Team Manager 2: SPRINT!
Chapter 24
WHEN THE CROWD finally dispersed, Dot found that not only had everyone been served pie and ice cream, but there was another pie on the counter, more ice cream in the freezer, and a casserole in the oven. Elsa and Peg had done nothing but cook while Dot was at the school with Dennis, Drake, and the police. She was thankful for the school’s security recordings and the reports Dennis had made earlier in the year. It was amazing to her that no one had bothered following up on the reports.
It was a wonder, also, that two State Troopers were within a distance they could respond. It had become increasingly clear that Bartley County needed more police presence. The spring primary had not only elected two new school board members, but two people had advanced to the fall election for sheriff. People were surprised to find Trooper Moran was running for sheriff. He’d purchased a small home in White Center before the primary and changed his address. His platform was expanding the sheriff’s department and making it more professional. The county council had already acted to increase the budget and staff a new sheriff’s office in County Seat.
Dennis still showed signs of having been in shock, even after his girlfriends had surrounded him with love. It definitely helped to calm things down but Dot noticed he still started shaking periodically. Peg was a treasure, hugging her brother when he started shaking until he calmed down again. Dot served the Swedish Meatball Casserole Elsa had made and tried to keep the conversation light. She wanted to scream at her son over how foolish he’d been. And at the same time, she was bursting with pride at how he’d stopped the shooter. While the kids were eating pie and ice cream, Randolph had told her about the party incident at which Dennis had knocked out a member of the track team who was harassing Lana. She’d had no idea he was so strong.
Peg chattered away about ‘work’ at the Opportunity Center, making the meal a little less morose. After they’d cleared up the dishes and everything was straight, they went to the living room to read. At last, it was Peg’s bedtime and Dot sat in the living room with her son. He started shaking again and she could see the signs that he was reliving a moment of the confrontation. She’d seen him go through this the previous spring when they discovered the bullying he’d been through. She didn’t really want to self-medicate, but she needed a little something herself. So, she went to the kitchen and pulled her own well-hidden bottle of brandy off the top shelf of the pantry. She poured them each a short glass and carefully put the bottle back where it was out of sight.
“Here. This will help,” she said softly as she handed Dennis a glass. She settled into her chair, letting Dennis take the lead if he wanted to talk. After a sip of the brandy and a wrinkled-nose response, Dennis spoke in a raw voice, on the verge of tears.
“I understand now.”
“What do you understand, son?”
“I understand why Dad went to confront Lee Smith, even when he knew Lee wanted to kill him.” Dennis took another sip of the drink, closing his eyes as it went down his throat. “He couldn’t do nothing. Not when he knew his family was in danger. He couldn’t sit and wait or take the safe route. He had to do it. That’s all I could think when Les started shooting. I had to do it. He might have hurt or even killed people I love. I know it was foolish, but I couldn’t do nothing. I had to stop him.”
They sat in silence a while longer. Dot hadn’t even turned on the TV. She wanted her son to know her attention was on him. But it seemed pointless to say anything. His few words had brought tears to her eyes as well. Will had been beaten down repeatedly, but he always rose to the defense of his family. Her son had inherited that trait from his father.
“I’m really tired. I think I’ll go to bed now,” he said. He kissed his mother on the cheek and went to his room. She sat in silence and finished her drink. Then she finished the one she’d given Dennis. After taking the glasses to the kitchen to wash and dry, she decided it was time to face her own ghosts and, for the first time since he died, she went to her bedroom to lie in the bed that had been hers and Will’s. She needed to tell him how proud he would be of his son.
*Open the door. I’m cold.*
Dennis looked at his phone and the message that had buzzed in. It was past ten o’clock and it took a moment for the message to sink in. Amy. He jumped out of bed and went to open the front door. His girlfriend rushed into his arms, dropping her bag on the floor.
“Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded her head against his chest.
“I didn’t want you to be alone tonight.”
