Team Manager 2: SPRINT!
Chapter 32
DENNIS ATE a good meal, prepared by Judith, before he was ready to go out to the farm. When the girlfriends had finally made their way home Sunday, Judith and Diane stayed to help Dennis package the groceries up for ready meals. They stayed for popcorn and a movie with Peg and Dot. But when they got ready to leave, only Diane went to the car. Judith took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
He had to admit that even with the unbelievable blowjob Tori had given him the previous night, having all his girlfriends around him in the morning in their big T-shirts and panties had him hard all afternoon. Judith promised to fix that before they went to sleep. She showed remarkable fortitude in fixing it three times, getting a fix herself. And since Dennis didn’t need to go to work until late in the morning, they fixed each other a couple more times before they got out of bed.
“I know Tori is so hot you could light a match on her,” Judith said. “And I saw you holding hands with Lana, too. She is such a cutie! But you should know that Debbie is… well, I think she just needs us. All of us. It’s like she dropped her disguise this spring and now she feels really vulnerable and needy. She wants what we have. She showed both Diane and me last night.”
“You made love?” Dennis asked.
“Let our fingers do the walking. But she sure learned about kissing fast.”
“Mmm. I’m just glad you were with me last night and this morning. I hope I made it worth your while.”
“Oh, Dennis. I get an itch way up inside and you really scratch it well. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to take all of you when we first started messing around. But now I crave all of you deep in me,” she said. She kissed him again and the two did their dishes and tidied up. A knock on the door signaled Diane’s arrival to pick up Judith and to deliver Dennis out to the farm.
The temperature was already over eighty when Diane let him off. She waved at Lana and left.
“Dad radioed in a few minutes ago that he was ready to come and show you the hay rake, so Mom took off in the ATV to pick him up,” Lana said. “I know you’re just going to pull your shirt off in an hour anyway, so take it off and let me put the sunblock on you.” Dennis pulled the T-shirt off as Lana led him to the barn. Once they were there, she dropped her own shirt and was once again in her bikini top. “We um… might as well get me coated, too,” she said.
She began applying the sunblock to his back and arms, then reached through beneath his arms to hug herself to him while she rubbed his chest. After a delightful couple of minutes, she moved around in front of him to make sure she hadn’t missed any spots and did his face and ears. Then she handed him the bottle of sunblock and turned her back to him, pulling her hair away from her neck. Dennis set about applying the lotion to her neck and shoulders, then down her back to her waist and down her arms. When she lifted her arms and waited, he got the hint and rubbed down her sides, just barely across the bulge of her breasts at the side. She stayed stock still, panting slightly, so he reached around her in a hug like she’d hugged him and rubbed the lotion all over her stomach, slowly working up to just below her breasts. That was when she jumped away and turned toward him. Her chest almost looked sunburned, as red as it was.
“Next time,” she panted. She rushed to give him the slightest kiss on his lips and pushed him toward the door where he could hear the ATV coming into the yard. He pulled his straps up and met Randy to go to the hay field. It was a quick and efficient explanation of how the rake worked and Dennis was soon driving the tractor down the windrows as Randy headed back to the cornfields. Dennis was thankful for the bottles of water he’d packed. He felt his phone buzz and pulled up to a stop to check his message.
*Dad says he’s running late. U good for another hour?*
*No problem.*
*Eat dinner here. Ur mom knows.*
*Okay. CU later.*
The brief text conversation made Dennis smile. It was easy to imagine himself out working the fields and having his wife call to tell him dinner was ready. He sort of understood why his dad loved farming so much. Dennis didn’t think he was cut out for a life of farming, but he could see working during the summer. And Lana… No. He wasn’t going to fantasize about her as a farm wife with a couple of kids and pregnant with… Damn it!
Elsa’s roast beef and baked potatoes were fantastic. The conversation was lively. Dennis estimated he had nearly two-thirds of the hay raked, which pleased Randy.
