Team Manager 1: SWISH!
Chapter 32
THE SECOND HALF was going strong. It was still nip and tuck, but the Angelines had expanded their lead to eight points by the start of the last period. Temple came back strong in the fourth quarter, closing the gap to four, but a long pass downcourt to Daniella gave her the opening she needed. She took one step and dunked the ball for the second time this season and first time in a regular game. The Bartley fans were going wild but there was little sound from the Temple side when Dennis stood in his enthusiasm and yelled.
“Way to go, Danny! Woohoo!”
The ref’s whistle blew and she headed toward the Bartley bench holding out a hand to point to Dennis.
“Technical foul. Interference from the Bartley bench. Two shots. Clear the court. Temple, send in your shooter.” There were boos from the Bartley stands the cheerleaders were unable to quiet. They were joined by some booing in the Temple stands. The Temple team was in a huddle and finally their biggest player stepped into the foul circle. The ref handed her the ball.
Number 15 bounced the ball twice and set herself for the shot. It went wide of the rim and bounced down the court. She didn’t move from the foul line, but waited patiently for the ref to chase the ball down and bring it to her. It was obvious the next time. She didn’t bounce the ball or take an appropriate shooting stance. She two-handed the ball hard against the backboard and watched it sail all the way to the other end of the court. Both the Temple and Bartley fans cheered as she walked off the court. The ref ultimately chased the ball down with only the umpire on the court watching.
The ref blew her whistle and held the ball outside the opposite sideline. Both the Angelines and the Divas were in a team huddle. Ardith stepped away from the huddle and sat on the bench. The whistle blew again. “Teams, take the court. Divas’ ball at the sideline.” The Angelines all stood and toed up to the sideline. As if they were taking a cue from their opponents, the twelve members of the Divas also stood at the sideline. Natalie stepped out.
“The Angelines refuse to take the court until the referee has apologized to our team manager.” Both the ref and the umpire blew their whistles.
“Technical foul, unsportsmanlike conduct. Number 12 is out of the game. Temple, send your shooter to the line.” The crowd was seriously booing the ref now on both sides of the court. No one moved from the Temple line. “Temple! Send a shooter to the line!” The ref boomed. Number 15 stepped up from where her team stood.
“The Temple Divas refuse to take the court until the referee has apologized to the Bartley team manager!” she shouted.
The ref blew on her whistle as if it were her lifeline as the fans erupted in cheers for the Temple girls. The ref walked to the scorers’ bench and grabbed the microphone.
“This game is hereby canceled for unsportsmanlike conduct on the part of both the teams and the fans. Let the record show that both teams forfeited as did not show.” This time the boos were accompanied by wadded paper being thrown at the ref. Unless the fans took off their shoes, that was all they had to throw as the ref and the umpire left the gym. The Angelines pulled Dennis from the bench and surrounded him in a hug as he openly wept.
“You sacrificed our perfect season!” he cried.
“How soon they forget,” Brenda said. “We lost the first game. There was no perfect season to sacrifice.”
“We’re not bowing down to a dyke with a hard-on for men,” Natalie declared.
The huddle opened to see the Divas standing around them. The two teams came together crying and thanking each other. Each of the Divas also took a turn at hugging Dennis, including the six-foot-three center, Number 15. She pressed Dennis’s face right into her boobs.
“You guys are great,” she said. “You showed the very best of team spirit and we all hope we grow up to be like you.”
“Um… I think I got snot on your tit,” Dennis muttered. The girls all laughed and she handed him her towel.
“Well, you put it there. Wipe it off.” Dennis delicately wiped the snot from her breast. “Ooh. Take your time and do a really thorough job, okay?” Both teams laughed and headed for the locker rooms together. The Angelines pulled Dennis into the locker room with them. The cheerleaders were already there, pulling their clothes off. All except Lana, the shy freshman. She’d stepped around the corner into the next aisle.
“Oh, Team Manager, wipe off my boob, please?” Daniella called, hauling Dennis’s hand to her tit. “Take your time, baby.”
“Team Manager, my boob needs to be cleaned, too,” Natalie said. When she dragged his hand away from Daniella, he discovered she’d already lost her jersey and only had her sports bra on.
“Me, too. Me, too,” Brenda said pulling his hand from Natalie onto her fully bare breast. “I’m sure I have something on my tit.”
