Coach Ron stopped.  What now?  He turned around and his eyes bulged.  Standing before him was a teenage goddess.  The girl in the towel earlier, except this time there was no towel.  She was standing straight with her arms to her side.  Her large breasts were defying gravity topped by perfectly matching pink nipples.  Her hairless pussy lips were perfectly formed and engorged; straining to stay together and conceal what was inside.  Her long legs were tone – swimmer’s legs – and were topped with a firm butt.

Time seemed to stop as he studied her curves and flawless pale skin.  Then he noticed the fear in her eyes and tried to recompose himself.

“Rachel, isn’t it?”

“Yes.  Um, I have a problem.”

“What is it?” As if he couldn’t see the problem.

She spread her hands out to present the suit, but only managed to show off her body more.  “I can’t tryout in this suit.  Do you have another one I can use?”

Ron knew his buddy had thrown in some wacky suit designs in the shipment, but he didn’t expect the students to actually wear them.  Still, he pressed his luck.

“What’s wrong with that suit?  Is it the wrong size?”

“Well, uh no.  At least, I don’t think so.  But it is a little revealing.  I mean, isn’t it?”

He barely controlled his smirk.  She was wrong about one thing.  The suit wasn’t a little revealing.  It was completely revealing.  But Coach Ron wasn’t about to admit that.

“Actually, that suit is one of the most advanced models we were able to acquire”, he lied.  “Don’t you remember at the last Olympics when there was so much controversy about suit technology giving swimmers an unfair edge?”

Rachel racked her brain.  She remembered watching the last Olympics three years ago, but wasn’t into swimming back then.  She did vaguely remember something about a uniform controversy. “Yeah, I think so.”  She looked confused.  She was so cute trying to recall, Coach Ron had to stop himself from gawking at her body.

He continued, “Well, this is based on that same technology.  You were lucky to get one of those.  I’m sorry if you want a different one, but as I said earlier you must tryout in the suit you were given.  No exceptions.”

This was not going as Rachel had hoped.  There was too much going on.  She was intentionally exposing her body to a man.  Her hands kept trying to cover up and she had to force them back to her sides.  She was trying to remember something that happened three years ago before she cared about swimming.  And she was at risk of losing the one thing she had worked for so long; a spot on the swim team.  Then she remembered something and hope flickered.

“I heard you offer another student a private tryout.  Can you give me one?”

“That exemption is only for students whose parents did not sign the release form, which specifically states: no student shall be exempt from today’s tryout unless formally approved in advance.  I’m sorry, Rachel.  The tryout has already started.  If you don’t want to tryout today, you are welcome to do so again next year.”

Next year?!  Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  She felt cornered.  She couldn’t miss a whole year of swimming.  But she couldn’t go out there dressed like this.  She was losing her nerve.  She lost the battle with her hands and they moved around to cover her pussy.  Another awe inspiring pose.

Coach Ron saw her wavering.  He would hate to lose a girl like this off the team.  He would love watching her in the locker room all season.  He had to convince her to go through with it.

“If you are worried, I would remind you that this is a closed tryout.  You will only be seen by other potential teammates and the coaching staff.  And I am committed to running this team like a professional organization.  We are much more than just an extracurricular activity.  Besides, there are all types of uniforms represented out there.  You’re not the only one who may be out of their comfort zone.”

BUZZ.  Another race started.

“Now you can sit in here and think about it, but if you don’t decide soon, you may miss your chance to compete for a spot on the team.  I have to get back out there.  I hope you will too.”

Coach Ron turned away and as he walked out the door he couldn’t help but mouth the word “wow” to himself.

With that she was alone again.  In some twisted way his words were making sense.  She was going to be part of a team.  Her teammates would see each other naked in the locker room every day.  How was this any different?  She could get through one tryout.

So what if you’re practically naked for everyone to see?  You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.  In fact, this might be kind of fun.  The boys swim team is probably gay anyway, so nothing to worry about there.

The teenage hormones coursing through her body once again started taking over.  If she had been able to get some release, she would probably be thinking clearer.  But before she knew it, Rachel stood up, walked over to the pool door, and opened it…TO BE CONTINUED.