Chapter 1 - Introductions

Matt Barker watched as Miss Beverley greeted the freshmen girls with locker assignments and other paperwork outside the girls' locker room. He was doing the same outside the boys' locker room. He was only mildly distracted by some of the more nubile students in her class. There were a few, however, that he could not avoid watching as they walked by, like the nicely proportioned blonde with a long ponytail and swivel hips whom he was sure he had seen somewhere wearing a lot less. He was almost certain that she brushed his arm on purpose as she hurried past.

Some of the freshman boys were eager as they entered the locker room, thinking that physical education was an easy 'A'. Others dreaded the class for reasons varying from body shyness in the locker room to physical ineptitude, making any kind of sport or physical exertion a living hell. The part of his job that Matt really hated was making sure the boys dressed out properly. That included jock strap checks, which were never fun for anyone.

Among the stragglers there was always a myopic, underdeveloped boy like the one he saw trudging slowly in without a gym bag. The approaching figure faltered when he realized that everyone else was carrying a gym bag. "I left my gym bag in my locker. I didn't think we would be dressing out on the first day."

The boy shyly took the locker assignment from the outstretched hand and looked at Matt funny when he told him, "We always dress out. I guess you'll just have to do it twice tomorrow unless you double-time across campus and get back here in three minutes. What's your name in case we need to send out as search party?"

"Malcolm Whitehead, sir," the young freshman yelled over his shoulder as he ran down the hall.

"No running in the hall, Mr. Whitehead," Matt shouted at the retreating boy, who quickly slowed to a brisk walk. Matt shook his head as he wrote the locker assignment next to the name on his roster, "Nerds," he mumbled, "why do I get all of the clumsy nerds?"

"Just lucky, I guess," Beverley Addams responded to the rhetorical question. "I not only get my share of nerds, but also a plate-full of princesses who live in terror of chipping a nail."

The bell rang and the two coaches entered their respective locker rooms to break up the inevitable horseplay that always accompanied adolescents changing clothes. "Settle down!" Matt's shout was not loud enough to overcome the background roar until he blew his whistle and again shouted, "I said, settle down! Play grab-ass with your friends on your own time. You have two minutes to change and gather mid-court in the gym. Now, move!"

It was only a couple of decibels from the pain threshold in the girls' locker room as well, requiring a whistle blast to lower the background noise enough for Beverley to be heard. "I know many of you want to strut your new toys, but save the exploration of each other's tits and fuzzy lips for a pajama party. You must wear sports bras and cotton panties under your gym clothes, ladies. Even those of you with no tits are to wear one to keep your nipples under control."

"I have firm tits and big, tough nipples. No amount of Spandex will keep them down if I get excited. Do I really have to wear this tight bra? It makes it hard to breathe." The young blonde jumped up and down to demonstrate the firmness of her tight body. There was very little bounce in her firm B-cup breasts or muscular butt.

"These cotton tops will irritate the toughest of nipples by the first kilometer around the track," Beverley advised. "Who in here has you so turned on?"

"Why, you do, of course," the blonde responded playfully. "You and I are the only real women in the room."

The blonde was pelted by a collection of padded bras and satin panties thrown at her by her friends. It would have degraded into a tickle fight had Beverley not again resorted to her handy whistle. "Save it for your boyfriends, ladies. Or girlfriends if you're so inclined," she added as she locked eyes with the slender blonde who was still naked.

She glanced at her clipboard to refresh her memory. "Miss Ellsworth, we are not here to admire your skimpy bush. Now, move your tight ass!"

Madison smiled sweetly as she slowly turned, picked up a pair of French cut white panties and leaned far enough that she barely flexed her knees as she stepped into the leg openings. She took her time pulling them up, giving Beverley a clear and lingering view of her shapely ass, puckered brown rose, and puffy labia trimmed with golden down.

One of the other girls smacked Madison's upturned butt saving Beverley from walking over and doing the same. "No horseplay in the locker room!" she smiled as she chastised the busty brunette.

"Be sure you're tucked in, ladies," Beverley advised. "We'll be joining the boys' class mid-court this morning and there will be no talking or flirting when we get there."

Predictably, the instructions had fallen on deaf ears. It took both whistles and the coaches standing back to back mid-court to separate the two groups.

