Stop being a killjoy, it's a fun story and the coach isn't even being a creep.
The team dynamics are sweet and full consent of all the kids has been made obvious over and over again
I'm not being a killjoy. You may be misunderstanding me. I certainly enjoy the story, and yes I certainly acknowledge the consent and the sweetness within the team dynamics. However, when I bring up police sirens and things of the like, I am alluding to potential ominous foreshadowing for things that may happen in this story. For example, even if the coach is not being a creep and the team consents to everything, some outside third party that somehow just happens to get a glimpse of any of those pictures or some of the other activities that go on (e.g. hazing, or naked bathing parties at the coach's house) may take offense to this stuff and drum up some press with various authorities (be it the police, the school staff, the news, etc...). If that happens, the coach may end up in some very hot water (even if the kids themselves love the coach and approve of everything going on).
Do you get what I'm saying? I'm not criticizing the story itself. In fact, I greatly enjoy this story and look forward to new developments. I'm just saying that there is some risk present for the coach. Heck, some of those pictures that the coach possesses (e.g. topless Heather) could technically be considered child porn, which may or may not be illegal within the context of this story.
I can see what you mean and in the real world, yes, for sure and yes, it would be a possibility.
However, I think for an "ENF"/girlspns story (even if Heather really isn't at all E around her team, hehe) that would be an excessively dark turn distracting from what I suspect is the most likely direction in which the story will develop and escalate and that's the further work of hormones and age on Heather's body as she grows more and more different from the boys, her predicament will naturally grow more extreme and unusual. Where I'm from it's not too unusual for under tens to be seen naked, even boys and girls together (swimming, splashing about, shared baths) but it's a very different thing for teenagers
I love that the boys are getting boners around her already but everyone is still acting (and maaaaybe believing) it is no big deal and I honestly hope the focus of the story stays along that vibe <3
I get where you're coming from. You and I may be reading the direction of the story a bit differently. I don't think that this story will get excessively dark (e.g. anyone dying or anything like that). However, from even the first chapter, I got the vibe that the story was going to go something like this:
Heather and the boys join the team at a young age and develop a familial type of bond. They are close enough that they don't even mind bathing together and fooling around naked with each other (and of course this includes Heather too, the only girl on the team, and the team's bond also extends towards the coach, as he too gets to watch them fool around in the nude and do stuff like slapping them on the butt). The team grows older and their bonds stay strong. However, one day, some outside party catches wind of the fact that there is a girl on an otherwise all boys' hockey team, and moreover, she showers and changes with them. They might even see one of those hazing pictures (maybe the coach or one of the team members didn't notice one of the pics falling out of their pocket one day, or maybe for some reason, a member of the school staff has to go into the coach's drawer in his office one day, and they stumble across the book that contains the pictures). This outside party sees this as a moral outrage. The coach is faced with the potential loss of his job and potentially arrest. Heather and the team catch wind of this, and they stage protests and acts of defiance to save the coach (and of course given the site we are on and the nature of these stories, the protests will involve nudity of course with Heather leading the charge). Ultimately, Heather and the team make waves throughout the school and on the news (and consequently throughout the community at large).
You see where my mind is leaning towards? Of course I do agree with you that the story will also involve some of the more light hearted conflicts regarding puberty and the boys starting to really see Heather as a girl as she develops more in "certain" areas (and perhaps Heather eventually growing more conscious of this).
SixPathsKeyblader wrote: ↑Mon Nov 25, 2024 8:25 pm
I can hear the police sirens now. That coach's days are numbered. All it takes is one slip up. One picture leak. Heck, it doesn't even have to be of Heather considering that even some of the stuff happening to the boys would be considered inappropriate by most.
Stop being a killjoy, it's a fun story and the coach isn't even being a creep.
