Life at Omnicianni Academy

Synopsis

Maxim Khimin is a talented athlete. He trains at Omnicianni Academy for his tennis and goes to Davenport School for his high school curriculum. Besides tennis, Maxim is also gifted in dealing with girls. He’s tall, nice looking, sociable, and very persistent. This is a story about how he strives to become a top level junior player in the world, and then turning professional, whilst capturing the hearts and bodies of the many females on his way.

Disclaimer: This story is a fiction. It does not relate to any real incidences or real persons. This work contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity. Anyone who may be offended by such contents, or persons forbidden by law or any regulations, should not read, hear, touch, smell, or download this story. Re-distribution, posting, and anything other than personal enjoyment are subject to explicit authorization of the author.

Preface

This story happened in the recent past, but the exact time setting is not explicitly mentioned in the story. Nevertheless, incidents here and there will give clues as to when they happened.

Foreign languages, like Russian and French, that are spoken in the story, usually a word or a short phrase, are results of AltaVista or Google translation. They don’t reflect the way these people talk.

The Russian surname system has it’s own rules. Mr. Mushtakov’s son is also Mushtakov, but his wife and daughter are Mrs. and Miss Mushtakova. (note the extra ‘a’ at the end.)

The city of Santa Arcata, the Omnicianni Academy, Davenport Private School, and Vincent Costello Academy are all fictitious. However they do resemble some real world places and organizations.

Currently, teen driving in the State of California comes with night-time curfew and limitation on carrying young passengers. These restrictions were introduced after the teen activities described in this story, so Maxim and his friends drove without limitation.

Many thanks to Esu and Dr. Stan for their help in giving comments and editing.

Chapter 1

Chapter Codes: mf rom teen coll cons het

Maxim Khimin took a break after his performance analyses at the sports psych department of Omnicianni Academy. The institution was one of the world’s most prestigious academies of professional sports. A lot of world-class athletes in related disciplines were alumni of this academy. Maxim was a tennis student here.

He strode across the pristine tennis courts where rays of the sparkling afternoon sun shone through gaps in the clouds, and stopped in front of a building at the side of a golf course.

A little later Lynn Stevens came out of the building. She habitually tilted her head as she smiled at Maxim while approaching him. Her light brown hair glittered in the sunshine as they flowed down her face during the act. “How long have you been here?” she asked.

“A few minutes,” Maxim said, as he held her hand and walked toward some benches not far away from the building entrance. “How was the drill?”

“No drill today,” she said while rubbing his fingers in her hand. “A pro gave us a workshop. How about yours?”

It was then they saw a tennis court attendant running toward them and waving a hand at Maxim. The couple exchanged a glance, and waited for the guy to get nearer to them.

“Max, Coach Lopez’s looking for you,” the attendant yelled when he was close enough to them.

“Do you know what it’s about?” Maxim also raised his voice. Coach Lopez only trained the very young players. Even though they saw each other nearly every day, they didn’t have many interactions.

“Nah.”

“Where’s she?”

“Court eighteen.”

“Thanks. I’ll be there in a minute,” Maxim told the attendant, then turned to look at his girlfriend.

“Go now,” Lynn said, nudging his arm. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

A few minutes later, Maxim was at Court 18. He didn’t see Coach Lopez, but he found Coach Sanchez with a blonde little girl standing to his chest. The coach signaled him over. “Max, you’re Russian, aren’t you?” asked the coach when Maxim reached them.

“Yeah, why? And where’s Coach Lopez?”

“She’s got an emergency to attend to,” Sanchez said before pointing at the blonde girl beside him. “This is Elena Mushtakova. She’s also Russian and she doesn’t speak English.”

Maxim looked at Elena. He noticed that she was also studying him with her big blue eyes. There were some sweats on her forehead, and her thin dark brown eyebrows were glistening, a result from catching the drips which flowed down from her forehead. She looked about 10 to 11 years old, and a little slim compared to other girls of her age range. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail.

Elena was wearing a tee shirt and brown shorts. Both the Prince racquet and the Prince sneakers she had were brand new. The Academy had a contract with the sports goods manufacturer to sell their attires exclusively at their pro shop, and in return Prince sponsored outfits and equipment to selected students. Maxim’s garb and sneakers were free, but instead of accepting their free racquet offer, he had kept his Wilson racquets which he had been using for a few years.

Maxim replied to Sanchez. “I don’t speak Russian. I was born and raised here.”

Sanchez let out a sigh and thought for a moment. “I’ll have to talk to O about this. What’s your game plan right now?”

“Practice my service.”

