Team Manager 2: SPRINT!
Chapter 9
“I’M A LITTLE nervous,” Dennis said. He and Brenda were in his room, but were still dressed, just looking at the bed while they held hands.
“Yeah. I know what you mean. Man! This having permission to go to the next level kind of puts the pressure on, doesn’t it?” Brenda asked. She squeezed his hand and leaned against him.
“Why don’t we just brush our teeth and get ready for bed like any other night we’re together. Just because we can make love, doesn’t mean we have to. Okay?”
“Dennis, you’re so sweet. You make sure the pressure is off and we can just go about cuddling if that’s what we want to do. I’m with you. I’ll go brush my teeth while you get ready for bed and then you can come and crawl in beside me.” Brenda grabbed her kit and went across the hall to the bathroom. Dennis considered what he needed and got changed into pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. When Brenda came back, he went to use the bathroom.
When he was finished, he started to open his bedroom door and stopped abruptly. He knocked softly and whispered, “Is it okay to come in?”
“Yes,” Brenda hissed. “Just turn out the light, okay?”
Dennis entered the bedroom and saw that Brenda was in bed. He turned off the light and went to join her. She was wearing the oversized T-shirt Dot had given her weeks ago.
“I love you, Bren. Just cuddle up with me and we can talk or something.” He laid his glasses on the nightstand and turned to Brenda, who snuggled up tightly against him.
“This is so nice,” she said. “I know when I’m with you, you’ll be sensitive to the way I feel. I don’t feel like I have to give a performance and be the bright and sexy seductress or something.”
“We’ve both been on the receiving end of being forced to do something we didn’t want to,” Dennis said. “Bren, more than anything in the world, I want our girlfriends to know I will never force or pressure them into anything. If I did that, I think I’d kill myself.”
“I know, baby. It’s your empathy.” They lay in silence a minute.
“I almost did, you know?” Dennis said. “You know when we got the um… bag from the police? When I saw Dad’s gun in the bag, I almost threw up. It’s only been a little more than a year since I told my Dad about what happened with the JV team. That night, while Dad was making phone calls and raising hell, I crept into my parents’ bedroom. I knew Dad kept his pistol in the nightstand. I opened the drawer and looked at it. I never touched it that night. I just stared at it and cried. Over the next two weeks, I went in and looked at the gun maybe four more times. I just could never bring myself to touch it. I just stood there imagining my life ending right there where I stood. Gradually, it got better and I quit going in there. But I thought a lot of times over the summer about how it would be so much better if I was just dead. I remember that feeling and I promise, I will never make someone else feel like that.”
“Oh, Dennis,” she cried, hugging him. “We have choices. We don’t even have to kiss if you don’t want to. But if you want to, we can.” She raised her lips toward his and he met her. The kiss was one friend to another and then gradually, a boyfriend and girlfriend. Before long, it was a kiss between lovers. “You don’t have to touch my breasts, but you can if you want to,” she husked. By that time, Dennis wanted to a lot and stroked her beautiful breasts. “You could even put your hand under my T-shirt.” She demonstrated, pushing her hand under his shirt to caress his chest. He moved to do as she suggested and felt the soft fullness of her bare breast in his hand with its hard little point in the middle. His erection tented out his pants and pressed against her pussy.
“Um… you don’t have to do anything about that,” he whispered. “I can back up so I’m not touching you if you want.”
“If I want to touch you there, is it okay?” she asked.
“Yesss.”
“You can touch me down there if you want to. I like how you do that when we’re kissing.” Soon the two were holding each other’s genitals and gently masturbating toward a climax.
“Brenda, I might come pretty quickly.”
“You don’t have to wait,” she said. “I’m ready to come, too.”
It was not many strokes later when Dennis sprayed his semen over her stomach and Brenda clenched her thighs around his fingers, playing in her twat.
“Wow, Brenda! Just being near you makes me so… I don’t know. I just felt like I was about to pass out. I love you. Um… sorry about getting you all messy. Let me get a tissue.”
“Better get a whole box of them,” Brenda gasped. She still had hold of his cock and was slowly milking it back to full hardness. “Den, I know we don’t have to make love, but if you want to, you do have to put a condom on. Can I help?”
“Really, Brenda? Yes. Yes, let me get a condom and you can help. Oh God, Bren! I want you so much!”