“I don’t,” Amy said. “Please hug me and put your snot on my breast.”
All the girls filed by making up ridiculous requests for things to be removed from their breasts as Dennis rubbed them and they headed for the shower. By the time he was halfway through the team, they were all naked and he was laughing hard enough to get more tears.
Then Susan, Linda, and Rachel were in front of him, also naked.
“Um… You can rub our boobs, too,” Susan said, a little uncertainly. Dennis looked at the offered tits and backed up a step.
“Thank you all very much,” he said. “You really supported our team out there. You don’t need to offer me anything. That’s something I only do for my Angelines. I don’t know what it might mean to you.”
“Do you know how quick we’d be stretched out and fucked if we made that offer to the varsity?” Linda said. “You’re really different.”
“I respect my team,” he answered.
“Your loss,” Rachel said as she turned and headed for the shower. Dennis watched their bare asses as they disappeared and shook his head. He got his scissors out of his kit and prepared to take the wet tape off his three players. He looked up and Lana was standing beside him.
“Your girls really love you, don’t they?” she whispered. “I wasn’t sure you’d be respectful if I did what they told me to. They made me do awful things to become a cheerleader. I really hate them.”
“Quit cheer,” Dennis said. “Brenda did. She was fed up with their hazing and the attitude of the team.”
“I just always wanted to be a cheerleader and thought it would be so cool. But I didn’t want to be a slut,” she cried. Dennis held out his arms and she collapsed onto his lap where he held her while she cried on his shoulder. The girls had begun to come out of the shower before she moved and they gave them room.
“I got snot on your shoulder,” Lana whimpered. Dennis handed her a towel.
“You put it there. You wipe it off,” he laughed. Lana started laughing and wiped his shoulder, standing up beside him again.
“Thank you for understanding,” she said.
Diane had her panties on and was struggling to tuck her tits into a regular bra when she sat in front of Dennis and raised her foot.
“Sorry, I didn’t think about the tape before we got in the shower,” she said.
“It’s okay. We can still get it off. You’ll just want to go home and wash your feet again.”
Diane looked up at Lana and smiled. “Isn’t our team manager the best? He always has a shoulder for us to cry on when we need it. And no matter what you saw today or what you think Dennis touched, it was our choice, nothing he made us do.”
“I wish I played basketball instead of cheering,” Lana said. She went to collect her gear and it was obvious she was getting the cold shoulder from her teammates. Brenda sat down in front of him. She had a short skirt on and no bra. When she lifted her foot, Dennis could clearly see she’d forgotten her underpants.
“I’m worried about her, Brenda,” he whispered. “I don’t like the cheerleaders very much. I know you used to be one, but they really put her through the wringer to join the team. I don’t know what they made her do.”
“I think I do. I told Ms. Sanders about what they were doing and she poo-pooed it. Worse is that the boys might take it out on her, too. They tried to corner me when I quit,” Brenda said.
“This needs to be reported,” Dennis said firmly. “I really don’t care if we have cheerleaders at another one of our games. I lived through that kind of treatment. We need to help Lana.”
“I love you, Dennis. I’ll try to get her aside and see what we can do. Accusing them of anything means nothing if they all clam up or speak against her. You know what that was like.”
“Yeah. It ends with people getting shot.”
The ride home that night was a long and quiet one.
It was late when they got back to the school. Parents picked up kids from both the fan bus and team bus. Brenda pulled Dennis to her car to take him home.
“Isn’t anyone else coming with us?” he asked.
“One of the things that’s happening with the success of the team is that more parents are watching us more closely. It’s going to be harder to get bed partners for you,” Brenda said.
“I really shouldn’t need babysitting anymore,” Dennis chuckled. “The danger has passed. I have my family, too. Not that I won’t miss having you all with me. That’s been really nice, you know.”
“Don’t I know, though. If I had my way, I’d just move out of my house and come live with you. But, can I stay with you tonight?” she asked.
“I’d love that, Brenda. Amy is the only one who’s ever stayed with me without another girl. Mom might insist we spend the night on the couch. I think she believes somehow that we’ll do less in the living room.”
They pulled into the driveway and Brenda grabbed her overnight bag to bring in with her while Dennis collected the bag of laundry. Inside, the television was the only light on and they could see Dot sitting in her chair watching. Dennis went in to give her a kiss goodnight.
