“Thank you, Coach Randall, for explaining the situation to the class.” The sultry voice of the cheerleading teacher, Coach Wells, made everyone turn towards the door as she stepped inside. Matt felt a stirring in his pants at the sight of a ravishing young woman who managed to make even a simple tank top and sweatpants look fashionable. As the youngest and hottest member of faculty, she had quite a large secret fan club among the student body.
Stopping next to Coach Randall, Coach Wells flicked her blonde ponytail back and smiled. “Alright, before we get started, I must mentionthat every one of you will be participating in this project. Whether as a player on the field or a cheerleader on the sidelines, you will be making an important contribution to this school. Keep that in mind as we begin.”
After making her speech, Coach Wells gave her fellow coach a nod.
Coach Randall planted his feet and shouted, “Now, I want all the desks moved out of the way!”
The screech of desks and chairs against the floors filled the room, and eventually, the area was clear.
“Men, line up on the left side of the room!” Coach Randall ordered.
“And all the ladies line up on the right side!” Coach Wells finished.
Instantly, the entire class leapt to obey. Soon, they had arranged themselves as specified. Matt found himself at the end of the line with Neil coming up next and Bruno third. Both coaches walked along their respective lines like drill sergeants inspecting their soldiers.
“Hm, this isn’t going to work,” Coach Wells remarked.
“Why not?” The other coach turned.
Coach Wells pointed at the line of boys and said…