“No more than I want you, lover. It’s what I want. More than anything,” Brenda said as she tore open the packet with her teeth. She carefully checked to make sure it was right side out and rolled it down his cock. Just the feeling of her applying the condom filled Dennis’s cock to complete stiffness. “Come to me, my lover. Fill me.” She rolled to her back and pulled Dennis over her, spreading her legs wide to accommodate him.
“You don’t want to, like, be on top or anything?” he asked as she tugged him toward her opening.
“Later. We can play in any position we want to, but right now, I want to feel you pressing me into the mattress as you fill me with delight.”
“I don’t think my cock has ever been called ‘Delight’ before,” he said as he slid between her folds. They kissed and he entered the channel, pulled forward by her hands and sucked into her willing pussy. Brenda groaned as he moved deeper into her.
“Wait there a minute for me to adjust,” she said when he was about three-quarters into her. “It’s so much for my little pussy to hold. It is definitely delight!” Soon, Dennis was moving back and forth in her and sinking deeper with each thrust. Brenda pulled her legs back and he sank forward a little more. “I don’t think you can go any farther,” she panted. “That’s the end of my pussy.”
“I don’t think I have anything left to add,” he said.
“Slowly, Bae. In and out slowly. I’ve never had so much in my pussy. You are touching all the right places. Oh, love me. Love me.”
“I love you, Brenda.” They were the last intelligible words for twenty minutes as they made love and finally reached fulfillment again.
Dennis was glad he’d brought the boxes of condoms into his room where it was convenient to open another. He and Brenda were both a little groggy as they got ready for school in the morning. They’d slept, but it kept being interrupted by one or the other initiating lovemaking again. And at one point, Brenda invited Dennis to invade her ass again with his massive pole. He still wasn’t successful in pushing more than a few inches into her, but it was an intense experience for both of them. Brenda walked a little gingerly as they headed out the door for school.
Word of the spring break adventure had spread around school within the timespan of the first period. As usual, it was subject to as many partial truths as whole truths. Most had Carol Reston naked in the street. What came after that was subject to every variation imaginable. If something could be misinterpreted and turned into something else completely, Les Steinman was the one who would do it.
“Dude!” the geeky freshman said in the hall. He was thin as a rail and already had an Ichabod Crane look about him. Sadly, he had none of the gentle demeanor, intelligence, or timidity of the Washington Irving character. “Way to go—nailing that Carol bitch right in the middle of the street. She turned me down three times and you just strip her and fuck her in the middle of town where everybody could watch. Dude, who’s next? Those cheerleaders? Man, they’re on my list. I hear every guy on the basketball team fucked them and they’re suddenly all dried up and won’t put out for anyone. Tip me in, next time, okay? I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
“Um… Uh… I’m kind of trying to lie low right now, Les. Could you cool it a little? I don’t need any more attention on me,” Dennis stammered. The kid kind of frightened Dennis a little and he definitely didn’t need his version of the story spread around.
“Oh, got it. Too much heat,” Les said, lowering his voice. “Just remember, when you’re ready to off them all, I’ve got your back. We could wipe the floors with their bleach blonde heads.”
The image disturbed Dennis more than he could stomach. He turned to rush into the nearest restroom.
At lunch, Brenda and Natalie squeezed Dennis between them and did their best to touch him without violating the school’s ‘no PDAs’ rule. By the end of the meal, all his girlfriends—and Lana—knew what Brenda and Dennis had done the night before. The whispers and giggles at their lunch table were intense and Dennis was sure his face flamed red.
“Ah, Dennis,” Paul Klinefelter said. “Seems I’m always coming to apologize or thank you or something. Anyway, thanks for what you did for Carol last week. A lot of us seniors have been worried about her but didn’t know what we could do. We just want to thank you for being there when she really needed you.”
“I was just lucky enough to be near, Paul. It was no big deal.”
“I went up to the hospital to see her yesterday.”
“Is she doing okay?” Dennis asked.
“Kind of hard to tell. She seems to be awake and aware, but she won’t say much of anything. And then, for no apparent reason, she just starts shaking all over and crying. It’s going to take a while, the doctors say,” Paul said.
“I hope she recovers. You know, I never wanted anything bad to happen to her,” Dennis said.
“I think we all know that. Um… And thanks for working with my sister.”
“Huh?”