“It won’t be as late tomorrow. I had a little problem with the tractor stalling on me in the cornfield. Vapor lock isn’t that uncommon when the temperature rises rapidly as it did today. Any problem with your mask or goggles? You’re breathing okay?”
“Just fine, sir. I need to stop and clean the goggles occasionally, but it hasn’t been bad. I need to use eyedrops, too, so I just clean the goggles when I stop to flush my eyes,” Dennis said.
“Have some more salad,” Elsa said. “This is all out of the garden, picked today. After they got home from little league practice, Nils and Sofia went straight to work and weeded three full rows. And only pulled a couple of radishes.”
The kids grinned.
“We put them in our pockets and ate them later,” Nils confessed. “Yum!”
After dinner, Randy took Dennis home and waved as he shouted, “See you tomorrow.”
Somehow, Dennis forgot about getting a ride to the farm Tuesday morning. And none of his girlfriends with cars were available. A little after ten, he began to panic. He didn’t want to call his mother and interrupt her at work, so he did the only logical thing he could think of: He put on his running shoes, threw his boots over his shoulder and took off. It was only just over two miles out to the Browns’ farm and it took Dennis less than fifteen minutes. When he got there, though, the temperature was already approaching eighty and he was sweating.
“Oh, God! Look at you!” Lana said. “You’re a hot mess. Get your shirt off!” She led him over to the tractor washing station as he pulled the soggy T-shirt away from his body. Once on the pad, she had him bend over and stretch out his arms. Then she sprayed him down with the hose, trying not to get his overalls wet. The water was cold.
“Ack! Jesus! You about gave me a heart attack!” he yelled jumping back. He looked up to see Lana had pulled off both her shirt and her jeans, to stand in just her bikini. She’d gotten plenty wet, herself. She turned off the water.
“Come on. I’ve got a towel for you in the barn.” He tried to take the towel to dry himself, but Lana kept hold of it and began scrubbing his hair. When he was cooled off and reasonably dry, she started with the sunblock. Having been heated up and then quickly cooled down, Dennis’s skin seemed hypersensitive to her touch. He just basked in her attention as his skin tingled beneath her fingers. When she pressed herself against his back and began rubbing the sunblock over his chest, she seemed to take her time and rubbed his chest and abs thoroughly, right into his belt line. Dennis was afraid that if she went any further, she’d encounter his growing erection. She slid around him and handed him the sunblock as she hugged herself to him from the front. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, so Dennis began rubbing the sunblock into her shoulders and back as he reached around her. They had a lot of skin touching as he dipped all the way down to her bikini line and brought his hands back up under her arms.
Lana gripped him harder and then turned in his embrace to press her back against him. She panted as he oiled his hands and let them run down her lower chest to her bikini line, just barely above her slit. He didn’t attempt to dip inside, but carefully followed the waistline as he moved his hands up under her arms and then slowly across the front of her shoulders and started down over the rising top of her breasts.
Pressed as tightly against him as she was, there was no way she could miss the erection pressed against her butt. She let him make only one pass across the tops of her breasts and suddenly jumped away. She turned and looked down at the tentpole in his overalls, panting and gasping for air. Tears sparkled in her eyes.
“I… I’m s-sorry,” she rasped. “I… guess I’m not as ready for that as I thought I was. I’m sorry I made you… that I teased you.” She grabbed her jeans and work shirt to pull on over her bikini and Dennis took that as his cue to pull his own sticky damp T-shirt back on and button his bibs. “I didn’t mean to lead you on,” she continued. “I really thought… I just panicked and… I can’t.”
“Lana, sweetheart,” he said gently. “It’s okay. I’m not mad and I understand. Remember rule one? ‘I’m not ready’ also means no. No one is going to pressure you to suddenly want to be touched or engage in anything sexy. That was all really nice, but I consider it a gift from you to me, not something I expect or demand. Please don’t run away from us.”
“I couldn’t run away from you if I tried. My feet are always pointed in your direction. Maybe things will change later, but I still had flashes of those guys pawing me. You were nothing like them. You were soft and gentle, but I just wasn’t ready yet. Someday. I know now that someday I will be ready,” she whispered. She led him out to the ATV and drove him to the hay field where his tractor was waiting. Before he got out of the four-wheeler, she put a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “See you tonight,” she said.