“It’s late. You shouldn’t be here. Your grandmother will…”
“She told me not to do anything that would affect my performance in the meet tomorrow, so I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to fuck me. Or even to do my butt. But we can hold each other while we sleep.” She grabbed her bag and they went quietly to Dennis’s room.
“I hate feeling this way, but I worry when you wander around outside at night. I feel like every corner is haunted and someone will step out to hurt us at any moment,” Dennis said as they lay down in bed.
“Gransy dropped me off.”
“She gave you permission?”
“Sort of. She said she wasn’t going to let me go out to walk across town alone. So, she drove me.”
They lay in the bed a few minutes without speaking, but kissing lightly.
“I’m… uh… not sure I’m up for any play tonight,” Dennis said.
“I know. Me either. Just let me hold you and go to sleep.”
It didn’t take long for sleep to claim both teens.
“Good morning, Number Two,” Dot said when the kids came out for breakfast. She was unperturbed at the girl’s presence. Especially, since it was Amy. She always seemed to arrive in the middle of the night. She wished again that there had been someone more corporeal than her husband’s ghost waiting for her in bed.
“Good morning, Ms. Dottie,” Amy replied. “May I help you fix breakfast?”
“Breakfast is almost ready. Would you get out the orange juice and pour us each a glass?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Is everything okay at home, dear?”
“Oh. Yes. Gransy is fine. Of course, I’m not really seeing Mom and Dad. I don’t feel in danger at the moment. But I felt like my boyfriend shouldn’t be alone last night. Is that okay?”
“As long as your grandmother isn’t looking for you, it’s fine.” Dot wondered when it had become fine for her sixteen-year-old son to have a girlfriend sleep with him in her house. She’d lost track. There were other things she’d lost track of, too. She needed to spend part of her day today resolving issues at home. It was important.
“Good morning, Mom,” Dennis said as he pecked her on the cheek. He did the same with Peg and took the orange juice jug from Amy. He poured the juice and they all sat down.
“You kids need a good breakfast today. You have a long trip and a track meet. You should have a light snack before you leave for school,” Dot said.
“It’s coming home when we’ll be exhausted and hungry,” Dennis said.
“Mr. Dietz has organized the boosters and parents to pack a cooler for the boys and one for the girls, so you will have sandwiches and cold drinks after the meet.”
“That’s nice of him,” Amy said. “We should send a thank you note to the boosters.”
“I’ll put it on my list,” Dennis said.
The bus didn’t seem to be very full. With only fifteen girls, Dennis, and Ardith, it was also quiet. Several girls had brought pillows to lean on while they slept some more.
“Can you tape while we’re riding the bus?” Lana asked. “First round of high jump will be right at 4:00.”
“Sure,” Dennis responded.
“Coach has me in the 3000 and in the 4x800 right after,” Janice said. “Could you do me up tight?” When Lana had her ankles taped, Janice sat across from him and held her foot up. Dennis relaxed into the familiar rhythms of taping his athletes as they rode the bus to Traynor. He was halfway through taping Tori when he froze. She looked at him to see him shaking and dropped her foot to crush him to her. The sudden movement caused everyone to turn and look at them. Natalie and Brenda were beside them in an instant.
“It’s okay. Shh, boyfriend. We’re all safe,” Tori whispered. Brenda giggled and Natalie rolled her eyes. Dennis breathed deeply while his girlfriends held him. He finally stopped shaking and sat up straight.
“S-sorry. Let’s finish up, Tori. I need to see if I can just continue or if I need to start over,” he said.
“Did I do something?” she squeaked.
“No. Really, it wasn’t you. I just had a sudden vision of taping Les’s hands together yesterday. I lost track of how many times I wrapped them because I just kept wrapping and wrapping until the roll ran out. Then I started on his feet with another roll. I’m glad coach buys this stuff by the gross.” He went back to taping Tori and made sure it was all smooth. He made sure her whole lower leg was smooth, too. She sighed. “Okay, girlfriend. Let me get at the next one who needs tape.”