The team dynamics are sweet and full consent of all the kids has been made obvious over and over again
I'm not being a killjoy. You may be misunderstanding me. I certainly enjoy the story, and yes I certainly acknowledge the consent and the sweetness within the team dynamics. However, when I bring up police sirens and things of the like, I am alluding to potential ominous foreshadowing for things that may happen in this story. For example, even if the coach is not being a creep and the team consents to everything, some outside third party that somehow just happens to get a glimpse of any of those pictures or some of the other activities that go on (e.g. hazing, or naked bathing parties at the coach's house) may take offense to this stuff and drum up some press with various authorities (be it the police, the school staff, the news, etc...). If that happens, the coach may end up in some very hot water (even if the kids themselves love the coach and approve of everything going on).
Do you get what I'm saying? I'm not criticizing the story itself. In fact, I greatly enjoy this story and look forward to new developments. I'm just saying that there is some risk present for the coach. Heck, some of those pictures that the coach possesses (e.g. topless Heather) could technically be considered child porn, which may or may not be illegal within the context of this story.
I understand why you're saying this but it kind of ruins the fun of the story if you keep making it sound like the coach is about to be arrested any second.
As the end of their first of two years in the Junior League was fast approaching the team pressed themselves harder. They had been hovering with a win percentage either just below 70% or just above. They wanted to finish the season in the 70s really badly even if they aren't going to win the trophy. They had progressed a lot during the year and felt they would be poised for even greater success next season if they could finish in the 70s.
They added an extra gym day to their schedule. There was no ice time, just the weight room. Being 13 years old and competitive, they all worked at benching more than the others. To her credit, Heather didn't have the lowest bench weight although she was near the bottom. That honor belonged to Henry. Henry skated well but his upper body just wasn't very strong. He knew it and asked the team to sanction him to help motivate him. After a bit of kibitzing Timmy spoke for the group. He said "Ok Henry. Since you want to light a fire under you, you have to touch your nuts...to that". He pointed at the old radiator that the building used for heating. Henry said "that's fair I suppose. How long?" Timmy shrugged "I don't care. A millisecond? Whatever you can. Don't seriously hurt yourself." Henry nodded. Then he dropped his shorts and boxers to his ankles. They all watched, including the coach, as he waddled over to the radiator. The cool air and attention gave him an involuntary erection. Henry touched the radiator with the back of his hand. It was hot but he could keep his hand there for five seconds. Then he moved his erection out of the way and bravely pressed his scrotum against the hot metal. He said "ah ah one...two....ah!" as he stepped back. His sac was pink but otherwise unharmed. Notably, the intimate pain caused his erection to instantly shrink. His penis was nothing but a little pink button. He was still chuckling though and in good spirits. He posed for the Polaroid photo with his manhood looking anything but manly. One boy said "I think Mulqueany has a bigger dick than you now". That made Henry laugh harder than even the others. The level of comradery was palpable when the team was together.
Heather had an interesting moment in the weight room and she wasn't even being sanctioned. She was working on pull ups. It was the exercise she had the most trouble with. She read about using stretch bands to help her train. So she ties one to the pull up bar one day. She then put a foot on the band and it gave her just enough upward assistance that she could do a set of ten pull ups. Her goal for the day was three sets of ten. On her third set she said "guys, you should try this band it makes pull up training more efficient." They all turned to watch her. After three pull ups, the band slips off of her foot. The boys wince as the band loudly snaps Heather between the legs. She drops from the bar like a lead weight. Jeremy said "I'm not trying that band thing" as they approach a balled up groaning Heather on the floor.
The coach was out of the room. However, Doug who was the unofficial team medic was there. Doug thought he might want to be a paramedic or a nurse or something when he grew up so he was always the one getting bandaids and ice packs for the various minor injuries the team constantly got. He grabbed the first aid kit and knelt by Heather. He said "are you ok Heather?" She groaned "my pride hurts a lot, but not as much as my crotch. How bad is it?" Doug said "want me to check?" She nodded, biting her bottom lip in pain. Two of the boys got down and pulled her shorts and panties down and off. If porn logic prevailed, Heather would have been up for quite a different experience. But this was real life, so the guys just helped her open her legs so Doug, and really the entire team, could see her femenine parts.
