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A continuation of the first chapter… Obviously everyone is over 18 and thankfully, STDs were stamped out…

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The day hadn’t officially begun for me, but my phone was ringing incessantly. My brain fuzzily went through the motion of booting up, checking it’s memory and available space before turning on the cameras which were my eyes.

I clumsily reached for the phone, not even daring to look at the glare which the screen was giving to see who it was.

“Hello”, I croaked.

“Hi. Is that you George?” came a voice which I did not immediately recognize.

“Yep. All of me. Who is it please?”

“It’s me, Mel… Melanie, we met at the principal’s office, and, uh… later on at the locker room.”

I smiled to myself. Well well… I decided to play dumb.

“Oh, hi Mel. Yeah, apologies, I’m not much of a morning person.”

“Listen,” she said, “I just want to thank you for yesterday.”

“Oh, that’s cool. No problem. You needed the massage. Your back was in an awful shape.”

“I know. But also the extra bit made it even more awesome. I didn’t get to pay you back.”

Again, a smile crept to my lips.

“Think nothing of it.” I told her. “It’s a sort of specialty of mine. No charge.”

We laughed, the ice breaking very rapidly.

“Well, I needed it. I’ve rarely felt so… fulfilled, for want of a better word.”

“Seems like it. You zonked out immediately after your… uh… fulfilment!”

Another laugh.

“My god that was intense. To be honest, I didn’t expect it to end the way it did, but I’m glad it did. I slept like a baby last night as well!”

“You slept like a baby immediately” I replied.

“Jesus how embarrassing.” Melanie said.

I smiled again, replying that it would have been most upsetting to me if she hadn’t. That was the whole point of the massage and happy ending, at least for most of the people I did my work on.

“I can’t imagine what the team will make of you. Our previous masseuse was very short and to the point.”

“I’ll see how to manage the foot traffic then won’t I? I answered.

“Listen, the team has a game today, around five. It’s at the nearby university, Rutlidge, a few miles away. Why don’t I pick you up, say around noon? We’ll make a day out of it. Have time to talk about the team.

Perhaps we can set up a plan, training, formations, and such. We’re already qualified for the state finals, so we can afford some changing and chopping to test strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps introduce new blood to the team.”

It wasn’t a problem for me, and the dean had hinted in no uncertain terms that with his time closing in, he would like to go out on a high. Ot more accurately, with a trophy win.

“I have no other appointments today, so yeah, that sounds good to me.”

“Great, pick you up at noon alright?” she asked.

I looked at my watch, noting there were nearly three hours to spare.

“Sure. How are we getting there?” I asked.

“We can get the school team bus..” she said.

I replied that I had a better idea. I offered my motorbike and that I would pick her up at noon if she sent me her address.

Melanie called the captain that she would be having her usual pep talk in the dressing rooms about ninety minutes before the match. There was already a festive air around the squad. Following the defeat of their close rivals the night before, it was now a certainty that state finals were centered and the match was nothing but a formality to go through.

The coach advised the gang that our newest physical trainer and masseur was a guy.

“What’s the big deal?” answered Williams.

“Well, I know that in the dressing rooms most of you only dress at the last moment and I want you to advise the players. If they are okay with being in the buff then it’s ok by me and George. Just a heads up, that’s all.” said Mel.

“OK coach. I’ll tell the girls. But none of us really care much. We’ve had male coaches and physios. And none of us are under eighteen either. Thanks though.”

Mel hung up and we left the college campus to drive the sixty odd miles to Rutlidge. It was a beautifully cool day. A bit of high clouds which were perhaps the portent of some rain later on, but for the moment it was just us and the open road. I loved the old Harley, bequeathed to me by my father, and I had racked up an impressive mileage on it.

I parked in one of the many carparks, opting for the ground level close to the guardroom. It seemed he was a bike fan too, owning a similar, but older machine. He punched our ticket as a way of appreciation. There are still good people around.

Melanie and I enjoyed the early afternoon just walking around town. She became quite ‘chummy’ and ‘clingy’, although I must say that at no time did it bother me. It was rather the contrary.

We window shopped, knowing that I couldn’t even hope of carrying something on the old bike. Eventually we stopped by the Sports Center and spent far more time than necessary admiring equipment we could use for the team. Mel asked for assistance and pornolar we were assured by a most obliging sales rep that we could order on invoice as long as we had an officially recognized tax number. They could also offer delivery if required.

