Team Manager 1: SWISH!
Chapter 13
THE NEXT WEEK, everything was back to normal—whatever that was. No one needed her ankle taped. There was no reason to call Dennis into the locker room with half-dressed girls. Ardith and Dennis worked the girls hard during practice, but their next game wasn’t until Thursday, the week before Christmas.
Then the girls upped the game. They decided to simply not wear T-shirts to practice in. They all showed up in the gym that Monday, dressed in their shorts and sports bras. And they faced Dennis to stretch and warm up. Dennis also stretched. Some parts more than others.
“Is this your new practice uniform?” Ardith asked the girls. She was amused. She knew exactly why the girls had chosen this, but she couldn’t really say much because they were all decent and her team in college usually practiced that way.
“We end up pulling our T-shirts off anyway when we change practice jerseys,” Natalie said. “Several of the girls wanted to try this way, so we all approved it.”
“Fine,” Ardith said. The girls were surprised she didn’t object. “We’re going to work on zone defense today. Blue and red,” she said pointing out the players for each. Dennis admitted to himself that once they had practice jerseys on the bras were out of sight and out of mind. Mostly.
Shorts were the next thing to change. Aside from the practice jerseys used to tell the teams apart, Ardith had never made a statement about what the girls wore to practice. Most had baggy mid-thigh basketball shorts, but the school gym uniform included tighter and shorter shorts. The transition was slow, but didn’t stop there.
The Olympics had shown female track and field athletes in much shorter spandex shorts with their athletic bra tops. The final week of practice leading up to the game saw all the girls in bikini cut shorts and sports bras. Dennis had to concentrate on not losing his focus on the game while he watched the butts of his teammates.
Again, Ardith didn’t say a thing about it. There were pictures of her in her office dressed much the same when she was competing in college. She did remind the girls that they all had to wear actual uniforms to their next away game. The girls just giggled. Dennis breathed a sigh of relief.
“Dennis, can you tape me before the game,” Roberta asked.
“Are you injured?” he asked. “Coach should look at it.”
“Not injured, exactly. I just feel I need some extra stability. Leanne said she felt really solid on her ankle when you taped her. I’d appreciate it. Really really.”
“Oh, um… sure. I guess.” He made sure his kit was stocked with an adequate supply of athletic tape.
It was a shorter drive to North Fork than to their first opponent of the season and the game was being played at five instead of right after school. As a result, they had time after school to go to the locker room to do the taping. All the girls were in the locker room and were dressing to travel in their uniforms. Or undressing. Of course, they were all in their bras. Dennis started working on Roberta’s ankle, trying not to let his eyes travel up to the snug fit of her practice shorts. Of course, she wanted both ankles done which left him in contact with her smooth legs for twice the time.
“We used to tape up before every game as cheerleaders,” Brenda said. “It really helped. Do mine, too, please.”
Roberta had been difficult to concentrate on because she was tall and good looking. It seemed like her legs were twice as long as Leanne’s. Added to that, the other girls were talking and pulling on shorts and distracting him. When Brenda put her shapely leg up on the bench, it was almost too much for Dennis. When his eye traveled up her leg, he didn’t find either the uniform shorts or the practice shorts. She was wearing her panties.
The panties girls wore under a uniform weren’t particularly sexy. They were just plain white briefs. But they still hugged every curve and indentation with the thin fabric.
“Um… Brenda… You’re in your… um…”
“Oh, please, Dennis. You should be used to seeing us in our bras and panties by now. Just look around.” Dennis raised his eyes to look around the locker room. All the girls had their white panties on now. Except Roberta, who was just pulling hers up. And Diane seemed to be having a problem getting her bra on correctly. He didn’t know what to do or think. Brenda took his shaking hand and placed it on her leg. “Relax and enjoy us teasing you, Manager. We’re all having fun. Right?”
“R-r-right,” Dennis answered. There was no question, though, that his eyes continually kept traveling up Brenda’s legs to the junction of her thighs before he jerked them back down to what he was doing. When he finished, Brenda pulled her shorts on and Dennis saw that all the girls were properly in their uniforms. Just in time.
“Is everyone ready to go?” Ardith said as she came into the locker room. She looked down at Dennis putting his gear away and around at the girls pulling their sweats and shooting shirts on. “Okay. Grab your coats and bags. We’ll be coming back here for showers. North Fork just doesn’t have the facility we do. Let’s hit the bus.”
Dennis gathered up his clipboards and first aid kit and joined the girls as they boarded the bus.
White Center was, in fact, a 2A school and was much smaller than Bartley. Their gym was tiny and crowded. But when they arrived, they were surprised to find half the stands filled with Bartley supporters. There were as many there as in the home bleachers, which were simply at the other end of the bleachers. White Center had bleachers only on one side of their court. Dennis met the scorers and gave them the starting line-up then went to lead warmups.