None of the boys on the team had sisters or even girlfriends up to now. The boys that had siblings, had older brothers. So seeing Heather in the shower was their only experience with female nudity in real life. The slow dial-up internet porn and discovered nudie magazines didn't really count. Despite seeing Heather naked probably 100s of times, they never saw her from this angle. All eyes were on Heather's feminine flower. The boys had mostly seen her labia prior to this. Now they saw the almost neon pinkness of her youthful slit. Several wondered to themselves if that's why pink is considered a girl's color. Doug was very professional during the endeavor. He said "its pretty red Heather. A welt is already forming. I think it will probably bruise. Is it tender?" Without thinking about it much he pressed on her poor welted and partially swollen labia. Heather said "ow ow yes". She sat up a little and looked down at herself. She said "it felt way worse than it looks. Damn, I really blasted myself. I'm ok I think. I might sit the rest of weight lifting out today." Everyone chuckled.
Then Heather felt something between her legs she had never experienced before. She looked to see what was happening. Doug's hand was between her legs again. She felt it again, it was a...tugging. Doug said "oh, and just so you know Heather, you are getting hair down here". He was pulling at a few connected wisps of pubic hair. Now all ten of them were now cracking up. As Heather was getting her bottoms pulled up and going to the chairs the coach came in wondering what was so funny. Doug briefed him on the injury but left the rest out. For two weeks Heather had a noticeable bruise in the shower.
The team did finish with a 73% win rate. They were in the upper middle of the league. They didn't win a trophy but the coach did still offer to host a end of season night. The team begged him to make it a sleep over. Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, all the parents were fine with a child free night where they didn't have to pay a babysitter. It could have been the makings of a hormone fueled orgy, but it was not.
The hot tub was a major draw, and despite knowing they were going in the hot tub, not a single player brought a swimsuit. The kids even made the coach take a team photo. He implored them to wait until they were dressed, but Heather said "its going in the notebook, coach. Only we will see it anyway". So the season ended with the ten of them in their birthday suits for a team photo which was promptly added to the How to Play Hockey notebook.
After hours in the pool, all of the players were pruney and it was time to go to sleep. The coach came to the hot tub and said "ok you guys. Time to get out and get to sleep". He helped each one out and as he did he gave them a pat on the bare wet bottom saying "good season. Go to bed"..."good season. Go to bed"...until they'd all been helped put. The kids threw on underwear or pajamas and got into sleeping bags on the floor. They were too tired to even consider funny business. The next morning they were all fed a pancake breakfast then it was farewell for the season again.
Loving it! The reaction of the boys to Heather's exposed girl parts was amazing!
What will happen when Heather's boobs grow out a bit more, maybe the boys will touch them while horising around in the showers, and she might be aroused when she wasn't prepared for it!
P.S. love that the coach has now gotten comfortable with pattingg Heather on her butt.
The Huntington Huskies had done ok their rookie year of Junior League. Not great, but not bad either. This year, their final one in the Junior League, they hoped to do a lot better. The Junior League was a strange league that was only for 13 and 14 year olds. It was because they were too big to be in a league with little kids but not big enough to be in a league with high school kids. It left this two year gap that became the Junior League.
Over the summer the team got together when they could to play roller hockey but unlike the year prior, they each worked out with weights at home and did cardio to keep in shape during the off season. The coach also leveraged technology and emailed a weekly video with ideas for plays, YouTube videos from coaches around the world, and exercise suggestions to keep the team thinking about hockey. He also regularly reviewed the How to Play Hockey notebook to keep himself...familiarized...with the team.
