Team Manager 2: SPRINT!
Chapter 31
THE SLEEPOVER PARTY on Saturday was, of course, at Dennis’s house. Seeing an opportunity to entertain more kids, the parents got together and planned a party at the Browns’ for the younger siblings. Rosie’s younger brother, Leanne’s younger brother and sister, Tori’s younger brother, Danny Long, and Peg all were greeted by Nils and Sofia, along with a couple other friends that weren’t related to Dennis’s girlfriends. There were plenty of outdoor games to be played and a bonfire wiener roast. Mr. and Mrs. McDonald came over to assist the Browns in watching the horde.
When his girlfriends began arriving, Dennis fully expected Tori to be among them. He was a little surprised that Debbie came in. But he was very surprised when Lana showed up.
“Um… Lana? You got permission to come to the party?” he asked. She just nodded. “The um… the whole thing? All night?” She nodded again. “You know you don’t have to do anything and I’ll try to make sure things don’t get out of hand or too wild. Mom’s here and she’ll watch out for you, too.”
Lana didn’t say anything, but reached in her bag. Her crimson blush was a stark contrast to her white-blonde hair as she handed him a familiar-looking box. He thought at first, she was going to cry, but burst out into a fit of giggles instead.
“Mom and Dad gave me a whole lecture in front of Nils and Sofia,” she said. “Then they gave me this box and said that even if I wasn’t participating, I still had to contribute.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Embarrassed to death, but okay.”
“Oh, Lana, we all went through it,” Judith said coming up to her. “I couldn’t believe it when Mom made Diane and me bring boxes of condoms to put on the coffee table.”
Debbie stood looking at Lana and heaved a big sigh.
“I thought I’d get away with not embarrassing myself,” Debbie said. She reached into her bag and pulled out another box of condoms. “I got the same lecture. Did yours include that this didn’t mean I had permission to have sex? I’d have died if I had a little brother watching. It was bad enough having my stepmom watch as Dad went through the whole lecture. And I don’t even have a number yet.” The whole group started laughing and guided the two girls to place their boxes on the coffee table. Amy ran to Dennis’s room and retrieved all the unopened boxes of condoms from the girls’ underwear drawer.
“Wow! It’s a good thing you brought replenishments! We started with ten boxes, but there’s only five left. That’s like sixty condoms since the first of March! How can you even get it up that often?”
“Um… One box is in my car,” Natalie said. “We’ve only used a few of those.”
Everyone turned when they heard Tori clear her throat loudly. She stood waving another box.
“I had these with me the day of the State Track Meet. Natalie and Diane had to witness my parents giving me the lecture, but I never got them over here,” she said. “They put another box in my bedroom.”
“Well, that brings us back up to eight boxes here with a partial in Natalie’s car and a partial still in the bedroom,” Brenda said. “So, we can all tell the parents who care there are still ten boxes of condoms.”
“Still, somewhere between three and four dozen condoms in three months?” Tori said. “Our boyfriend is like Superman.”
“Oh, yeah,” Natalie sighed. Everyone started giggling again and they all headed for the kitchen to get food and drinks ready. Of course, there were far too many to fit in the kitchen, so Dennis and the ‘new girls’ were sent to the living room with Brenda and Natalie.
“Dennis, Debbie doesn’t have a number,” Nat whispered.
“Um… You mean… I should…?” he stuttered. She nodded. He looked over to where Debbie was nervously talking to Brenda and Tori. Lana had plopped down right next to Dennis on the couch. He turned to Lana. “Lana? Are you okay with being girlfriend Number Ten?”
“It’s the number I asked for, silly. Of course I’m okay. I thought I made that clear yesterday,” she said.
“Yesterday?” Natalie asked. Lana blushed. “We’ll talk later. Go, Dennis.”
“Debbie,” he began. The three girls all turned toward him.
“Yes, Dennis?” she said.
“We haven’t really talked about this since you stopped me in the hall outside the locker room last winter.”
“Oh, God! I’m so embarrassed about that. I can’t believe I said what I said. It was like a bright light had just come on in the school and you were it. I felt like a fricking moth,” she said.