Once they stepped on the court, the girls were all business. They’d learned their lessons well regarding stretching and getting ready to play. Shooting practice was organized and looked good. The home team practice looked chaotic. There were often four or five balls in the air at once, as many bouncing off each other as off the basket. Dennis noticed, though, that they had two players who were deadly at their inside shots.
“Watch for numbers 13 and 23,” he told the girls. “They’re going to be a big threat inside. And they’re prime numbers. I don’t think that’s an accident.”
“Really?” Judith asked. “That means something?” Dennis just nodded, so the other girls took him at his word. Being prime numbers was just something Dennis noticed. He didn’t really think it was important but now the girls would keep their eyes peeled for the two sharpshooters.
The buzzer rang and Dennis racked the balls as Ardith called the team in for their cheer. Teams were introduced and stood facing the flag as the National Anthem was played over a loudspeaker system. Then the game was on.
Through most of the first half, the teams traded shots. Home would shoot, visitors would recover, and visitors would shoot. The accuracy of the two Dennis pointed out was, however, better than most of the shooters on Bartley’s team. They trailed by five at the half.
“Listen,” Ardith said as they huddled together. “You can do this. Focus. I want your zone defense to focus on numbers 13 and 23. Keep them from driving inside. If necessary, let one of the other players take a shot. Most of them miss. Offense, Armor sisters are going to be a key in this half. Natalie at center, Roberta and Daniella at forward. Take the three-point shots. All three of you can make those. Brenda and Leanne, take the guard positions and feed the ball to their weak side. Now get in there and score some points.”
Ardith’s talk got them moving and the game slowly began to shift. It seemed they were still trading shots, but for every two-pointer White Center scored, Bartley scored from the three-point line. In the final minutes, Bartley pulled ahead and held the lead to the end. Their fans were wild. It was the first time in years that a Bartley team had a winning record after three games.
Back in their own locker room after a sweaty ride home, Dennis was called in to take the tape off Roberta and Brenda. Both had stripped out of everything but their bras and panties. The difference was they were both very sweaty. The fabric did more than just cling to their curves. When he managed to finish and look up. Natalie and Rosie were disappearing into the shower completely naked. While he stood looking, Amy and Judith pulled off their panties and followed the other two. Dennis was near hyperventilating and didn’t realize Brenda was still standing right in front of him. She touched his cheek and when he looked down, she very deliberately pulled off her bra.
“Brenda?”
“I’ll give you a ride home tonight. You look like you need to talk a while.” All he could do was nod and back out of the locker room, his eyes never leaving Brenda’s beautiful rack.
“I guess, I just never thought girls acted that way,” Dennis confessed when he was in Brenda’s car. She hadn’t offered to give any of the other girls a ride tonight. “Why do they just undress in front of me? I’d leave. I could put a chair in the hall and do the taping. They seem like they want… something.”
“I’ll explain it all, Manager. Let’s take a drive out in the country.” Dennis wasn’t sure where they were going, but Brenda had the heat turned way up so the car was toasty warm. As was typical for this time of year, the early snowfall just before Thanksgiving had melted, but there were forecasts for a white Christmas. And the temperatures were still below freezing, so there were slippery patches and the ground was solid. So, when Brenda turned into a farm road and parked, the car didn’t sink down into mud.
“Come on and get in the back seat. It will get cold pretty quickly and we’ll need to cuddle to stay warm.” That sounded reasonable and Dennis quickly hopped out and into the back seat as Brenda did. “Now, cuddle up to me and I’ll try to explain. I know this isn’t what any boy wants to hear, but believe me, it’s the best possible thing to have. The girls consider you… safe. Probably because most of them, aside from me and maybe Amy, are bigger than you and outweigh you. I know you’ve always hated being small, but none of the girls would be undressing in front of you if you weren’t.”
“But why would they undress in front of me anyway? I thought girls were really modest.”
“Well, yes. Usually. But we’re all growing up and we have… urges, just like boys do. If we acted on any of those urges with most boys, we’d get a quick reputation as sluts. Every boy would expect us to put out for him. I know that because it happened to me when I was a sophomore. I thought the world of Jimmy Hoffman. He was a senior and star forward of our basketball team. I was a varsity cheerleader at just sixteen years old. He asked me out and when we were on the way home, we parked. Here. In this same spot. And, in fact, he used the same line on me that I just used, telling me we’d need to cuddle as we talked to stay warm.”
“He got you in the back seat like you got me? Are you planning something?”
“Maybe. Sort of. I mostly wanted you to understand how easy it was to do something that could be considered foolish when you trust someone like I trusted Jimmy. Like you trust me, even though twice I’ve shown you my bare boobs.” Dennis nodded. He hadn’t even thought about how silly it was to be invited into the back seat of a car and then go. He’d done it so quickly. It all sounded reasonable. “The thing is, he expected me to put out when we got in the back seat. I expected a little kissing, but not the mauling he gave my breasts. And I certainly didn’t expect to lose my virginity that night. But from that point on, all the boys on the team expected me to go out with them and give them a good ride.”