Finally the first day of practice arrived. The team was looking basically as sharp as they had been the prior season. So instead of spending time regaining ground, they were poised to advance their skills from day one. The first thing the coach noticed was how many growth spurts happened over the summer. The team was now all 14 years old or very close to it. The boys were all much taller and much more muscular. They were all taller than Heather now, and faster from what he could tell. He worried that Heather wasn't going to be able to play at the level required this year.
His fears dissipated some when he saw the team split in two and scrimmage. Heather was slower and couldn't hit as hard, the puck or checking other players. However Heather had the most accurate shot out of anyone on the team. Her agility was also unmatched. Boys tended to be top heavy and the extra pads exacerbated that. When changing direction suddenly or balancing on a single skate to reach a puck before it slides by, the boys were slow or fell. Heather did it with ease, never losing her balance. Girls are just built with a lower center of gravity and better balance. The coach watched her out maneuver her teammates and avoid what would have been a hard check. The boys could be the speed and muscle, but there was absolutely a place for Heather's abilities on the team.
In the locker room the boys weren't shy like last year. They all undressed not giving it a second thought. Heather got into the locker room last and was not expecting to see quite how much the boys had grown. The amount of leg hair, armpit hair, and even a few boys with some sprouts of chest hair was unexpected. Each boy also sported a legitimate bush. And while it makes sense in hindsight, the penises Heather had seen for years had essentially stayed the same size proportionally as the boys had gotten older. They were not proportional anymore. Their dicks had gotten an extra growth spurt and were longer and thicker than she expected. Part of it was Heather's mind exaggerating the difference from last season to this season because the boys were not really 'man sized' yet.
Most of the boys wandered over into the showers. Jeremy noticed Heather lagging behind. He went over to her, he himself already completely naked, and said "if you want to do your shower separately, I'll get them to hurry and we'll get out of here. We have all....changed a lot....in the off season." He was a sweet boy really did want his friend and teammate to be comfortable. Heather said "you all really did change...a lot". She tried not to look at his penis in that moment but couldn't help it. She added "you guys got bigger and tougher looking. I got more.....girly." Jeremy said "well, you are a girl Heather. But you shoot better than anyone on the team. We don't care if you are more girly. Just be yourself. And we'll give you as much privacy as you want." Heather hugged the naked boy and said "thanks Jeremy".
Then Heather started to undress. She said "I don't care about privacy. At least not with you guys. I just worried about letting you down because I'm never going to be as strong or as fast as you guys". Heather was naked a minute later. She had done some growing up herself. She started shaving her legs and underarms in the past couple months, and she too had a pretty legitimate bush between her legs. It was a finer and lighter brown than her head hair. Her breasts had also been growing. She wore a real 32AA bra now that fit perfectly. So when she was undressed there was no more mistaking her chest for that of a boy's. She put an arm around Jeremy's shoulder and they got into the showers.
The coach had watched it all from the corner. He had been overly nervous about nine naked 14 year old boys with a single naked 14 year old girl together, especially after he saw the new developments with the players. However, Jeremy had handled it at least as well a he could have and it did not appear the boys were about to run a train on Heather. He watched as the group showered. They mostly joked around and caught up on what each other had been up to in the off season. He did have to admit to himself that after years of coaching the pee wee league he too was taken aback by the sudden development of the boys. He remembered his own puberty and was glad that was a once in a lifetime period. He had no real familiarity with the nuts and bolts of female puberty, but he had an idea they all were going to get a lesson in it as he watched Heather washing her hair under the water, her nude wet body glistening in the yellow incandescent light.
As the first game approached, there came an opportunity to do a special tournament with a few junior league teams from the region one state away. It wouldn't count for the season, but it was just for a weekend and might get them in fighting shape for the first game. There was a cost involved since it was a special event, not to mention travel and lodging. But the coach was so sure it would be good for their season he covered the costs out of his own pocket. All the players got permission slips signed and less than a week later they were on a chartered bus to the event.