"Will we be working out with the boys all year?" Madison asked as she smiled and pictured everyone naked. She found it especially easy to image the trim butt of the boys' coach without any clothing.

The only acknowledgement Beverley gave the question was to roll her eyes before getting in Madison's face. The girl reluctantly backed down under Beverley's threatening glare. "What we are about to tell you is very important, so pay attention!" Beverley's voice carried above the echo of squeaking gym shoes. She continued to stare at Madison, but was clearly addressing everyone in the gym.

"Is there anyone here who is not yet fourteen?" Matt asked.

The tall boy who was returning Madison's smile clearly had his mind elsewhere when he raised his hand. Matt walked over and blocked his view of the swishing ponytail as Madison turned to giggle with her friends.

"You are not fourteen?" Matt asked.

"No, sir. Today is my birthday. I just missed the cutoff for first grade. I'm fifteen."

"Were you in first grade yesterday, mister…?" Matt asked.

"Huh? No, sir. It was…" the head set close to the broad shoulders was clearly puzzling out how long it had been since he had been in first grade. Madison had turned her back to him to chat with her friends and had chosen that moment to bend forward as she laughed, thrusting her tight ass against the thin material of her shorts.

It took an effort for Matt to maintain his scowl as the slack-jawed giant of a freshman leaned to get a clearer view of Madison's ass. Matt glanced around to see what had the boy's attention and really, really wanted to laugh. "We'll save the hard answers for later. Why don't you just tell me your name? Can you do that without checking the label on your shorts?"

"Is my name supposed to be on my shorts? I didn't… oh. Robert, Robert Granger, sir. Sorry, I thought…" the red-faced boy clearly wanted to see if Madison was watching his clumsiness, but his eyes dropped to his toes under Matt's stern stare.

"Well, Mr. Granger, now that we have established that you have been fourteen, perhaps I can continue?

"By the way, not yet fourteen means thirteen and under for those of you who have not been paying attention. The next question may be even harder. Who does not have an official Capacity, Aptitude and Potential identification card? And yes, it counts if you left it in your locker." Matt was shaking his head as he read the confused faces on both sides of the centerline.

He was pleased when Beverley took over. "I want those of you who have never been tested to determine your CAP score to gather under the visitor's goal. That's the one opposite the scoreboard." She pointed to give the bewildered faces a better reference. "Quickly! We don't have all day!

"Those with a CAP card on your person. This means that you have it around your neck or tucked into your clothes, please stand quietly under the home team's goal. It's the one down that way." She could not contain her smile as she again pointed out the obvious.

When the last of the milling stragglers cleared the central group, Matt again took over shouting instructions. "The rest of you are to quickly and quietly go to the locker room and retrieve your cards."

Robert slowly raised his hand without moving his feet.

"What is it, Mr. Granger?" Matt asked with a disgusted expression.

"I left my CAP card at home, sir." The response was barely above a stage whisper.

"Don't you know you are to have it with you at all times?" Beverley waded in. Robert had no chance to think with both coaches in his face.

"I'm bad about losing things, and my mom…." His voice faded to nothing when he realized he was making a lame excuse.

"When were you tested?" Beverly asked with a sigh.

"After school on my birthday last year," he replied.

"That was a year ago, so go and stand with the group down there that hasn't been tested," she said as she took his arm and pushed him in the right direction.

"I'm glad to see you showed up, Mr. Whitehead," Matt said as the slightly built boy emerged from the locker room with those returning with their CAP cards. "Do you have a CAP card?"

"No, sir. My mom wouldn't—."

He stopped speaking when Matt held up his hand. "Go stand with the group at that end of the court." He pointed toward the visitor's goal.

Beverley fell in behind and followed young Mr. Whitehead to the gathering point where three boys and seven girls already waited. She waited until the noise at the other end of the gym quieted enough for her to speak without shouting. "The twelve of us will be taking a bus to the Confederacy testing center."

She closed her eyes and held up her hands to quell the protests. "I know you have until your fifteenth birthdays, but we are all going to be tested today. You and your parents will just have to deal with it!" She ushered the group through the exit to a side street where a bus was waiting for them.

At the other end of the court Matt shouted. "Everyone line up across the black boundary, put your thumb over the score on your CAP ID, and hold it over your head. The score is the big number in the corner."