“What do the girls expect of me?” he asked.
“They expect you to continue being respectful. To not be grabby and let them lead. They expect you might even be the one they want to do more with. Some of them.”
“What about you?” Dennis husked.
“I’m a little different,” Brenda said. “Turn and lie back in my lap so I can hold you.” Dennis shifted so he could lie back with his head cradled in her arm. Her jacket was open and she pulled him toward her so his face was against her breast. She began petting his hair. “I feel like a big sister or mother. Not just to you, but to all the girls. Because I’m the oldest, I feel like I’m responsible for teaching and protecting. And I don’t have quite the same amount of curiosity as the other girls because I’ve already done most of it. I’m not overwhelmed by the idea that you’re a boy and I’m a girl. I wanted you to know and see what girls were like. And I want you to know that anytime you need it, you can tell me and I’ll bring you out here to hold your head against my breast and rock you.”
“Brenda, you don’t have a bra on,” Dennis whispered as he felt his face against her warm breast.
“No. It’s better that way, don’t you think? You can tell exactly what they feel like and get comfortable being close to them.” She drew his hand up to her other breast and turned his head further toward her. “That’s it, baby. Learn what they feel like. You don’t need to be afraid of them.”
Dennis couldn’t help himself. He came in his pants with a long groan. He squeezed her boob and opened his mouth to clamp his lips down on the nipple he felt through her T-shirt. Brenda gasped and rocked him back and forth as they both came down. He would have been more embarrassed, but it was dark and his coat covered the lump in his jeans in this position.
“That’s my good baby,” Brenda cooed. “Anytime you need to be comforted, you let me know and we’ll cuddle like this while we talk. Now, move your mouth away a bit. My shirt’s getting wet there and it will freeze my nip. Let’s sit up and pull ourselves together. I need to get you home.”
When Dennis left Brenda and walked into the house, Peg wanted him to read right away. He convinced her to let him go to the bathroom and get his own pajamas on. Then he came out to read to her.
“Did you like the game?” he asked.
“Swish!” Peg said, miming a shot. “They’re good!”
“Yes, they are.”
“Why are you so late tonight?” Dot asked. “The game was over a long time ago.”
“Oh, we hung around and got a Coke at the café. Everybody was pretty high after winning again,” Dennis lied.
“I see.”
“Now what story are we going to read?” he asked Peg. She gave him the storybook and settled down to listen to her brother read. Peg went to bed and Dennis got up to brush his teeth and go to his room. His mother stopped him with a hand and looked up at him. “Mom?”
“Don’t grow up too fast, honey. There’s so much to discover before then.” Dennis had a feeling she knew exactly what he’d been doing and with whom. Still…
“Is it okay if I grow up a little?”
“Yes, son. A little at a time.”
He went to his room, relieved that his mother didn’t lecture him. That left him free to think about touching Brenda’s breasts and sucking on one, even though it was through a layer of thin T-shirt. He thought about her three times before he finally fell asleep.
Dennis was puzzled. He understood better now what the girls were up to. That is if Brenda had really been telling him the truth. What he didn’t understand was himself. He really, really liked Natalie. Still. He wanted to go on more pretend dates with her. And dance. And hold her. And on their third pretend date, she had promised that he could pretend to kiss her. He could hardly wait until they were really dating! And he’d seen her naked! Just her back as she and Rosie went into the shower room, but wow!
But there was Leanne, too. She’d kissed him—on the cheek—a few times and he’d handled her ankle and leg. She’d very deliberately taken her bra off to show him her boobs. Wow! He’d really like to bury his face in those and do what he’d done with Brenda.
And Brenda. It was all innocent, wasn’t it? But he’d seen her perfect breasts—she’d shown them to him in the locker room and then held him against them and let him touch them and suck on her nipple through her shirt. He wanted to call her up right away and tell her he needed to talk some more. That would be abusing the privilege, he was sure, so the thought died where it rose. But Brenda was wonderful and when she’d been next to Amy…
Amy had just stood there with her tiny titties uncovered for him to look at. And they were so sweet! He just wanted to cuddle up next to her and pet those little nubbins.
What was wrong with him? Even Natalie’s sister Roberta with her damp after-game panties turned him on. In fact, as he thought about each of the girls on the team, Judith, Diane, Daniella, Rosie… There wasn’t one who didn’t turn him on at least a little. If he spent any time thinking about it, he was sure it would be a lot. How was he ever supposed to choose.
Of course, that assumed he’d get a choice. Brenda was right. He was little. She called him her baby while she held him to her breast. The girls all thought he was safe, so they were driving. If he ever betrayed that—ever showed he wasn’t safe—he’d never see a bare boob again, he was sure.
This was just one of those times when he had to settle for growing up a little at a time instead of all at once.
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