They got there Friday afternoon and played three games, with shortened periods to allow for bracket eliminations. They were playing well, at least as good as the other team's. They ended the day and were not eliminated so they'd have to be there Saturday morning for several more games. Everyone was dragging after a long day, even after a McDonald's dinner. The coach checked everyone in. It would be five players per room, which is the maximum the hotel allowed. It was two players per bed and one on the sofa. The two player rooms had an adjoining door between them. The coach admonished them about staying up too late then left the players in their rooms. Normally a trip like this would need chaperones to take shifts during the night to watch the hall so nobody left. However, the coach utilized technology and just put digital motion sensors on the room doors that go to the hallway. His phone would beep if someone tried to sneak out.
That left all ten players alone for the night in these two connected hotel rooms. Once the coach was in his own room down the hall, Heather said "want to watch a movie or something guys?" Mikey said "I am up for a movie. But.....I also snagged these." He dropped four mini bottles of liquor on the bed. It was two Irish whiskeys and two gins. Jeremy said "how'd you? The coach made sure the mini bars were empty." Mikey said "when I went looking for the lobby bathroom, there was am open storage closet. I grabbed what I could as I walked by. When I got out of the bathroom it had already been re-locked. So this was all I could get".
Since this room was essentially a 14 year old brain trust, the ten kids mixed all four bottles into a combination of red and blue Gatorade. Then they split it up evenly. It tasted like toilet bowl cleaner smells but it was illicit alcohol so they all drank it. At approximately 2/5 of a small airline bottle of 80 proof liquor each, it wasn't really enough to even get a buzz except none of them had any alcohol tolerance. So it just made everyone silly. However, with hormones being what they are at this age, silliness morphed into something else.
Mikey, who was on a roll with his ill advised ideas said "hey! Since we are way up on the 23rd floor do you think anyone would notice if we mooned people from the window? They'd be pretty shocked if they looked up". To the ten ever so slightly buzzed teens it sounded like a great idea. That quickly devolved into all of them getting completely naked and dancing in front of the windows. Nobody outside saw up that many stories but it would have been a sight if they had, assuming their eyes were good enough to see up that far. However, there were nine bobbing erections that kept Heather's attention and two little jiggling tits keeping everyone else's attention. Their respective interests in the opposite gender was beginning to increase and form in new ways.
Doug was pressing himself against the glass to potentially show off to someone below when the cool sensation on his dick made him spontaneously ejaculate the way teen boys were known for. He made a noise then stepped back. Semen was dripping down the glass. Jeremy said "Doug....did you...on the....window?" Doug blushed and stammered. Jeremy said "dude, it's fine. Grab a towel. We all have had that happen...or made that happen". Heather looks at the drip with fascination, making a few mental connections with things she learned in health class. She said "you guys make it happen?" The boys all nodded a little embarrassed. She said "how often?" Henry said "twice a day?" the others shrugged confirming the accuracy of his number. Heather said "can you show me?" That's when the bravery of the boys faded. Nobody volunteered.
After some silence, Jeremy said "ok....I will if you want. But not in front of everyone." Heather said "what about if we go in the other room and everyone else stays in this one". The boys, including Jeremy agreed. None were ready to jerk off in front of the others nor did they want to watch another boy jerk off. At least not at this point. Jeremy and Heather went into the other room. Jeremy got a towel and set it across the foot of the bed. Then he stood in front of it. He said "Heather, go up by the head of the bed and sit. Would you do it with your legs open please?" She said "would that help?" He nodded with wide eyes.
Heather got on the bed at the other end, sitting on one of the pillows. She opened her legs. Her pubes were not quite thick enough to hide things but regardless, opening her legs caused her flower petals to open and displayed her bright pink slit. She watched closely as Jeremy wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked it. The tip got s much deeper purple than she'd ever seen. He stared, not blinking, at Heather's pussy. Seeing him play with his penis gave Heather butterflies in her tummy. After 45 seconds he grunted and shot several spurts of whitish goo onto the towel. She thought the whole thing was wonderful. Boy parts are more amazing than she'd ever considered them before and she wasn't sure why.
