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The coaches at my high school were all dogs. All the pretty girls talked about how they'd been ogled by the older men. They didn't talk about it with me because I wasn't in the cool crowd. I still heard the rumors, though.

My junior and senior year is when I really got into working out. By the time I turned eighteen, I'd transformed my formerly pudgy body into the type of hourglass figure that makes grown men drool. It didn't help me much in school. Boys are only interested in tiny waists and butts. Plus, I kept my curves covered up. Some people noticed, though.

The weight room was divided into free weights and machines and aerobic equipment. Most of the students who used it after school were jocks training for whatever team they were on. I kept to myself. Although I didn't escape the wandering eyes of Coach Tom.

The coach had after school weight room duty a few times a week. He had a tendency to wander away and hang around the locker rooms. Especially the ones where women changed clothes and showered. It seemed obvious that he was trying to glimpse a little teenage titty. I didn't mind.

I was the only girl there that afternoon He'd left the weight room again and was hanging around the door to the locker room. Sometimes people propped it open because it could get humid if a lot of showers were being used. I assumed that's when he tried to sneak a peek. ...