“Max, my own session’s coming up. I’m not sure if Lopez will be back soon. Can you do me a favor and practice half volley with her, then take her to Mr. Omnicianni?”

“Why don’t I take her there now?”

“Because he won’t be back for another hour,” Sanchez said with a dry chuckle.

Maxim wasn’t very keen on this idea, but he knew it wasn’t a smart thing to reject a request from his coach. Besides, Sanchez often gave him personal favors, sometimes giving him rides back home during the holidays because they were both from San Francisco. He nodded his head.

He turned to look at the little girl once the coach had left. She was still studying him. He pointed at himself and said, “Maxim Khimin.”

Elena Mushtakova started talking in Russian excitedly when she heard his Russian name.

Maxim could barely understand a few words she spoke. Even though both his parents were from Russia, Maxim never communicated with them in Russian at home. His name and blood was essentially his only tie to his ethnic background. He pointed at himself again, and spoke slowly in Russian, “ 71;... 55; 86; 75; 86; 74; 86; 88; 80; 90; 77;... 40; 85; 75; 83; 80; 81; 89; 82; 86;.” -- meaning “I speak English.”

The excitement on Elena’s face quickly turned into disappointment. She thought briefly, and said, “I... English...” She paused, before waving her hands indicating, ‘no’.

Maxim knew practice was going to be much easier than talking to her, so he took his racquet out of his bag. “Half volley,” he said, and pointed to his own racquet.

Apparently Elena understood those words. She nodded her head repeatedly.

Elena was better at the game than Maxim had expected. When he sent her a wide angled volley, she would return it -- if she could -- with a tough angle as well. She had very good footwork, which Maxim believed was both the result of training and talent. She also never gave up, even when there was no chance of her catching the ball. She seemed to have unlimited energy running from one side of the court to the other.

The little girl eventually showed signs of exhaustion when Maxim motioned her to stop about half an hour later. She started huffing and puffing loudly when she lifted the hem of her tee sleeve to wipe away the sweats off her face.

Maxim walked toward the courtside where he had put his bag, with the little girl following behind him. He took his towel out of his bag and wiped himself, before waving it to Elena. “You got this?” he asked.

Maxim didn’t know if the slim girl understood his language, but she nodded, and walked to her bag which wasn’t far away. She took out a pale towel and a clear plastic bottle, before wiping her face and arms with her towel while walking back to Maxim. She then raised the bottle, filled apparently with water, at him.

“I got this,” Maxim said with a smile, and took his half consumed bottle out of his bag. His bottle contained homemade rehydration drink which he mixed himself using a recipe given to him by the Academy’s athletic trainer. He pointed at her bottle and said, “Your’s water?”

“Water? Water,” she said. Her expression was a little uncertain. Maxim didn’t know if she understood him or not. He passed his bottle to her and took her bottle over for a sip. It was water. He gestured to the little girl to try his. She scrunched up her lips after tasting his drink.

The drink Maxim mixed included water, baking soda, table salt, sugar, and salt substitute. It didn’t taste nearly as good as the commercial sports drinks such as Gatorade, but it was just as effective. In fact, none of the students at the Academy used commercial sports drinks because of the cost and peer conformity.

Maxim motioned her to keep on drinking from his bottle, while he searched his bag for a piece of paper and wrote down the recipe on it. He gave the paper to her and drank from her water bottle. “How long have you been here?” he asked her a short while later.

Elena looked blankly at him.

Maxim thought for a moment, trying to retrieve a word from his limited Russian vocabulary. Finally he said, “ 82; 86; 75; 76; 72;?” He then pointed at the ground to indicate ‘here’, composing the question “When here?”

“ 57; 77; 85; 90;я 73; 88;ь...” Elena said instantly, then paused and spoke in English slowly. “September... nine.”

That was less than two weeks ago. For such a short period of time, Maxim considered Elena’s competency in English very good. He also noticed her pronunciation was very accurate, without the accents he usually heard from his parents and relatives. He raised a thumb toward her to compliment her.

Elena grinned even though Maxim wasn’t sure if she knew what he meant. He asked again, “How old?”

Apparently this was a question she had been asked recently, as she didn’t hesitate to answer. “Nine.” She pointed at Maxim. “You?”

“Fifteen,” Maxim said, then raised his right index finger, followed by all five fingers on his left hand, to make sure she understood him. For a nine year-old, Elena was quite tall. She had to be around four-foot-eight.

Elena nodded. She then pointed at her hair, then at him. “Hair,” she said, “ 76; 83; 80; 85; 85; 80; 77; 74; 86; 83; 86; 89; 99;.”