The small amount of alcohol made everyone sleepy, like taking cold medicine. When she and Jeremy emerged from the room everyone sort of sauntered to their bags, threw on pjs and got into a bed. Jeremy and Heather ended up sharing a bed. They all passed out cold until the two phones rang simultaneously with the coach's re-scheduled wake up call. Jeremy and Heather woke up in an unexpected cuddle, but so did a few of the other boys. Jeremy's hand was on Heather's butt. She rolled away from him and his hand slid up to her tummy. Heather herself took his hand, slid it up her shirt to one of her boobs. That had Jeremy suddenly wide awake. Nothing else came of it as they all had to get up and down to breakfast.
At the tournament they won a couple games but ultimately got knocked out. In the hotel the kids were exhausted and went right to sleep without goofing around. But it still marked the first time their hormones began to get involved in the team dynamics.
As promising as the team had looked, both in practices and at the tournament, they lost their first game. Each player felt personally responsible for the loss. They all thought they deserved a sanction and explained their individual failures. The coach was impressed with how self-reflective of their performance they were. They were internalizing all the things he'd been teaching them. Even if the execution didn't happen this time, they knew exactly what they should have done different.
The team agreed they all deserved and wished to receive a sanction. As they tried to decide on a group spanking or something to do with ice, Jeremy said "you know, even though we know better we played like we were 11 years old again on the pee wee league. Maybe we should all be back in diapers.". His idea wasn't without merit but it would be logistically difficult. Heather said "I have an easier idea to pull off. Since we played like little boys.....and a little girl, we should look like them. We should all shave our big-girl....and big-boy hair off." She hinted with a raised eyebrow towards her own crotch. They all got the hint. They all immediately agreed. Timmy said "along with before and after photos for the notebook." It was another great idea. All ten kids were relentless at convincing the coach to take the pictures until he agreed. The ten 14 year olds took off all their clothes for a team photo, with each set of genitals adorned with hair and each face with a big smile.
Then the team hit the showers after collecting the handful of Gillette razors the coach had gotten in a complimentary Proctor & Gamble 'Team Hygene' kit. It had razors, shaving cream, shampoo, soap, deodorant, and more all from P&G brands. Every team in the league had gotten one. In the shower the ten kids quickly realized they had no idea how to shave their pubes and they were more than a little scared about getting cuts on their junk.
Heather had been shaving her legs and underarms for at least a few months. In a move that showed again why she deserved to be team captain she said "ok guts. I kinda know how to shave let me show you then we can pair off and help each other. I think it will be easier to shave someone else than to do our own". The guys shrugged in general approval. She said "Doug, can I use you as my demonstration model?" He said "uh..yeah
..ok".
Heather knelt down and Doug stepped so his dick was near her face. His flaccid appendage started to get hard as his mind caught up to the situation. Heather said "good idea. That will keep it out of the way". He just nodded as if it had been a voluntary thing he decided to do. Heather began to describe what she was doing as she rubbed shaving cream above Doug's penis and then on his balls. If he hadn't have jacked off before practice he probably would have lost it. Then she very carefully and delicately began to swipe the razor in the direction of hair growth, painlessly removing his pubes. She had never shaved a scrotum, but it was close enough to shaving a knee that it went flawlessly. Doug rinsed and showed his boy parts were bald.
Heather said "see? Pretty easy. You guys do each other. Doug will help me since it's a more difficult to reach place than my legs.". None of the boys argued or worried about seeming gay. They all really liked the bond they had as a team trusted Heather's guidance. The coach watched in amazement as eight of his players took turns shaving each other's groins. Back in his time this would have been unthinkable. He would have thought that they wouldn't have wanted to touch another guy's penis or nuts, but they didn't balk at all.