“Corrine. On the track team. She’s my sister and… well, it’s like she’s always followed me in every class and with every teacher she’s had a year behind me. What you’re doing with her… encouraging her to compete… that’s something she’s doing that I never did. It’s really changing her outlook,” Paul said. “Um… Don’t mention I said anything about it, okay?”
“Sure. Um… I hope Carol recovers.”
In general, it seemed that more people were just noticing him and nodding toward him. Most didn’t say anything, but he was no longer invisible. People recognized him. He wasn’t sure he was happy about that.
Dennis dressed for track practice in the unused coaches’ locker room. He was waiting on the field for the team to gather. He looked proudly at the ranks of athletes in front of him. They’d sorted themselves out into neat rows, separated far enough so they could do the exercises without running into each other. The girls were in front and the boys were in back. Dennis suspected there was more at work there than ‘ladies first.’ He’d seen the view from behind the girls himself and it was one that would inspire most young men.
As far as the girls were concerned, they didn’t seem to mind having their butts stared at and did a fair amount of staring themselves when they had the opportunity. Dennis noticed there had been some shopping over the vacation on both the boys’ and girls’ parts. More boys, especially runners, were wearing spandex shorts or running pants. More girls had moved to even shorter shorts that were the equivalent of the girls’ basketball practice outfits. The day was warm and a lot of flesh was being shown. He heard a couple of whispered comments about what was seen changing the contours of the uniforms, either the boys’ pants or the girls’ tops. Dennis shook his head, wondering how some of the guys were going to run with an erection strapped to their leg.
In the weight room, things were going well with progress being made by both boys and girls in all events. Dennis worked with the shot putters and discus throwers to strengthen back, arms, and legs.
“I’ve always hated exercise,” Corrine said as he spotted for her presses. “Maybe it was just the trainers I had. You’re never barking at me about my weight or humiliating me. It makes a difference.”
“Corrine, I just want you to be the best you possible. You set that standard. I think you’ll start winning some contests before the season is over and the overall strengthening we’re doing will help you carry yourself at whatever weight you find comfortable,” Dennis said.
“I’ve already found that out,” Rita said as she prepared for her ab exercises. “I mean, I put on weight just to hide the size of my boobs. My back has been aching for two years. I’m already feeling less stress on my back because I’m stronger. I did the exercises every day over vacation.”
“Good for you. I noticed when you started putting on weight in eighth grade,” Dennis said. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand what was going on. I don’t feel like I was a very good friend.”
“That’s sweet of you, Dennis, but you know as well as I do that no one was a good friend to anyone who didn’t shape up to their ideal. How many friends did you have in our class? I at least had a couple girlfriends who were going through the same things I was. But none of us ever reached out to you,” Rita said.
“I guess that shows that at least some of our isolation is self-imposed,” Dennis said. “I always felt I was different and not liked or even noticed. But I never did anything to change that. I never reached out to make friends either.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourselves,” Corrine said. “Everyone goes through periods of feeling isolated and generally left out of everything going on. For some of us those periods are years long. When I got to high school, I weighed the same as I do now, but I was four inches shorter. I knew I wasn’t going to lose weight and I just figured that if I grew taller, I’d grow heavier, too. I ignored everyone and just went about doing what I felt like doing. If I felt like laughing, I laughed. If I felt like painting a picture, I painted. If I wanted music, I sang—even though I can’t carry a tune at all. Some of my classmates, dissed me and were unkind. But most just accepted me for what I am—a fat and happy girl. I sure wouldn’t trade my extra weight to be like Rachel Dorsett, for example. She has perfect teeth, perfect tits, and according to most boys in our class, a perfect pussy. But I’ve never met anyone so unhappy in my life.”
“Somehow the cheerleading squad became a toxic environment,” Dennis said. “It’s too bad. I thought for a while, when they started cheering for the Angelines, that they’d become friends. But when Brenda quit cheering, I guess they lost an anchor and tried to take Lana down with them.”
“Lana’s always been nice,” Jennifer said. She was in ninth grade, too, and didn’t really have a weight problem as far as Dennis could tell. But she was strong and getting stronger. “When she became a cheerleader, though, I thought she became dark and kind of angry at the world. I didn’t like her much then. Do you know what happened?”
“That’s Lana’s story to tell when she’s ready,” Dennis said. “I’m glad she’s a happy and athletic girl.”