Mel took to her phone again and the dean approved any purchase of up to five grand as long as proper invoicing was involved. We took our time and eventually settled for a couple of massage beds, UV lamps, ice-bags and light ankle weights. The beds were the most expensive by far and we overran our budget by a hundred dollars. A paltry sum we had no trouble in believing would be approved. A quick phone call by the sales rep to the college confirmed our order and we signed for the goods.

From then on it was a quick step to the Food Court, where we indulged ourselves in a good meal and a beer. The hours had sped by without my even noticing them, and we strolled towards the stadium, Melanie insisting on holding my hand. No sweat though. I didn’t mind. It was quite comfortable really. Strange.

Approaching the small stadium, we presented our passes and made our way into the visitors dressing room. Mel knocked on the door, making our presence known. She could have dropped a bomb for all the good it did. The girls acknowledged our presence with a ‘hi’ and a wave, but barely flinched from their various state of undress. A few of the girls were still in street clothes, but the greater majority were either totally nude, or close to it as much as possible.

To a man, this would seem like a slice of heaven. I was a man, and it was. The lack of inhibitions and shyness astounded me. I expected it from the guys in the football team, but not from women, and with such lack of discretion.

I smiled goofily at this show of flesh. Although I half expected it, I was totally taken back by how much the players were lacking up top. It was only natural, but some of these girls could go topless on a beach, gather their hair under a hat, and nobody would be any wiser that they weren’t men.

They weren’t what you would call totally flat, but the larger number were incredibly close to having nothing. This would be attributable to the amount of running, and breast tissue was just fat. Another good amount of the players were simply totally nude and it did not faze anyone a bit.

I tried to take in the players surnames as Mel introduced me to the eighteen players, but in reality, they all whizzed over my head except for the leader of the team. Williams came forward and shook my hand, wearing only her socks.

A quick hug, sporting style, and I was soon sporting a heavy one. Quite unavoidable really. Fuck that was hot.

“Can we talk to you for a moment?” I asked Williams.

“Sure. Let’s head to the coach’s room.”

As we followed her naked form to the tiny room meant for one-to-one talks, it amazed me that she had not bothered to wear at least even a shirt and I think she noticed me looking at her rather shyly.

“What?” she inquired.

“Well, I’ve handled many a physio session in men’s locker rooms. And to be fair I didn’t expect you to be all so nonchalant about nudity.” I replied.

“Doesn’t bother us none at all.”

“Ok then. I’m cool with it as well.”

“So, fire away…” she said.

“This is the last match of the season. We’re through to the state finals commencing in two weeks. Coach Mel will agree with me that we need a full strength squad for the matches. Do you get my drift?”

“Totally.”

“I want to lead the warming up session with one gentle warning. I do NOT want injuries today. I want the squad to lay off the heavy tackling. This is one match I do not have any interest at all in the final result.

In this match I will be gauging fitness levels and I want all of you to come out of this in a good state. I honestly think we have a strong chance at the final four in the national championship pool. We can win this. But only if we are at full strength.”

Mel nodded along with my words, agreeing with my stance.

“We will treat this match as if it was a friendly. We are talking to you apart from the others because you can marshal the players on the field. I don’t want crazy lunges or silly challenges. Now let’s go give that pep-talk to the other players.” Mel said.

“I understand and agree with you both” said Williams, “this is one of our strongest teams ever. Three of our best will be leaving college at the end of the year and we have never had a better chance. Leave it to me. They always listen to my words.”

I led the way out, preferring to not have to stare at Williams’ bouncy butt on the way out, but it was to no avail. Some of the players were doing their stretching routines, still patently nude. Many a slit was being stretched, and many a butt hole was being shown. I tried to ignore this orgy of young womanhood, to no avail.

“Okay everyone” I said, clapping my hands. “I need you all to put training vests and shorts and to follow me on to the pitch for some warming up. According to my records, there have been too many xhamster muscular injuries and we need to reduce those drastically. Two minutes. Hop to it.”