He got the tractor started and watched the ATV until it was out of sight. Then he put the tractor in gear and began raking the next long windrow.
“I’m sorry you had to take the day off today just to get me to that meeting,” Dennis whispered to Brenda as they lay in bed Wednesday morning.
“Sorry enough to make sure I walk into it bowlegged?” she asked, kissing him.
“Um…”
“Eat me, Dennis.”
That instruction was clear enough that he knew immediately what to do and began kissing his way down Brenda’s body, over her big boobs, into her navel, and landing at her smoothly shaved pussy. There, Dennis settled in for a marathon session of pussy licking. Having a day off with just the two of them in bed all morning was a pleasure he was glad he wasn’t missing. After they’d gotten up to make breakfast for Dot and Peg, they went straight back to bed and pressed their naked bodies against each other. If there was anything Dennis could do to make taking the day off worthwhile for Brenda, he was going to do it. After she’d cried ‘uncle!’ to the tongue-bath he gave her clit, she pulled him up and put a condom on him so they could continue just fucking until both had arrived at their peaks.
Brenda stripped the condom from his wilting cock and applied her mouth to arrest its decline. As soon as he was fully erect again, she rocked onto her back pulling her legs up to her boobs.
“You know where to put it next,” she husked. As soon as he knew she was adequately lubed, he pressed the head of his cock against her anus and gradually pushed his way past the rubbery ring and into her bottom. With Brenda, he knew not to drive deeper. He sawed in and out just an inch as he bent to suck on her hard nipples. It took a while as they continued to whisper endearments and capture little kisses between gasping breaths. But there was an inevitable rise to completion sooner than either wanted it to happen. Brenda stiffened with her anus fluttering open and closed around his cock. Dennis struggled not to plunge more deeply into her as he emptied his balls in her rectum.
“That should leave me adequately bowlegged when we meet the coaches,” she giggled, losing some of the seed that had been pumped into her. They rushed to the bathroom and into the shower.
“It’s early yet,” he said as he thoroughly washed her. “We could get another unit of our class done.”
“Good idea. What are we studying today?”
“Besides your wonderful anatomy?” he laughed. “Um… We did Protective Equipment last week. This week we’re on Emergency Situations and Injury Assessment.”
“That should be interesting,” she said as they emerged from the shower and dried each other off. “I wonder if it includes how to tell if your client has just been butt-fucked and can’t move.”
“I’m getting pretty good at assessing that one.”
They spent the rest of the morning studying.
“Coach? This is where the meeting is, right?”
“Yes,” Coach Byers looked up at him. “It’s that time, isn’t it?” He crammed the last of a sandwich in his mouth and stood up from his desk. He nodded to Brenda and swallowed a gulp of coffee so he could say hello. “What brings you here today, Brenda?”
“Learning experience. Dennis and I are taking a course called Introduction to Athletic Training. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to learn a thing or two from the coaches,” she said, smiling her most winning smile.
“And nothing at all to do with never leaving Dennis alone in an unfamiliar situation,” Byers laughed. “Don’t worry. Ardith warned me that he wouldn’t be alone. She just told me I didn’t need to worry about who was accompanying him.”
They went into the conference room/health classroom and saw Ardith, Coach Andy, and another woman and man they didn’t recognize.
“Relax,” Byers said. “Looks like we’re still missing a couple of people.” He went over to greet the other coaches and Ardith broke away to join Brenda and Dennis.
“It’s going to be different this year,” Ardith said. “Very different.”
“Who are the new guys?” Brenda asked.
“Neil Griffith is the guy. His focus is basketball, but I’m not sure yet where that fits. Janet Mills is the woman. She’s our new Health and Family and Consumer Sciences teacher. She’s taking Miss Niedermeyer’s place now that she’s retired.”
“Why is she in the coaches’ meeting?” Dennis asked.