Maxim chuckled. He had long hair that went down to his chin pretty much like the pop singer Eric Clapton had had in his younger days. Before Maxim started playing tennis, his dream was to play in a pop band. However, he couldn’t master either the guitar or keyboard when he was given a chance while he was in middle school. “Long hair,” he pointed at his hair, then at hers. “Long hair, too.”

They finished their incoherent chat, and continued with her half volley practice. Maxim then took Elena to see Mr. Omnicianni, the principal and owner of the Academy. He didn’t see Sanchez or Lopez at the office, so he told the old man why he was there.

“Don’t worry about it, Max,” the principal said, while flipping papers on his desk. “She’ll speak fluent English in a couple of months. It happens all the time. It’s her first day here, so if you don’t mind, show her around a little before dinner.”

Before Maxim could reply, Mr. Omnicianni spoke again, looking at the young man this time. “Max, I still haven’t seen your sponsorship papers for next year. Have your parents signed them yet?”

“Yeah, they signed it last week. I think it’s somewhere at the administration office.” All high caliber students at the Academy had their tuition and tournament expenses sponsored by a commercial agency and marketing firm called SAMS. It was among the largest ones in the industry and represented about five percent of the world’s top sports and showbiz stars. SAMS sponsored these hopefuls as an investment for acquiring management of them should any go pro.

“Good,” Mr. Omnicianni said, and returned his attention to the papers on his desk. “Good day, Max.  93; 86; 88; 86; 96; 80; 81; 76; 77; 85;ь, Elena.”

Maxim briefly showed Elena around the facility. The Academy’s tennis facilities consisted of more than two dozen indoor and outdoor tennis courts of different surfaces, an instructional center fitted with various devices and video capabilities. To the side of the tennis facility were the basketball facilities including a couple of professional standard courts. Baseball, golf, and soccer facilities were to the north of the main campus. There were fences erected across the club house shielding a construction area. The Academy was expanding its recreational and tennis training facilities as well as constructing a new swimming facility.

After the brief tour, Maxim took Elena to the dining hall. He decided to let Elena join him at dinner along with his girlfriend. Lynn was waiting at the entrance, and she was bewildered when she saw a little girl with him. Maxim told her the story. Lynn found it amusing at first, but she soon started teaching Elena the language by pointing at various things and naming them. Her friends who joined their table a while later did the same. Elena spent more time writing down the words in her notebook than eating.

The couple sent Elena back to her residence after dinner, and then Maxim took Lynn to a trail along the outside perimeter of the golf course. They cuddled together behind a bush before kissing each other. Before long, Maxim’s right hand slid inside Lynn’s tank top, stroking her soft skin below her bra.

Lynn’s breathing became slightly more rapid as she pressed her breasts against his palms, and she ran her fingers down the neck opening of his T-shirt. Maxim slid a hand inside her tank top toward her back, and undid her bra. He then rolled her top above her breasts and began fondling her naked breasts. Lynn moaned into his mouth and started to rub her legs against his.

Lynn slipped a hand into his sweat pants and reached for his manhood. It was Maxim’s turn to moan into her mouth when she began stroking his hardness in his pants. She broke the kiss and whispered, “Get your condom out.”

“Let’s do without it,” he said, as he pushed his pants down his legs. “You’re on the pill, anyway.”

“Max,” she demanded, as she also struggled out of her pants. “Get the condom out.”

Without further fuss, Maxim reached into his pant pocket and took a wrapping out. He had been waiting for this moment for the entire week since Lynn had been having her period. Lynn took the condom from him and rolled it down his cock as he pulled her panties down her legs. He then spread them carefully before slowly inserting his cock into her warm pussy, letting both of them savor the moment before he started shoveling into her.

Maxim watched as Lynn’s eyes turned from displaying longing desire, to amorous lust, and then to ecstatic joy, as he pounded himself into her. Lynn was clenching her teeth together trying to control her groans, even though they believed that nobody was close to their secluded spot -- the regular venue where they enjoyed one another’s body. He rocked faster and harder as their breaths became faster and noisier.

Apparently Lynn realized he was just about to come, so she pounded herself hard against him, taking his entire length inside her, as he began blasting. After a brief rest, Lynn wrapped his condom in a few tissues and put the mass into her pocket, which she would dump in a litter bin on their way back.

They retrieved their clothing, and cuddled each other for a while before they started getting ready to return to the academy.

Maxim began dating Lynn about three months ago. Lynn was a virgin when they first met. Her virginity didn’t last for long though as Maxim managed to pop her cherry during their second date. Lynn didn’t like it at first, but started to enjoy it about half a dozen times later. There were rarely consecutive dates where they didn’t have sex, except when she had her period.