It took five minutes to assemble the whole squad and lead them on to the bumpy pitch of the Harlequins. I examined the ground and found it to be very unyielding. Patches of grass were completely missing in some areas, and this partly explained the peril the Rutlidge Harlequins were in. Passing the ball along the ground with accuracy on such a pitch was unthinkable.

We took a slow walkabout on the turf, highlighting potential injury sections. After that it was a brisk walk around the pitch perimeter, greeting the crowd, especially young children who I always hope to impress and interest in the sport.

Football (or Soccer) was on the rise in the US and was the sport which was on the top of the rankings. The USA had won another Olympic Gold Medal and we were celebrating that as well.

I grabbed a net full of small footballs which Wiliams and the others had signed, and passed them on to these young fans. Yes, they were Harlequins followers, but sport was sport and I enjoyed these little meetings. It was all new to the Medford squad but I could see that our players were pleasantly happy with it.

We made it a point to stop by with people who had children with special needs. Those parents were always worthy of any little help and encouragement. At one point, one of our players, was about to gift her shirt to a special fan, but I asked her if she had a training top on and she bashfully remembered she had nothing underneath.

Granted, as one of the fittest, she had practically no breasts at all, but it would still be not cool. She told the mother she would be back and indeed she did come back with a few shirts and shorts she distributed to the young girl and some other unfortunate kids. With our good deeds done, we took to a little jogging and sprinting, warming up our muscles before stretching gently.

I looked at the player list for today. Smith and Dunn, both goalkeepers, Williams, Horan, Gotham, Shaw, Keely, Zambrotta, Alberts, Grayslake, Kilmore, Coffey, Lavelle, Davidson, Fox, Ashburn, Sonnett and Murphy were our players for today. That left two defections, both muscular injuries. Cambell and Sams.

“Ok ladies. Let’s have some sprints pair up and fifty meters each. On my whistle”

Nine sets of women set off on fifty meter sprints, allowing a minute of rest before finalizing another run.

“All here? Good. On the ground now. Spread ’em. Touch toes, then pull slowly. Feel that stretch. That’s a good one to build on.”

One of the girls, Keely was not quite comfortable it seems.

“You ok there? What’s your name again please?”

“It’s Keely. No. It isn’t quite comfortable really.” She grimaced as she said so.

“No problems, I’ll have a look at it in the dressing room. Ok girls, we’re finished here. It’s Mel’s turn with you now.”

We all traipsed back to the tunnel leading to the dressing rooms to a round of sparse applause. Win the crowd. Always my motto.

Again, once we entered our private area, practically everyone stripped naked and made their way to the shower. No need to mention that a multitude of women washing themselves had me on edge again.

I called Keely over to the massage table in the infirmary, the hallowed place owned by masseurs, physios and doctors. She wore a tiny pair of underpants, in reality hiding nothing since it was patently transparent. Probably to protect her against the shorts rubbing against her. Keely was one who had a larger bust than the others. Probably the biggest, I would say. Not by much, but noticeable.

She lay down on her front and I put a towel on her lower back, covering her buttocks.

Melanie laughed at me. “You need to understand that these are athletes and are used to being seen in various state of undress. And it’s not the nineteen hundreds anymore. These girls have a thriving social life which transcends boundaries.”

Keely laughed. “She’s right, you know. You’re such a fuddy duddy.”

I sighed, removing the towel, and checking Keely’s beautiful brown back. My hands did their magic and it did not take too long to find the problem. Damn. It was the piriformis muscle.

“Apologies young lady. You’re not playing today. You’ll need at least ten days rest to recover from this.” I said.

“What seems to be the matter?” Mel asked. Although she was head coach, I could call on a player not being allowed to play.

“Piriformis syndrome is a condition which is believed to result from nerve compression at the sciatic nerve by the piriformis muscle. It is a specific case of deep gluteal syndrome.”

“I don’t understand a fucking thing George. It’s in English, I presume, but makes no sense.” said Mel “But do go on.”

“I’ll try to be a bit clearer. The largest and most bulky nerve in the human body is the sciatic nerve. Starting at its origin it is 2 cm wide and 0.5 cm thick. The sciatic nerve forms the roots of L4-S3 segments of the lumbosacral plexus.” I japon porno explained, pointing at the trouble spots, before going on.