All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to pass the time on the long bus ride. Dennis was a little distracted, though, when he thought about Tori calling him boyfriend and his affirmation by calling her girlfriend. He guessed there were eleven now, though Number Ten was kind of a reserved spot for his friend, Lana. Who knew? Maybe there would never be a Number Ten.
Janice wasn’t warmed up enough for the 3000-meter run. She was disappointed until she saw her twelfth-place time was still just 12:14.84. At an earlier meet, she’d run it at 11:15, but even that full minute would not have gotten her to the State Finals in this meet. She took her place for the 4x800, though, and seemed to find her pace as she took the baton from Tori, made two laps of the track and handed off to Laura. Diane brought that race home for Bartley’s first first-place finish of the day at 10:09.21.
Lana made her first jump at 4'6", but felt her ankle give out on the take-off. Coach Wilson looked at it and sent her to Dennis for ice. She was out of the running and didn’t jump again. In the meantime, Brenda settled into the blocks for the first heat of three in the 100-meter dash. Her 12.49 seconds held up through the other two heats and she claimed the next first-place ribbon for Bartley.
Andy and Ardith had looked at their lineup and scratched the sprint medley relay, but the girls lined up for the distance medley with fire in their eyes. Judith and Debbie ran even with the field in the two 200-meter legs and Tori took off like a shot for the 400-meter leg. Diane had three seconds lead when she took the baton for the 800-meter leg and opened it up to eight seconds to bring home the blue ribbon at 4:21.11. Tori’s celebration was cut short by the call for the third heat of the 400-meter dash. She won the heat, but her time of 1:03.36 was only good for second place overall. It still qualified, though.
Judith came on strong to win the 200-meter dash. Diane and Laura each finished second in the 800 and 1500-meter runs. Natalie managed second in the 100-meter hurdles, but couldn’t put it together for better than sixth in the 400-meter hurdles. Nonetheless, Natalie, Brenda, Judith, Tori, Diane, Janice, and Laura all had state qualifying runs and would travel to Des Moines for the state finals on Thursday. The 800-meter relay team and the distance medley relay team would also run at State. And in the final race of the day, Tori, Debbie, Laura, and Natalie took the 4x400 relay at 4:11.30, five seconds ahead of the nearest competitor.
Things had not gone as well in the field events with Lana out after the first jump and no long jumpers competing. Corrine came in seventh in the shot put with a throw of 33'5.5" and Rita was thirteenth at 26' even. Denise was close to the cluster with her discus throw of 105'2" but it was only good for fourth. Jennifer ended up in eleventh at 88'.
The surprise of the day was that having no competitors in three events and Lana scratching after her first jump, Bartley still managed a third place team finish out of the twelve schools in the competition. Eight of the fifteen girls competing advanced to the State Finals in Des Moines including three of Bartley’s relay teams. The girls felt damned good about the qualifier results. They were considerably more boisterous on the way home, hungrily digging in to the sandwiches and soft drinks packed by the boosters. It was 8:30 when they reached the school.
Dennis had cut all the tape off the girls on the way back. Since it had been two hours since the last race, Ardith suggested they all head home for showers instead of unlocking the school. Natalie, Brenda, and Amy had their own idea regarding where and how to spend the night.
The four teens were happy and chattering away as they had cookies and milk in the kitchen. Dot was glad to see them seeming like their old selves. But when they headed toward the bedroom, they quickly stopped and Dennis came running back to his mother.
“Mom? Are we moving?” The hall had several boxes stacked along one side.
“No. I mean, not away. I spent the day going through your father’s things and boxed up most of his clothes to send to Goodwill. They are all way too big for you. Now, don’t worry about whether there is something you wanted. I kept out a few things that you might eventually grow into, including that old Levi jacket you like so well. I saved out several of his oversized T-shirts for your girlfriends. I also have a collection of his personal items you can go through to see what you might like to have.”
“Wow! It just looked like so many boxes.”
“Well, I went through my own things while I was at it, and Peg’s, too. I thought it would be a good thing for you to go through your things tomorrow and toss out anything you don’t or can’t wear and anything else you want to get rid of to make room for your newer collections.”
