her short, platinum-blonde hair, high cheekbones, full red lips and her trademark mirrored-sunglasses that she always wore and Nick’s gaze went downward to her perfect double-D breasts (with her Coach’s whistle hanging between them) that were barely contained within her tight pink high cut, one piece bodysuit leotard that exposed most of the tanned cheeks of her tight ass (that she was very proud of).
Coach Laurie’s legs, were like her arms; tanned, muscular & defined – like a fitness model that maybe spent a tad too much time in the gym, but was still very curvy & feminine.