“Oh, but you’ve changed a lot since then. You came out of your dark days. I remember back in grade school, I was always happy when I saw you’d volunteered or been appointed to lead something, like decorating for the holidays or something, because I knew it would be great. Working with you during track has shown me you’re still that girl at heart. So, I was wondering if you’d consider being my girlfriend, um… Number Twelve,” he said.
“Uh… uh… I mean… uh… yes?”
“You don’t have to say yes if you aren’t sure. None of us will pressure you. Rule number one.”
“No means no,” they all chorused.
“But… I mean yes, if it’s okay. I mean, like, it’s not like we have to have sex, is it? I mean, like, right away?”
“It never means you have to do anything,” Dennis said. “It means we really like you and we—that is all eleven of my girlfriends and me—would like you to be one of us. Be our girlfriend.”
“Yes! Um… Could you maybe kiss me again?”
“I’d love to.” Dennis stood and approached Debbie. She was hesitant at first but melted against him as their lips met. It wasn’t deep and passionate. Debbie was still just getting started on the whole kissing thing. A nice soft kiss was enough to melt her. When Dennis let go, Debbie sank back against the arm of the big chair. Then she squeaked and jumped up. Dot looked up at her from where she was reading.
“Hello, Number Twelve. I take it that you want to date my son, too.”
Brenda quickly whispered in Debbie’s ear and Debbie answered Dot. “Thank you for the invitation, Ms. Dottie. That would be very nice.” Dot scowled a little and shook her head. “Have you been here the whole time, like when we were talking, um… about stuff.”
“Condoms, dear? About the number of boxes of condoms? I’m so glad you understand the rules. Number Ten. Number Eleven. Number Twelve. You all know the rules, correct?” Tori and Lana stood up beside Debbie.
“Rule number one, ‘No means no.’ Rule number two, ‘Never without protection.’ Rule number three, ‘Not in front of Peg, or the children,’” they recited.
“Very good. And preferably not until I’ve gone to bed,” Dot said. She smiled at the girls and each one leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Dinner was pizza. It seemed like that’s what was chosen for every party. The girls had brought frozen pizzas, chips, and soft drinks. Then they all settled in front of the TV to watch a movie, cuddled as closely together as they could get. Things shifted around a lot as they watched and by the mid-point no one was left on the couch as they all lay on top of each other on the floor. There was a little kissing. A lot of hugging each other through the scary parts of the old black and white movie.
As they shifted around, there was also a bit of kissing going on—not always where it was expected. Leanne managed to get up very close to Dennis and raised her lips to him as she leaned in for a kiss. The kiss went on a long time. Long enough that there were a few titters nearby when Dennis’s hand crept up beneath her shirt and gently caressed her bare breast. They separated slowly with a lot of little pecks. Eventually, Leanne crawled over to Natalie’s arms.
Daniella found a partner to teach about kissing. Debbie was a willing learner, having had very few opportunities in the past. When they reached the point of Daniella’s tongue touching Debbie’s, the new girlfriend may have come a little.
Amy and Brenda double-teamed Tori. The three had been together at the Armors’ house just a few weeks before. Tori was pleased that they liked her enough to have her again. She hid her insecurities behind being bold and daring, but Brenda and Amy helped her just relax with them and share the gentleness of love rather than the drive to orgasm.
During the movie, sleeping bags had been spread out all over the living room and girls had slipped into Dennis’s room to change into their nightshirts and return to the pile. When the movie ended, they discovered Dot had already left the room for bed. There was a little stirring around as the remaining girlfriends went to change and brush their teeth.
Dennis chose a moment to slip into the bedroom with Diane and get his own pajamas on while he ‘helped’ her into her oversized T-shirt. After a little fondling, though, Diane stepped away with a sigh and promised she’d be waiting for him in the living room. She left. Dennis stood in front of his dresser pulling his pajama pants on, trying to decide whether or not to bother putting on the shirt. The door opened and there was a little squeak behind him. He turned to see Lana standing just inside his bedroom with a hand raised to her mouth as her big eyes took in the sight of him.