“Oh, you’re home. Was it a good game?”
“Yes, Mom. Brenda’s with me tonight.”
“Oh, that’s nice. Hello Number Four.”
“Hello, Mrs. Enders. How is Mr. Enders doing?”
“No change, I’m afraid, but I’m hopeful. We got a call from that State Trooper who came to our house that night. He said the judge had declared your father’s actions as self-defense and no charges will be filed.”
“That’s great, Mom.”
“Do you know what that means?” she asked.
“Um… We get our car back?” Dennis ventured.
“Yes. But it means your father can get well now. There’s no reason for him to stay asleep. He’s free.”
Dennis backed away, puzzled by his mother’s words. He and Brenda got ready for bed.
That amounted to brushing their teeth and undressing in Dennis’s room. Once they were fully naked, they just stood looking at each other.
“Gosh, Brenda, you’re so pretty. I’m just in awe of you.”
“You sweet boy. I’m so glad you like my body. But I’m really glad you’re my friend.”
“Yeah. Me, too.” They pressed against each other as they kissed. “It um… seems strange to be alone with you and… you know… be naked.”
“Yeah,” she said, leading him to the bed. “You know I love you, right?” she asked. He nodded. “I’d do anything with you that you wanted. But we really shouldn’t start banging. Not yet. Not until you and Natalie can be together like this. It would really hurt our… our team.”
“I’m flattered that you’d even think of me that way, Bren. Of course we won’t do anything like that. I promise not to try.”
“You really are the best boyfriend for all of us. Do you remember that one time when you were cuddled up behind me and rubbed against my bottom?”
“Yeah. That was great.”
“Do you want to do it again? It felt really good to me to have your cock rubbing and bumping against my butthole. I mean, I don’t think you should try to go in me there. You’re really kind of big to do anal. But if you’d rub against me and just bump into my little hole when you pass it, I think that would be really nice for both of us.”
Dennis agreed by holding her in his arms and kissing her while he stroked her breasts and she ran her hands up and down his back. They touched each other all over and he used his fingers in her to stimulate her to her first orgasm. By that time, he was leaking a lot of precome that she smeared around his cock and then rolled over so he could press up behind her. Between his precome and the amount of her pussy lubrication that had dripped down her crack, he slid between her cheeks easily.
It was so sensual, knowing that his cock was sliding against her butt, so close to her pussy. And then the tip of his cock bumped her anus and slid past the way she liked so much. When it seemed the lubrication wasn’t enough, Dennis moved down and licked between her cheeks, running his tongue around her hole and then collecting more of her copious juices with his fingers and spreading them through her crack, paying special attention to rubbing them into her anus. Then he returned to sliding his cock through the lubrication and nudging his cock at her hole. It was wonderful and it didn’t take either of them long to ride the crest of an orgasm with Dennis spurting right against her hole. He loved the feeling of her muscles flaring and contracting the sphincter at the head of his cock and she loved the injection of his sperm.
“I love you, Brenda,” Dennis said as they turned to face each other and kiss.
“I love you, my sweet and wonderful Team Manager.”
“I’m told you two led our fans in the unsportsmanlike conduct of booing officials at last night’s game,” the principal said. Both Natalie and Dennis had been called to his office at the first bell.
“No sir, we did not,” Dennis declared.
“Where is Coach Graves. She’ll set the record straight.”
“Coach Graves may be disciplined herself for failing to keep control of her team. You know what that means, Dennis. Last year you were the cause of the entire team being suspended and the remainder of the season being canceled.”
“No sir, I was not responsible for that. The team and their bullying were responsible for that. Our team this year has played clean basketball and always shown good conduct.”
“You were not asked to speak, young man.”
“I’m fifteen years old,” Natalie said. “I demand to have my parents here to hear any complaints and disciplinary action.”
The principal sat back in his chair. “If you want to play hardball, you are going to find out how hard I pitch,” he said. “I’m required to report cases like this to the school board. I believe your basketball playing days are over. Go to class.”
The two left the office, but Natalie pulled Dennis into the stairwell. She got out her cellphone and turned it on.