“She is coaching the next generation of cheerleaders,” Ardith laughed. “And possibly softball next summer.”
Coach Wilson came into the room with two more women and a man.
“Look who I found wandering around outside looking for the door,” Frank said.
“Let’s make all the introductions, then,” Byers said. “Gather round and have a seat.” They all moved up to the table and Byers started the introductions. “We’ve never had such a completely new staff before. This will be an organization and familiarization meeting. We have a huge amount of work to accomplish over the next couple of months in order to get the new Bartley sports program in swing. So all of you know, I’m Jim Byers, the athletic director. I’ve been the head basketball coach for the past eight years and I’m happy to leave that position and turn it over to Neil Griffith. Introduce yourself, Neil.”
“Thanks, Coach. I’m teaching Geometry, Intro to Calculus, and another class yet to be announced. To me. I’ve been teaching and coaching JV basketball teams up in Minnesota until I saw this opportunity. Glad to be here as varsity basketball coach.” They moved on around the table.
“I’m Andy Anderson. I’ve been here just a year and am starting to get the JV basketball team in shape. Looking forward to learning some new tricks from Coach Griffith this year, as I did from Coach Graves and Coach Byers last year.”
“Hi. I’m Janet Mills. I’ve been looking for a position where I could be involved in the athletic department for a couple of years. I was at Temple Girls Academy the past couple of years teaching Family and Consumer Sciences and Health, but I wasn’t involved in their athletic program. I’ll continue in that teaching capacity this year, but I’ll be picking up the pieces of the Bartley cheerleading program and trying to build it into something respectable. Also, if we have enough interest, I’ll coach the softball team next summer.”
“I’m Pat Fisher. I’ll be teaching history and assisting with track. I’m hoping we can get the volleyball team started up soon, so I’ll coach that.”
“Renée Lambert here. I’ll be teaching junior high girls’ PE and sex ed. As far as coaching goes, I’m told I’ll be Pat’s assistant coach for volleyball and possibly be working with Ardith on basketball. I’m just happy to be joining a startup, as it were.”
“I’m Frank Wilson. I’ve been here at Bartley Jr. High for four years. In addition to coaching Jr. High sports, I am the jumping coach for the track team.”
“I’m Grant Torvalds. I’m teaching Social Studies and Government. I’m qualified for coaching football, basketball, track, and baseball, so I guess we’ll see where the need is. I’m ready for football this fall.”
“I’m Ardith Graves. I teach PE and Latin. I coach girls’ basketball and track.”
“Ardith coached the 3A Girls’ Basketball State Champions this year,” Coach Byers said. “Her first year out.” The other coaches applauded and Coach Byers turned to Brenda. She was surprised at being recognized in the meeting.
“I’m Brenda Grant. I just graduated from Bartley, but now I’m a student at DMACC in the Physical Fitness and Kinesiology program. I’m just here hoping to learn something about coaching,” she said. She did a little shrug and turned to Dennis.
“Um… Hi. I’m Dennis Enders. I’ll be a junior this year. I guess—I mean I hope—I’m still the team manager for the girls’ basketball team,” Dennis said.
“And that brings me to my first order of business,” Byers said. “I haven’t talked to you yet, Dennis, and I’m sorry to spring this on you. Dennis showed us something else important this spring. He became our conditioning trainer, in addition to being an exemplary team manager. I’m asking you to continue in the role of conditioning trainer, across all the sports. And, that doesn’t mean you are excused from team management. In addition to managing the girls’ basketball team—and I think we’d have a whole-school rebellion on our hands if you didn’t continue that—I’d like you to take on the role of departmental team manager to mentor the other team managers that are selected this year and spread your professionalism across all the sports.”
Dennis just gaped at the coach. He was still a student. A junior. A four-eyed geek dweeb.
“We’ll talk about it later, Dennis, but I wanted you here for the rest of this meeting,” Byers said. “Now that the surprises are out of the way, we need to determine which sports we can effectively add to our schedule and staff appropriately. Let’s start with the full list and start planning what to focus our talents on.”
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