“Um… Sorry! I thought when Diane came out, it was empty.” Still, she just stood there staring at him and not making a move to open the door and leave.
“It’s okay. I’m done. I’ll leave,” Dennis said. Lana continued to lean against the door staring at him. “Um… You’ve seen me without a shirt before. It’s no big deal.”
Lana pushed away from the door and stepped toward Dennis. She reached out her hand and touched his chest, gradually letting the hand slide down to his abs. Nine months of leading conditioning exercises and working out with the teams had done a lot to reshape Dennis’s body. He’d been in good shape last fall when he started, but now his chest had broadened and his abs were ripped. His arms, which might have been sinewy before, had filled in with well-defined muscles. It was his practice to always do the exercises he asked others to do, whether drilling the basketball team or lifting weights. Lana explored the muscles of his torso as if in a hypnotic trance.
“Lana?” Dennis whispered. She jumped back and looked at him.
“S-s-sorry. Wow! I… just can’t believe how strong you are. No wonder you could knock out Derek and Les. And… Dennis…?” she faltered. “Um… you know what happened to me. I got stripped and mouth-fucked by five guys. They handled and twisted my breasts and scraped through my pussy with their dry fingers. But I was blindfolded and never saw any of them. And… I’ve never been kissed. Would… could you… just a little…?”
Dennis opened his arms to his friend, letting her decide if she really wanted to enter his embrace. She stepped into his arms and their lips met for the first time. Like with Debbie, Dennis didn’t try to rush the kiss or to make it too passionate. He just let the moment with their lips touching stretch on as long as she wanted. Eventually she stepped back with glassy eyes.
“Um… I should get ready for bed now,” she whispered.
“There are more T-shirts on the bed if you want one. The girls all seem to like them. I’ll… go now.” Dennis slipped past her and stepped into the hall, closing the door behind him. After a couple of deep breaths, he kind of staggered into the living room where the rest of the girls were sitting on the bedrolls and whispering together. Natalie took one look at him and jumped up to hug him.
“Who did this to you?” she giggled. She reached between them and squeezed his erect penis. He suddenly realized he must have poked Lana in the stomach with it. Or elsewhere.
“Oh! Um…”
“Did Diane get you this hard? Everyone is going to want a taste!”
“No. Uh…” Natalie stepped back a bit and looked around the room.
“Oh, my God! Lana?”
“She… kissed me.”
Natalie guided him down on the nearest sleeping bag and stood up to rush to Lana, just as the younger girl came out of the bedroom. Like all the other girls, Lana was wearing one of the thin oversized T-shirts and panties. The effect was heart-stopping. Only Diane and Debbie wore bras under their T-shirts, one for support and the other for modesty. It was obvious that Lana was not. The slight bounce and hard points tenting the T-shirt were all the evidence anyone needed.
“Shit!” Tori whispered. Dennis realized Natalie had pushed him down next to Tori, who had immediately collected him into a hug. He started to pull away. She just gripped him harder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Not that,” Tori said, putting his hand back on her bare thigh. “I just always thought I had the best tits in school.” She heaved a huge sigh and went back to stroking Dennis’s chest—something that did nothing to ease his hardon.
“Nat?” Lana whispered. “Can I cuddle with you tonight?”
“Oh, yes, sweetie. Oh, yes, you can,” Natalie said. She led the girl to an open space on the pile of sleeping bags next to Dennis where Natalie had intended to settle down. People seemed to settle down quickly for it being an all-night slumber party. But there were little pockets of subtle activity all around them. Whenever Brenda and Amy were together, it was almost assured that there would be orgasms. Having Leanne between them guaranteed it. Debbie was getting a kissing 101 class between the twins. Diane, Judith, and Rosie were just cuddling together, but there were occasional kisses shared and caresses delivered. Natalie held Lana close as the younger girl sought refuge from a physical response she wasn’t ready to admit.