“You should call your mother,” she hissed. Then to the phone she said, “Dad, Principal Conway called Dennis and me into his office this morning to discipline us for unsportsmanlike conduct and he threatened to discharge Coach Graves and end the season. When I insisted that I be allowed to have you present, he threatened us and sent us back to class.— No. We stopped in the stairwell to call our families.— Yes, sir. We’ll go there now.” She turned to Dennis who had a nearly identical call with his mother. “Dad says we should go to Coach’s office and wait for him there. We’ll signal to Coach in the gym.” First period was Natalie’s normal gym class anyway, so when she stuck her head in the gym and motioned to Ardith, the coach came over at once. After a brief explanation, she called to the class to keep playing the game she was monitoring and not to goof off. She went with them to her office.
“Sit down. I need to make some calls before I get called to the office and fired.”
“Who can we call?” Dennis asked. “My mom’s on her way over.”
“And my dad,” Natalie added.
“Good. We need our allies and we need to strike first. We also need a lawyer.”
“My father’s an attorney,” Natalie said. “That’s why I wanted him to come in.”
“Excellent.” She finished dialing the desk phone in her office. “Wilmer Dietz, please. It’s Ardith Graves calling.— Hello, Mr. Dietz.— Okay, Wilmer. You were at the game last night and witnessed what was happening. My players are being called to the office for disciplinary action and frankly, I might lose my job. You know what happened. We need your support and that of the Boosters.— Yes, sir. That would be great. Thank you.”
Ardith dialed again and the call was answered immediately. “Mr. Jones?— It’s Ardith Graves, coach of the Angelines. I believe we need your help.— You’ve heard? Yes, sir. The fans went a little crazy, but not only our fans. The Temple fans were right behind us. The coach and other official agreed that the ref was way out of line in the way she was treating our team manager. We stood politely and waited for the ref to resolve the situation. The Temple team joined us in our resolution. The ref demanded both teams forfeit the game, but the timekeeper promised to file our complaint with the IGHSAU.”
Ardith listened for a long time as the Superintendent looked up numbers and promised to call the principal. He’d no sooner hung up than Wilmer Dietz was on the phone to bend his ear.
Hardball? Ardith thought. We’ll show him hardball.
Principal Conway had seen his office flooded by parents only once before in his career. It started with John Armor who somehow had already managed to get a cease and desist order from a judge at the county seat. How he managed that was beyond the principal’s ability to comprehend. But that Enders boy had gotten his great-nephew expelled last year and now Harry was dead. Conway’s brother was distraught at the loss of his grandson. Conway had been waiting for an opportunity to extract retribution. The near-riot at last night’s game was centered around these two nuisances. He could viably get rid of them, that busybody Graves, and the girls’ basketball team all at once. He knew it was a mistake to hire a young woman as PE teacher. Girls needed someone with more age and authority to give them proper discipline and teach them to be proper young women. Of course, the board had jumped all over the idea that they could fill the position of Latin teacher with the same person and overruled his objections.
But then the boy’s mother had arrived and four other parents. The Longs drove in from White Center. Damn if it didn’t turn out the black girl’s father was also a lawyer and threatened a suit. He’d already called the superintendent of schools. Conway couldn’t even call in the sheriff since Danny had gotten himself arrested right when he was supposed to be protecting Harry. When he arrived, Superintendent Jones moved everyone to an empty classroom. One by one, the other board members got there, one having had to drive all the way from his job in Ames. It didn’t look good for Conway’s case and he was beginning to wonder if he’d keep his job.
“What made you think there was a problem with the team?” Jones demanded.
“I heard it from a fan who was at the game,” Conway said.
“And why weren’t you at the game?”
“It was just the girls’ team and it was all the way up in Fort Dodge. You can’t expect me to travel like that!”
“I did,” Jones said. “It was a good and tough game and there was absolutely no lack of good sportsmanship. I admit our fans got a little out of hand, but it was understandable and the Temple team and fans joined in the protest against the referee. Now, since I was a witness and all you have is hearsay, with the approval of the board, I’m going to dismiss all complaints against the team and their coach. Do I have your approval?” he asked of the four board members. The answers ran the gamut from a simple “Yes” to “Absolutely. This whole thing is ridiculous.”
“The board will meet to consider your continued role at Hugh Bartley High School,” Jones said. “For now, be sure you keep strictly to your responsibilities and report directly to me if you have suspicions or are tempted to act on rumor. Those of you who wish to continue to file complaints, please make appointments to see me at my office. I promise, I’ll listen and respect your desires and needs.”
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