“Newer?”
Dot raised an eyebrow at him and glanced toward the girls. He immediately thought of his new panty collection.
“Oh. Okay,” he mumbled.
“I think we could do a bedroom swap tomorrow as well,” Dot continued. “My bedroom is really too big for just me to rattle around in. And the bed—well, it was a gift from my parents at the same time they gave you the double in your room. It’s considerably bigger and I just get lost in it. You are more likely to be able to fill it, so I thought you might like to change rooms with me.”
“Mom?”
“I had a lot of time to think last night. It was the first time I’d slept in the room since your Dad was injured. It just has too many memories for me to stay there and I’m wearing the chair out, sleeping in the living room. Please do this for me, Dennis.”
“Sure, Mom. We’ll work on it tomorrow.” He went to tell his girlfriends what was going on.
Lovemaking was the closest to raw sex the four teens had ever experienced. It started out soft and gentle, but soon progressed to a primal level and a drive for orgasms as quickly as they could be had. Dennis had Amy on the edge of the bed and licked her to one orgasm after another as Natalie similarly attacked Brenda. Dennis backed away from Amy a few inches and just looked at her beautiful pussy and the thin membrane that still stretched across the entrance. He reached for a condom and, after making sure it was right side out, rolled it onto his painfully hard cock. But Amy had rolled to kiss Brenda. Instead, Dennis saw Natalie’s upturned ass and open pussy as she continued to eat out Brenda. Dennis knee-walked between Natalie’s feet and powered into her pussy in one long thrust. Natalie whined into Brenda’s pussy as Dennis pumped rapidly into hers.
Amy saw Natalie rise to catch a breath as Dennis drove her forward, and reached beneath to stroke Natalie’s clit. It didn’t take long for her to get her first and Dennis growled as he came in her.
And that was merely the first round. Natalie spun around to strip the condom off Dennis and suck him into her mouth, as Amy tore another condom from the strip and prepared to apply it. Dennis never really flagged, so when Natalie backed up to settle her pussy on Brenda’s mouth and Amy got the condom on Dennis, he dove forward to plant his cock balls deep in Brenda. He leaned forward to suck on Natalie’s nipples while Amy got her head between them and feasted on Brenda’s.
The rise took fractionally longer than the first one, but shortly, Dennis was depositing another load in the condom as both Brenda and Natalie got their cookies again. Dennis rolled to his left as his cock came out of Brenda and Amy grabbed the condom. The four hugged each other in the afterglow and lay back to invite sleep.
Sleep had other ideas and fled from them. This time Amy took control of Dennis’s cock and pointed it at her bottom, which he discovered, she had already lubed. The head of his cock popped through her sphincter with the first bit of pressure. Amy was not content with that, however, and relentlessly drove herself back onto Dennis, taking him deeper and deeper. Ultimately, Dennis pounded into Amy’s ass more vigorously and deeper than they’d ever gone. Brenda managed to worm her way under Amy without suffocating herself and began licking at Amy’s clit. Natalie sprawled in front of Amy and the motions of Dennis pounding her ass drove Amy forward into Nat’s pussy.
By the time they’d all come again, they were exhausted and sweaty. Dennis was finally shrinking out of Amy’s butt. Amy ran for the bathroom. A moment later, Dennis, Brenda, and Natalie joined her and ran the shower. They couldn’t fit all four in the shower together, so Brenda took Amy in to tenderly clean and soothe her butt. As soon as they stepped out, Natalie took Dennis into the shower and cleaned his cock thoroughly as they kissed and touched each other.
Soaping Dennis got him hard again. Without bothering to retrieve a condom, Natalie turned in the shower and pressed her hands against the wall. Dennis moved up behind her and slid easily into her pussy. He reached around to stimulate her clit as she pumped back against his rigid cock. When she came, Dennis had a spurt or two, but was spent for the night. It seemed his cock was going to stay hard, though, even if not in use.
Eventually, the four got back into bed and in a mixture of lying beside each other, spooning, and lying on top, they finally slept.
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