Dennis lay on his back with Tori draped over him. They kissed and fondled each other. Tori’s hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they ground her pussy into Dennis’s thigh, while her leg stroked up and down his erection. Dennis was afraid he’d make a mess, but Tori shuddered against him, kissing his chest and sliding to the side to relieve some of the pressure against him. It took a long time for Dennis to soften enough that he could go to sleep, especially with one of Tori’s breasts in his hand.
Waking up in the middle of the night with his cock being sucked was a shock and Dennis gasped as he erupted in the hot wet mouth. She nursed it long enough to be sure he was empty, then crawled back up his body to resume the position they’d fallen asleep in. Tori never said a word, just kissed him and went back to sleep. He couldn’t help but notice her T-shirt had ridden up under her arms and her bare breasts were pressed against his chest and side for the rest of the night.
When he woke up in the morning, Tori had slid off to their left and rolled to her back. Dennis’s hand rested comfortably on her left boob. He reflexively gave a little squeeze. There was a little sigh from Tori, but the squeeze was answered on his right. He turned his head to find Lana was holding his hand and gazing at him. He was momentarily lost in her pale blue eyes. She smiled, as he did. She closed her eyes and seemed to drift back to sleep. He lay awake until others in the room began to stir.
There is something different about waking up with a girl or twelve than going to sleep with her. Long hair is tangled and plastered to the side of her head. Eyes are crusted and a strand of hair might be stuck in the corner or between dry lips. Creases across her face show exactly the contour and wrinkles in her pillow. Yawns, stretches, and squinting show her at her least glamorous. But to Dennis, also at her most lovable. Some of the girls rolled over and pulled a blanket over their heads—unwilling to admit it was morning. A couple bounced out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.
Dennis was certain he looked no less tousled than any of his girlfriends. He started by giving Tori a light kiss, then turned to brush his lips against Lana’s. Her eyes popped open in a startled expression. But Dennis was already leaning across her to kiss Natalie. He got up and met each girlfriend with a little kiss, several protesting that they needed to brush their teeth first. Getting twelve teen girls through a single bathroom and then into the bedroom to sort out their clothes and dress was a major operation requiring enough time that Dennis had mixed scones and had them baking. He had bacon on the griddle and eggs being scrambled in a cast iron skillet. As they arrived in the kitchen, the girls began getting fruit ready, setting out plates, and filling glasses. By the time Dot managed to get in and out of the bathroom, it was almost time for her to leave for church. Lana went around to all the girlfriends and to Dennis, giving them a quick hug, then she joined Dot walking down to church.
“I wonder what they’d say if we all showed up in church together,” Debbie speculated as she watched them go. “Dennis and his harem. Like Solomon and all his wives and concubines.”
“Did you know there’s all kinds of rules and laws in the Bible about a man and his dick and where he can put it. There’s very little about what women can do. Kind of the opposite of our world today,” Diane said as she ate her toast and eggs.
“That should tell us something about all the religious types passing laws about women’s bodies,” Brenda said. “Pompous asses.”
“We need to get things cleaned up and get menus planned for this week so we can go shopping,” Natalie said.
“Um… Do we like, buy food for the Enders family?” Debbie asked. She wasn’t sure she’d brought money to contribute to that.
“Mom left an envelope with money for groceries and a list of things she needed,” Dennis said.
“It’s just something that we can all do together that gets the neighborhood talking about us,” Roberta laughed. “Nobody has to participate, but it’s kind of fun.”
“We do the same thing at home on Saturday morning,” Judith said. “When we started helping out here because it was needed, our mom thought it was a good idea for us to practice at home, too. If we can’t get to bed with Dennis, what else are we going to do?”
“Besides, one or more of us is often here for meals with our boyfriend and his family. It only makes sense that we help plan the menus, cook, and clean up. Ms. Dottie is really nice about it and is always right in the middle helping, but she’s conceded the meal planning and grocery-buying to us,” Natalie said.
“We’ve been eating better than we ever have before,” Dennis said. “I think I’ve been gaining weight.”
“It’s all muscle from what we can tell. I never thought I’d go for a guy who is so completely ripped,” Tori said. She caught Dennis’s eye and winked. Then both blushed.
