Oh How I Love April Showers - Sex Stories

Oh How I Love April Showers

... season, complimenting her efforts and her prettiness. Anything to get up her confidence. She would never be classically beautiful but she would end up with a nice figure and those lips were great. But if only she would smile and look happy, she might be a real looker. With the hard life she already had, I hoped to give her a boost. She turned out to be a natural runner. Very instinctual and great form. She began to open up to me and even began to smile sometimes without my having to crack a joke. Her smile would always disappear when her mom's boyfriend showed up, and I figured the home life was as shitty as most with a drunk in them. It was a Tuesday after noon and I started the sprinters out on some stretching drills and sent the long distance runners on "the loop". The loop was all the way around the school campus and around one sub division. The loop usually took a good hour or so and about 30 minutes later the skies opened up into a downpour and within minutes the track was mud, no good for drills. I took the team inside and sent the girls home. Soon after the distance runners showed up soaked to the bone from the loop. I could see a lot of bras that day. I told the girls to change and head home, there was no point in letting them all get sick running around in wet clothes. The group was making its way to the door when I heard a sharp, “ouch!” I looked back to where the girls had been and April was on one of the blue mats, her hand clasping her ankle. I jogged over to ...

... her and knelt down. “What is it April?” I asked. “I—I slipped and hurt my ankle Mr. P!” She said to me in a squeaky voice with a poor me tinge to it. “Well let’s see what we are dealing with.” I was looking April in the eyes and won’t deny my eyes paused on her chest for a second. In her propped up on her arms position her wet tank top was sticking to her breasts, expressing their shape nicely. Not to mention the slightest darkening spot in the middle. I had never really thought about what color her nipples were but the fact that they were able to show through the thicker top at all was a testament to their nature likely being dark brown. I took off her shoe and sock and checked around her lightest brown skinned ankle for swelling or other markings and signs of damage. “Bye Mr. P! See ya Mr. P. Goodnight Mr. P!” shouted the girls in random variations as they came out from the locker room entrance, to the right of my office door next to the bleachers. The bleachers were still pulled out from the wall from the assembly. The rain had reduced to a drizzle and was not pounding so hard on the roof. “Well, everything looks ok April. I would just try to stay off it tonight, ice it if it aches. Then tomorrow based on how you feel, we will decide if more care is needed, ok?” “Gosh, thanks Mr. P. You know, it is feeling better already, I think it was just twisted. “ She told me. I put her shoe back on and helped her to her feet. “Thanks so much Mr. P!” and she hopped to her toes and gave ...