The girls finished their weight training and stood to leave. Corrine and Rita stopped to give Dennis a kiss on the cheek. When she saw it, Jennifer ran back and did the same.
“We need to make sure our trainer knows we appreciate what he’s doing for us,” Corrine giggled. The girls ran out of the weight room and Dennis stood musing about their behavior.
The meet on Thursday was against Medicine Lake and was at home. With only two teams competing, nearly everyone got to participate. Eight lanes across the track were divided between the two schools so they could have four runners in individual events. All the jumpers got to participate as did the five shot putters and discus throwers. After getting his team warmed up, Dennis assisted the coaches with running errands, getting water, helping athletes, and even measuring distances. He was standing in the coaches’ circle when Don Long approached him. Don was a senior, Diane’s brother, and the school’s best long jumper.
“Uh… Dennis, coach Wilson said I should come and see you. I kind of twisted my ankle on my last jump. Is there something you can do for it? I’ve got another jump to go and I don’t want to waste it,” he said.
“Have a seat, Don,” Dennis said, pointing to the bench. “Let me see your ankle.” Don sat and held out his foot. Dennis immediately grabbed an icepack out of his kit and activated it. He pressed that against the ankle while he removed the shoe and sock. “It’s definitely a hot spot,” he said. “Is this last jump so important that you need to risk hurting yourself more?”
“Damn! Sorry,” Don said. “This is, like… the long jumper from Medicine Lake is kind of a personal rival of mine. We’re really close on our distances and I just don’t want to let him win this.”
“There’s no guarantee you’ll get a better jump after I tape you. How does it feel when you flex?”
“There’s a little twinge, but I jump off the other leg.”
“Okay. I’m going to use some kinesiology tape on your ankle. It will give you some support, but shouldn’t restrict your movement much.”
“Yeah, just hurry, would you? The girls just finished and they’re about to start the next round.” Don’s attention was definitely on the jumping pit as Dennis quickly wrapped the ankle and activated the flexible tape.
“Try to flex and extend,” he said. Don worked his foot and nodded. “As soon as you finish your jump, get back here and put the ice back on it. Got it?” Dennis asked as he pulled the sock and shoe back on Don’s foot.
“Hey, this is good. Thanks.” He quickly went over to the long jump pit in time for his name to be called. Dennis followed to watch his routine. Don did a couple of squats and bounced a few times, then took his starting stance and raced down the runway to the takeoff board. His launch was good and he had a solid landing, falling forward to clear the imprint. All too often, good jumps were spoiled when the jumper fell back on his butt and cut as much as two feet off his distance. Don’s jump wasn’t a record-breaker, but at twenty-one feet, three inches, it put him solidly in the lead. As soon as he got out of the pit, he limped over to Dennis and took the ice pack from him. “Thanks, buddy. That’ll teach Mike Drummond to try and steal my girlfriend.”
Dennis had to chuckle at that, but he understood.
Both the boys’ and the girls’ teams did well and chalked up a win—the first for the each of them. Unfortunately, it was a school night, so after the meet, everyone went home instead of out to celebrate. Coach Wilson stopped Dennis outside the locker room.
“I took a look at the taping job you did on Don,” Coach said. “Nice work. I didn’t think he was injured too badly to jump, but it helps to have an extra pair of eyes on an injury. When I have to run back and forth from long jump to high jump, I can’t pay attention to every detail. We need about twice the number of coaches we have. It’s nice to know we can depend on you.” He gave Dennis a pat on the shoulder and headed across the gym to his office in the middle school.
There was one day of rest and light workouts before the next meet on Saturday. They had to travel to East Liberty at ten, but it was a short trip. Dennis got the team warmed up and they scattered to their events. This meet was a four-way meet and it seemed like the entire field was covered with athletes from the four schools. Unlike Tuesday’s meet where there could be four runners from each school, this one was limited by agreement to three runners from each. Rather than running preliminary heats for each race, races with more than eight competitors would be run in timed finals. For example, twelve runners in the 100-meter race would run in two heats of six runners each. Who won the heat was not as important as how fast it was run. Two or even three runners from one heat might place above the winner of the other heat. It was a little confusing for the runners, but the meet moved along well and Bartley didn’t do badly overall with the boys taking second and the girls taking third. The combined team finish was second.
There was a little more celebration in the air when the teams got back on Saturday afternoon.
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