College Life

New Girl

Pippa shyly entered the gym as she anxiously gripped the straps of her University of Oregon student athlete bubble backpack. This was her first day of training as a freshman recruit for volleyball. In the middle of the room were a group of young women already warming up. Small groups had formed and everyone clearly knew each other. Pippa stopped at the edge of the gym and set her backpack down on the bleachers. She opened it up and took out a pair of knee pads and a water bottle.

"Hey," one of the girls called over, "You're Pippa, right?"

To Pippa's dismay, everyone looked her way. A silence fell over the room.

"Uh...yeah. Hi."

"Welcome. My name's Tori. I'm the captain," she jogged over to Pippa who looked at the other girls apprehensively.

To be honest, none of them looked nice. The worst was this blonde bitch. As soon as attention was drawn to Pippa, she looked her up and down and sneered. She mimicked the way Pippa was standing to her friends and then proceeded to stuff two volleyballs into her spandex to replicate Pippa's ginormous GYAT.

"Don't worry about Maggie," Tori said, "I can tell that's who you're looking at. She can be pretty bitchy, but she'll warm up to you."

"The rest don't seem to like me either," Pippa said.

"Nah. We're all just nervous about the first practice with the new coach."

Right. The old head coach had stepped down last season and this would be their first time with the new one. Pippa had met him before. He seemed decent. Serious and all about winning, but nowhere near as bad as her high school coaches. Back in high school, three separate coaches had been caught with pictures of Pippa's bubble butt on their computers. Each one was promptly removed, but the issue persisted. The tight spandex shorts probably didn't help much, but there was nothing Pippa could do with all that ass. It was a part of her.

"Wanna hit a ball around with me before practice starts?" Tori asked.

"Sure," Said Pippa.

The two of them volleyed a ball back and forth for a few minutes. Just as they were getting into it, they were interrupted.

*TWEET*

A piercing whistle blew from the other side of the gym. Everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Alright, line up!" Shouted a man of at least 7 feet. This mf was BUILT. He strutted in carrying a clipboard. He wore an 80s style windbreaker and a headband. His mustache curled at the ends. He wore sunglasses indoors.

The girls lined up and no one dared speak.

"My name is coach Rodney," he said as he made his way down the line, assessing the athletic physique of each player.

He stopped when he got to Maggie.

"Drop and give me twenty, red head."

"What-"

"DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!" he bellowed.

Maggie dropped to the ground and pounded out twenty push ups like a freaking beast. In response, Pippa noticed a sensation she had never felt before. She could feel her heartbeat in her vagina.

Maggie stood up, out of breath.

"Very good," said coach Rodney.

He continued on down the line. When he got to Pippa he stopped again.

"Turn around."

Not this again.

"I...huh?"

"I said turn around, young lady."