Most of the coach's attention was on Doug shaving Heather. Because girls' anatomy doesn't cone off the front like a boy's, they found it easier if Heather leaned back deeply against the shower wall with her legs wide apart. Doug showed her the same gentle care she'd shown him as he rubbed shaving cream on and around her vulva. Heather made an interesting expre as Doug swiped the blade across her sensitive parts. He had to stretch her labia out a little with his fingers to really be able to get all of her intimate hair. Doug didn't get too crazy touching Heather between her legs, but it might have been slightly more than necessary. The coach didn't really blame him.
About 20 minutes later the players were all done showering. The coach needed much less convincing to take the second picture. It was very reminiscent of the first group naked photo he had taken of them at his house. Everyone got into the same spot as the 'with hair' photo. Comparing the two pictures taken only a half hour apart made it interesting to flip back and forth. The pictures went in the How to Play Hockey notebook.
The next several games were a streak of wins. Nobody could say with 100% certainty that it was due to the sanction, but for two weeks it was on their mind a lot. The coach got a chuckle as the team figured out how badly it itched when pubes grew back. They were all scratching and lotioning in the locket room let alone the itching that happened at home or school. The team was back on track.
While the win rate change was what everyone else was talking about, the coach was witnessing some other developments with the team. That is, things other than their newly re-grown pubic hair. The boys' voices were cracking a lot. It had happened occasionally before but it was all nine of them all the time now. The coach remembered when his voice cracked, his cousins and uncles would make fun of him. He was glad to see Heather did not make fun of her teammates. If somebody was explaining a play and their voice cracked, they'd freeze up. Heather was good about giving them a pat on the back and just saying "it's fine. So...back to this cool play idea...". It helped the guys retain their self-confidence at an age where the coach had lost his.
This level of caring about each other and understanding how their bodies were changed carried over after practice. This was primarily during showertime, which the team strongly felt kept the team cohesive and helped them get wins. Heather, taking her leadership role seriously, was the one to initiate a new dynamic. It wasn't difficult to see when the boys were aroused. There were three to nine boners in the showers on any given day. Heather also remembered about what she learned in the hotel room. She said "can I ask you guys something personal? Do you all go home after practice and....jerk off?" Timmy shrugged and said "uh...yeah pretty much" to which the others nodded in agreement. Henry said "why do you want to know?" Heather said "I can't help but notice that you guys have to jam those things back into pants. It looks unpleasant. Jeremy showed me how you boys do it. If you wanted to do it here in the shower it won't bother me." None of them spoke up. It would feel weird jacking off with other guys in there too. She said "and Jeremy said it's easier if you have a girl to look at. I'm right here. I don't care if you gawk. You've all seen everything like 1000 times". Timmy said "ok...maybe".
Heather sensed their hesitation. She said "for anyone who cares, I am closing my eyes for a few minutes while I wash my hair". She began to lather, facing the boys with her eyes closed. She heard some splashy noises, heavy breathing, and eventually grunts. Heather didn't see it but the coach saw nine naked boys stroking their hard dick while leering at Heather's wet, naked, sudsy body. He hoped the cum wouldn't clog the drain. He knew this was more sexually explicit than what he's witnessed before, but the kids only touched themselves and everyone was a willing participant. As they were changing after the shower Heather noticed nine small flaccid penises easily slipping into underwear. The boys seemed more relaxed.
The wins kept racking up over the next weeks. The boys got less shy about masturbating, both in front of each other and in front of Heather. It was a biological need like eating and it became similar to sitting down for a team meal. The boys seemed to be able to sexualize Heather in the shower while they stared at her and stroked themselves off, but treated her like just one of the guys at other times. Heather got accustomed to seeing her nine teammates making themselves jizz. It gave her butterflies in her tummy.
as she grows more and more different from the boys, her predicament will naturally grow more extreme and unusual. Where I'm from it's not too unusual for under tens to be seen naked, even boys and girls together (swimming, splashing about, shared baths) but it's a very different thing for teenagers
