Opening my eyes I found myself unexpectedly but genuinely enjoying the look of longing coming from the young athletes. A small thrill of pride and pleasure rushed up through my body at the reaction of the girls to my body, and it was enough that it overcame my nervousness briefly. But soon the shame that I told myself I should be feeling instead came to the forefront. Hastily I averted my eyes from the team of girls and took back the new shirt from Tori’s hands, putting it on as quickly as I could. Once I had it on I found it a bit smaller than I had guessed, and it hugged close to my body so my muscular shape was still obvious even with it on.
While I stewed in an uncomfortable mess of conflicting emotions Tori wore a grin of self-assured bliss. To her it must have seemed like every single thing was falling into place perfectly. Tori smiled only widened and the pride it showed swelled even more as one of the girls stepped forward all the way right up in front of me.
This red-headed girl was one who hadn’t yet changed out of her street clothes, though calling her clothes that seemed like a gross disservice. Every last piece of clothing she had on was probably more expensive by itself than half my closet put together. I couldn’t help but look her up and down for a quick moment as she presented herself before me. She had a pair of wedge heels on her dainty feet, and sheer white cotton stockings that rose up over her slender legs. She wore a fairly short pleated skirt of soft green that matched her light cardigan. She left her cardigan unbuttoned which showed her pale white blouse. Her blouse also was unbuttoned some, not enough to share a hint of her cleavage but it did show off a brilliant ruby necklace she wore. Even her gorgeous red hair was styled so well it must have cost more than I spent on a dozen haircuts, with how perfectly her soft curls framed her beautiful face. She did not have much of her skin exposed but every bit that I could see looked as soft as silk as was as white as ivory.
The girl had walked up to me with a confident smile on her lips, and during my examination of her that smile only had grown. “Coach David, I would like to ask a question of you if I may.” She presented her words to me as formally and carefully as addressing royalty. Even if I was not yet her coach she still titled me so and treated me with an air of authority.
I thought about denying her request, but there was something about this girl that made me want to go ahead and let her do anything she wished. It might have been her tender and sweet smile as she waited for my approval. It might also have been her stunningly beautiful face, with soft but refined features and a youthful elegance that any movie darling might have wished for. The batting of her long lashes certainly helped her cause. Whatever it was I knew I needed to answer her quickly before I forgot where I was and got lost in her bright green eyes. “Go ahead, but I’m no coach yet.” I answered her, hoping in vain that by emphasizing my lack of position it might yet convince her to not ask that question I was dreading and buy me some time.
Holding her hands together out in front of her the girl seemed to gather her nerves for a moment before presenting her question to me. “Coach David, we here at this academy hold the past achievements of the teams who trained here before us in highest regard. It is our honor to train here and share in some of that glory, but also our duty to do our best and achieve our own tallies of victories so that those who will come after us may be graced by our laurels as well. So this team does our utmost in every regard to strive for the greatest performance we can at all times. We stop at nothing in attempting to increase our skill and harness the fulness of our talent, even if the road to doing so may seem strange or unlikely to succeed at its outset. Therefore, since we think it would be of great use for us to explore every opportunity available, and since we have recently learned of an option to increase our performance that only rare men such as you might provide us, I would like to ask if I might have your sperm.”
Her speech was beyond anything I could have expected. Putting aside the lewd request in her message, she had crafted her whole speech with so much considerable care that there was no doubt it had been prepared well in advance and that this girl had practiced asking it. This let me know that while these girls might be a bit gullible, they certainly were able to use reason and logic as well. One concern lifted off my shoulders as I came to that conclusion, these girls definitely weren’t being tricked into this. And the girl who spoke to me had presented her request as if it were brought by the whole group, so it was just not one small portion of the girls who wanted this.
And it seemed to me like their desire for my sperm wasn’t purely a sexual thing either. Though some of the team certainly looked at me with a longing in their eyes I couldn’t help perceiving as lust, the way the girl had asked her question made me think that perhaps it was just an ardent desire to find some way to achieve their lofty goals. And the way the girl directly in front of me looked at me aided in this as well. Her emerald green eyes held nothing but innocence and seemed to shine with virtue and honesty.
As I was getting dangerously close again to getting lost in this one girl’s beauty out of the corner of my eye I could see Tori celebrating her victory in our bet by hopping up and down in place with the biggest smile I had ever seen on her. This display from my old friend brought me back to the moment and how I was now pledged to join this team as a coach for the foreseeable future.
Though I had dreaded and feared this moment so much ever since the bet had been made, once the waiting was done I felt strangely free. The question had been asked and now there was nothing more to worry about. Maybe it was because I had for the first time given up a portion of control in my life, but right then so many of my problems and concerns seemed far distant and hardly worth thinking about at all. Perhaps with having crossed one boundary, and not having immediately found myself utterly ruined, I saw far less issue with crossing other boundaries, even if they were larger or harder to pass through. The importance of planning every step that I had longed valued greatest of all seemed of less and less crucial.
Along with this feeling sudden liberation and new found possibilities filled my mind. With how articulately the question of donating my sperm had been presented, I considered how I would actually answer the question for the first time. It seemed to me like this request, if so well thought out and planned, would not be given up on lightly. And now since I was certain to be around these girls often in the coming months, if I denied the request this time it would only be brought to me again and again until they found some other source or I accepted. And because I did not wish to continually deny and frustrate the whole team I was to help lead, it seemed the more simple and reasonable thing to accept. And it was even more prudent to do so immediately, and not wait for some other day. This way they could quickly see that their hopes were not founded in fact, and since I had not signed any contracts or made any agreements there was less risk to me in doing this act right now.