“Why is it I think Tori’s been fooling around in the middle of the night?” Amy asked. “Have a little midnight snack, girlfriend?”
“She didn’t do anything any other girlfriend wouldn’t do. Er… almost any other. Nobody has to do things,” Dennis said. That led to a lot of kisses being had around the room with a progression of girls rubbing themselves against Dennis and each other. Eventually, though, they got organized and everyone headed for the grocery store.
“Hello?” Dennis’s voice cracked as he answered the phone. He’d been experiencing that a lot lately and thought maybe he was still getting a lot of dust in his throat.
“Dennis, it’s Coach Byers.”
“Oh, hi, Coach. Is everything okay?”
“I think it’s a good day to be an athlete in Bartley, Iowa,” Coach laughed.
“That’s good. Um…”
“Yes. About why I’m calling you. We are having a coaches’ meeting on Wednesday afternoon this week and I’d like you to attend if you can.”
“I have a job, but um… let me think a second. We’re planning to rake on Monday and Tuesday and let the hay dry on Wednesday. Mr. Brown said I should plan on Wednesday off. So, I guess I could attend. Are all the managers coming to the meeting?”
“No, just you. The district has just hired three new coaches and is looking for another. We’re meeting to decide which sports we want to add to our schedule and in what order. We need to get started right away because the fall sports seasons begin August 8. We’re going to have a lot of prep work to do to get people contacted if we want to field fall teams. We’d like you to participate in the process.”
“Wow. Thanks, Coach. Um… What time is the meeting?” Dennis asked. It still seemed strange to him that he was being invited to a coaches’ meeting to put the next season together.
“We’ll meet at one o’clock in the athletic conference room. Come in by the Department door over by the football field. It’s the only one that will be unlocked,” Coach Byers said.
“Sure, Coach. I’ll see you Wednesday.” Dennis disconnected and looked at his girlfriends.
“What was that about?” Natalie asked.
“Um… Coach Byers wants me to come to a coaches’ meeting Wednesday afternoon. Weird. He says we’ve got three new coaches and will be deciding what sports to add in what order. Fall season practices start August 8. I don’t get why they’d want me there,” Dennis said.
“That’s great! What are the choices for fall sports?” Diane asked.
“Um… Boys would have football, cross country, and golf. Girls would have cross country, volleyball, and swimming. I don’t think we’d do any swimming stuff and I don’t know anyone in the school who golfs. So, it looks like football, cross country, and volleyball.”
“I’d play volleyball,” Daniella and Roberta said in unison and then started laughing.
“I’ll bet Janice will want to be on the cross country team. Me, too, I think. How many people can play what sports?” Tori asked.
“Um… well, it’s not limited with cross country. We could have twenty running and practicing, but only seven run in a meet. The top five are the scorers. But at the next meet, you could swap out other runners from the team. It all depends on how the coach wants to manage it. In volleyball, there are six on the court at any given time and you can take a team as large as fifteen. I suppose you could have more practice or start a JV team if there were enough. Football? I’m not sure. I don’t know if we’d be a school playing regular football or if they’d decide to play eight-man football. I’m not even sure how they decide. I think the maximum on a team is around forty,” Dennis said. He was still puzzling it out in his head.
“I’m going with you,” Brenda said flatly. Everyone looked at her. “I don’t think Dennis should go alone to the school where only coaches are meeting. I think we’ve got good coaches. Coach Byers, Coach Andy, and Coach Graves really worked well together during track and always treated everyone respectfully. But I’m with Dennis on this. Why would they want him—and no other managers—to meet with the coaches? Call me paranoid, but I’m going, too.”
“Besides, it will be good experience for our class on athletic training,” Dennis laughed. “I’m not going to worry about it. I’m just surprised that they are managing to get three new coaches on board already since school got out and that they can get them here by this week. That seems so rushed.”
“Well, there’s only six weeks until the start of the season according to what you said. Or seven,” Leanne said. “Just remember that no matter what else they ask you to do, you have to manage the girls’ basketball team. Okay?”
Dennis nodded. “Okay, girlfriend.”
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