It took almost 30 seconds of fumbling before the mixed group complied. "Thank you," Matt said softly. "I'm pleased that you are able to follow simple instructions. Now, put them away somewhere safe."

His eyes were drawn to the pretty blonde when she pulled the waistbands of her shorts and panties away from her flat tummy and tucked the card into her crotch. She licked her lips and smiled at Matt before retrieving her hand and releasing the waistband with a snap.

"I have these covers and chains that work similarly to GI dog tags if you don't have suitable pockets in your gym clothes." Matt pulled a handful of opaque plastic covers attached to adjustable chains and held them out.

"Don't you have any in gold?" the blonde asked as she tried to peek into his shoulder bag. When all she saw was chromed chains she took one and hung it around her neck and pulled her long ponytail through the loop. She then turned slightly to the right to give Matt a clear view when she again hooked a thumb in the waistbands of the two garments around her hips and pulled them much farther away from her tummy than necessary to retrieve her CAP card.

Both her name and 6.1 CAP score were clearly visible as well as the contents of her panties. Matt stopped breathing as his gaze lingered on the plump labia that were only partially obscured by neatly trimmed pubic hair. As he had expected, the hair in her panties was only slightly darker than the honey colored hair pulled back above her ears. She again released the waistbands with a snap.

"Very nice, Miss Ellsworth. Thank you for the lovely show. Now please, get back into line with the others." Matt was surprised by the firmness of the flesh on her ass when he lightly smacked her butt with his clipboard to motivate her when she just smiled coyly over her shoulder instead of returning to the line of students.

"Gentlemen, the ladies will be joining us today while Miss Beverley escorts the group without CAP cards to the testing center. This will be a short session this morning. We will limit our activity to three laps around the track and field facilities after some stretching exercises."

There were the predictable groans, which Matt ignored as he had the group form up in columns of two with the boys in front to keep distractions to a minimum. He lead them out to the sports fields and supervised as they stretched and warmed up before he set the pace for the first lap around the outdoor fields than included both a football and a soccer field and two softball fields.

Three laps would be 2.5 kilometers and would take the out-of-shape kids more than 30 minutes to complete. More than two thirds of them slowed to a walk after the first lap. Matt had intended to drop out and watch after the first lap, but Madison Ellsworth had caught up with him and was running steadily just ahead with smooth, even strides.

Her loose braid barely moved from one side of her spine to the other as she ran. She kept her forearms level with the ground and close to her waist to counterbalance the motion of her long, muscular legs. There was just enough body fat on her tan legs to round off the sharp edges. Only the tendons behind her knees stood out when she flexed them to support her weight. She even had smooth skin around her ankles and Achilles tendons.

She maintained her position ahead of him even when Matt sped up or slowed down, impressing the experienced field coach. She had to have excellent hearing or amazing peripheral vision to know where he was. She was not fooled by others who passed them on the final lap, not even when Matt shifted lanes. She shifted right after he did.

"Hit the showers when you finish," Matt shouted repeatedly as he walked back and forth near the start-finish line. "No horseplay in there. I'll be watching you."

"Are you going to watch me shower, coach?" Madison asked.

Matt thought he had lost his shadow when he turned back to give instructions to the slackers. "No, I won't. But the vice principal will be monitoring on the girls' locker room until Miss Beverley returns."

"Are you going to shower with the boys, coach? Or would that be too kinky?"

The sparkle in Madison's eyes made it clear to Matt that this kid was going to be a problem. He turned to dress her down for not following directions, but she was biting her lower lip and pivoting back and forth with her hands behind her back. Sweat had plastered her cotton top to her jutting chest and the placement of her hands stretched the material to the breaking point over her hard nipples.

"What do you want from me?" Matt asked without masking his exasperation.

"Can I watch you shower? Better yet, may I shower with you? I'm real good at scrubbing someone's back. Please?" She brought her hands around front and leaned forward as though begging, but the sparkle in her eyes made it clear she was offering instead of begging. The weight of the chain and sleeve holding her CAP card pulled the V-neck away from her chest giving him a clear view of her breasts and dark nipples through the translucent sports bra that flattened her cones to her chest.

"No! I have a free period before lunch and will clean up then." He knew he had given her too much information as soon as the words left his mouth.

The feral smile telegraphed his doom before she leaned close to whisper, "I have a free period before lunch as well. Shall I meet you in your office or go straight in to the boys' showers?"