At the age of 13, Maxim lost his virginity to a much older distant cousin during a family gathering. He became addicted to the explosive pleasure at once. Sex became a crucial part of his relationship with every girl he had met since then. Shortly after his first sexual encounter, he had been sent to the Omnicianni. He hadn’t talked to or heard from that cousin since.

They talked about Maxim’s new friend whilst walking along the trail back to the main campus. “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Lynn said, chuckling. “When she looked at you, it was like you were her savior.”

Maxim also chuckled. “She’s in a new environment. She can’t speak English. I think it’s tough for her.”

“I think she’ll cling on to you for a while.”

“I don’t think so,” Maxim said. “She’ll find friends of her own age very fast. I want you to cling on to me more.”

Lynn giggled. “Max, you already have me clung on to you everyday.”

They finished their walk and returned to their residences a short time later. They checked that nobody was around and kissed each other passionately before they parted. Maxim went back to his apartment for a shower followed by his school work.

Boys and girls boarding at Omnicianni lived in separate residence blocks. Typically they shared a two or three bedroom apartment with five to eight other students. Maxim lived in a three-bedroom flat a couple of minute’s walk away from Lynn’s block. Maxim and his girlfriend couldn’t spend too much together during the weekdays as they both had to study and do their homework for the school. Their typical routine during the week was school in the morning, and then practices and physicals in the afternoon.

The sports students went to Davenport School for their academic curriculum. Davenport was a private boarding school located about fifteen minutes’ walk away from Omnicianni, and was affiliated with the sports academy as well as a performing and fine arts academy nearby called the Vincent Costello Academy.

Since many Omnicianni students were often on the road, the school had tailor-made a program for them. They usually took less courses per semester so they could have time to make up for classes they missed when they had tournaments. Often, these sports students wouldn’t graduate high school for another one to two years after they left the sports academy. Therefore, many Omnicianni players attended classes with other students one to two years younger.

Davenport didn’t require its students to wear uniform, but it did have a dress code. Boys had to wear shirts, ties, and pants. Girls had to be in blouses or turtlenecks and knee-length skirts. Blazers or sport coats were the only allowed outer wears whilst inside the school. Sneakers, flip-flops, and slippers were not permitted.

As there were quite a number of young kids from Omnicianne attending Davenport, the school arranged a school bus to transport them to and from the Academy. Older students didn’t like traveling on the bus with the younger kids, and they preferred to walk. Maxim usually walked with Lynn, except when she was on the road, then he would find some of his female Academy friends and walk with them.

The next day, Maxim saw Elena waiting for him when he went for lunch at the Academy’s cafeteria. He then knew he was wrong about the young girl clinging on to him.

For the following few weeks, Elena found every opportunity she could manage to cling onto Maxim. The little girl couldn’t get along very well with her older roommates at the residence. She was constantly being picked on and forced to do most of the cleaning and tidying jobs which were supposed to be shared between them. She didn’t have any friends at all -– apart from Maxim. She told him he was her best friend and a de facto older brother there.

Maxim blew up when Elena told him of the bullying. “Who are the girls sharing the room with you?” he growled.

It took a little while for Elena to fully understand his question. She looked scared and wouldn’t tell him the names. She also indicated she would have no problem and could handle the situation by herself.

Maxim later found Lynn and asked if she knew of the girls living with Elena. After finding out about what had happened, Lynn suggested to Maxim that he should stay out of it. “You’ll make it worse, Max,” she said. “Beating them up won’t make an easier life for Elena.”

“Then how?”

Lynn took some deep breaths. “Actually I do know a girl in her apartment, but I don’t think she’s involved. I’ll talk with her. I think that’ll do it. Max, freshmen do get picked on. It’s a part of the life here. It’ll be fine as long as they don’t go too far.”

Maxim took a few deep breaths as he considered Lynn’s suggestion. “Alright. Thanks, Lynn,” he said. “So are we going out tonight?”

Lynn also took a few breaths. “Why don’t we go out on Saturday? Like a movie, then a dance? You’re only taking me to the trail on the weekdays.”

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t you like it?”

Lynn chuckled. “Did I say that?” she said, smiling. “But I don’t want to just do that. I want to also watch a movie with you, dance with you, go shopping with you. Don’t you also like to do these things with me?”

“Of course. Alright. Saturday, then.”

A couple of days later Elena told Maxim that her situation at the residence had improved, but she wouldn’t tell him all the details. They began talking about their backgrounds.