“The nerve will pass inferiorly to the piriformis muscle, in the direction of the lower limb where it divides into common tibial and fibular nerves. Symptoms may include pain and numbness in the buttocks and down the leg. Often, symptoms are worsened with prolonged sitting or running with cold muscles. In this case, running, especially on a hard pitch, will definitely continue inflaming this nerve.

Once it goes, it can take months to recover, if at all. Left untreated, or misdiagnosed, it will never get better. Furthermore, any slightest pressure will cause it to inflame badly again. Once again, we see so many people like this.”

“Ouch. Kee is one of our best defenders. We’re going to need her. Badly. So what can we do?”

I sighed but quickly came to a decision. “Treatment includes stretching, physiotherapy, and eventually, medication such as NSAIDs. This is a very common situation, but one which needs to be monitored. I’m pretty positive we’ll have Keely up in no time. It’s best to avoid running and sitting on hard surfaces.”

“I do spend a lot of time at the library. Horrible seating there” the girl said.

“As athletes you all have pronounced muscles and very little fat on which to sit.” I explained. “That alone could be the fault.”

Mel nodded. “Okay. She’s all yours. Let me go and talk to the squad. You can start on her rehabilitation now if you want.”

“Do me a favor Mel.” I said. “Select players who have played the least matches. I’m not interested in the result at all. But we need our best players for the finals. Just eight rounds to go. We can do this.”

“Leave it to me” she replied. “I’m on board with you here… “

“Apologies if I am overstepping my boundaries Mel. I’m sure you’ll understand that it’s for our common good.”

“I have no doubts at all. I appreciate your help immensely. Teamwork!”

We bumped fists and she left for the tactics talk.

I located the case with the required oils and heat pads, lit the UV lamp to warm up our defender’s back and asked whether she would be comfortable with just us two.

“You got to leave these hangups behind you George. I’m a football player, and this is something I am on board with. Do your best.”

“Ok. Obvious question. Are those panties expensive? The oil might ruin them.”

She got up and removed her last remaining shred of clothing, promptly lying down on her front again. She was a stunning girl and working on her would not be a chore for sure.

“I need to start from just above your buttocks, that is, on your lower back, moving down over the left cheek and down on the inside of the thigh where the sciatic nerve leads to the legs. This will hurt a bit initially, and you will need several sessions, at least once daily. I’m afraid there will be no room for shyness, as this will center around your intimate parts, but as you can imagine, it’s like a doctor patient relationship here.”

“I’m not a virgin George. I know how these things go. We had a masseuse before you. Absolute cow, and she hated us all. No wonder no one liked her. You have a different vibe around you.”

I started work on her, spreading the oil on her lower back, beautiful backside, and upper thighs. I opened her legs gently, just a few centimeters to be able to reach her inside thigh muscles, and got down to the serious business… As I expected, she had a bit of a problem with her sciatic nerve, probably a bit inflamed. I felt that this was leading to her problems. I decided on the anti inflammatory medicine to help with the healing process. By that time, she was putty in my hands and she sighed with obvious relief and possibly pleasure.

“I need to work on the thighs from the front. I’ll get a towel.”

I need not have bothered saying it as she turned over, totally unashamed of her nudity. I’ve always had a thing for black women. So beautiful.

“No hassles,” she said. “Pretend I’m not here if it bothers you.”

I obliged, and as I started on her right leg, pulling it up so I could stretch her, she let her left leg drop down sideways, which allowed her pussy to open wide under my gaze. Contrary to the colour of her body, she was a shocking pink inside and I gasped at my first look of a colored woman’s interior.

I looked away while I continued with my job, lowering her stretched leg and allowing the muscle to regroup after three repetitions.

Looking at her I could see her nipples standing up to attention. God, they were like bullets. With a shock I could feel her hand reaching for my erect cock through my shorts.

“What?” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Go with the flow bro… Wow. That’s a nice thick one.”

I decided to play dumb and continue to work on her thigh muscles. Unzipping me, Keely started to play with my cock.

“Finish me off. Please. Happy ending” she begged.

“Turn over then” I asked her.

This she did happily and knowing that my favorite move was very well perceived with women, I opened her legs with my hands, allowing me to see inside her. I poured the warm oil and wax onto her rose-bud and her slit, already wet with desire. She sighed with the heat of the them both. She was as slippery as anything I could imagine.

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