Maxim was rather surprised how simple communication could succeed through limited words aided by gestures, a notebook, and a pocket dictionary which Elena always carried. The little girl’s family was made up of four members: her parents, Elena and a sister Olga who was two years younger than herself. Elena’s father had bought her to the United States seeking an opportunity for her to receive professional tennis training, after she had displayed talent in the sport in her home country and following suggestions made by some professionals.

Elena’s father couldn’t afford the exclusive fees charged by Omnicianni, but he still took his daughter to the Academy. He managed to persuade the person in charge to let Elena try out. A couple of days later her father got a message from Mr. Omnicianni that a commercial talent agency SAMS would provide full scholarship for his daughter.

Elena’s father, who spoke very little English, had been staying in San Jose, which was about an hour’s drive away, struggling to make a living working as a daily laborer at the construction sites. Her mother and her younger sister stayed at home in Russia. The mother had to take up an additional job to support their standard of living. The entire family sacrificed a great deal of their own lives for the prosperity of Elena.

Weeks went by, and Maxim knew Elena had started getting along with more people at the Academy. Her English had improved dramatically. The little girl didn’t cling onto him as often, but she still talked to him everyday, even if it was just a brief greeting chat. Maxim had also given his kid friend the phone number of his father, who ran a restaurant in San Francisco, which she could pass on to her own father.

Maxim had just returned from Wilson Junior Championships where he had been defeated in the Boys’ 16 final. He found Elena waiting for him in front of the cafeteria during lunch time. “What’s up, Elena?” he said.

“Where is Lynn?”

“She’s on a JGA tour.”

“Oh,” Elena said. “Can I eat with you?”

While eating, the little girl told Maxim his dad had hired her father. “He moves to San Francisco today,” she said.

“What will he be doing there?”

“Busman.”

“Busman?” he said, and chuckled. “It’s called busboy, Elena, no matter how old he is.”

“Oh,” she said, snickering. “He shares a flat with another bus... boy.”

“Cheaper?”

She nodded. “Thanks, Max,” She said, smiling happily at him. “Daddy also said thank you.”

Maxim smiled at his kid friend. He then waved when he saw Daniela Gussoni coming over to their table. Maxim and Daniela were both trained under Coach Sanchez, but he didn’t know her very well. Although the American born Argentine joined the Academy about the same time as Maxim, they didn’t have a lot of interaction until she also became Sanchez’s student a few months ago.

Maxim had probably been in the Age 16 and below division for longer than anyone he knew. He was 13 years old when he first came to the Academy, and shortly later he was playing up in the 16 division. His progress experienced a setback when he injured himself during an unbalanced fall and suffered a Type-3 right shoulder separation. He was lucky as diagnosis showed that surgery was not needed, but the recovery took him off the courts for two months.

Not only was Maxim out of shape physically when he resumed training, but he had a hard time picking up the pace mentally as well. He hadn’t won a title for over a year. In fact, he had been having problems achieving decent results. His ranking had been so discouraging he didn’t get to play in many international events.

Daniela was a few months older than Maxim and a year ahead in school. She had very lively black eyes which made her look very attractive, especially when she rolled them whilst chuckling. However, she disliked people calling her ‘Dan’ and would glare at them whenever they used the masculine short form on her.

“Can we have a talk?” Daniela said after their greeting.

“Sure,” Maxim replied. “Are you asking me out?”

Daniela chuckled as she shook her head. “Coach asked me if I minded playing mixed doubles with you.”

“He didn’t ask me,” Maxim said. He already had a steady boys’ doubles partner from another tennis school, but he hadn’t played mixed doubles for several months.

“He said you wouldn’t have a problem.”

“Are you interested? I mean are you interested in me?”

“No,” she made a face. “Not at all. Honestly, I’m not very keen on the mixed doubles thing either. It’s not about you. I’m just keener on Singles. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, we all do.”

“But I haven’t been able to make it to the final rounds for quite a while, not even the semi’s.”

“You’ve been having bad luck in the draws?”

“Well,” she said. “It’s more about myself really. Anyway, I was about to tell him yes because that means more matches. But I’d like to check with you first.”

“I don’t have any problem. Are we going out tonight?”

“Stop it, silly,” she chuckled as she faked a slap on his cheek. “Okay, I’ll tell him.”

“Aren’t you eating with us? Oh, Daniela, have you met Elena?”

Daniela and Elena greeted each other, then the Argentine turned to Maxim. “I’ve seen her with you a few times. Have you seen Marlene?”

“No, not yet. Damn it, go get your food and come and join us.”

“Okay,” Daniela chuckled, and went to get her food.