Team Manager 2: SPRINT!
Chapter 38
ALL THE GIRLFRIENDS were at his house when Dennis arrived back with Brenda and Amy. They were all only partly dressed. That meant most were in bras and panties. A couple, like Lana and Debbie, had bikinis on. Then there were Tori, Natalie, and Judith who had only panties on.
“Welcome home!” they all shouted when he walked in. He turned around to see Brenda and Amy stripping as well.
“Wow! What a beautiful… You’re all just so beautiful!” Dennis went around the room hugging each of his girlfriends, then holding her at arms’ length as he just looked at her.
“What do you see different, honey?” Natalie asked after she’d hugged him and was held out to look at.
“I… It’s hard to describe. Before this operation, I could see you clearly out of my left eye but my right eye wasn’t in focus. So now, I guess I have better depth perception. I’m seeing just how curvy you are. Wow!” He finished by moving on to Tori and once again whispering “Wow!” Then he hugged Brenda and Amy—both topless—and thanked them for being with him and taking him to the doctor. He sat on the couch and Rosie started pulling at his shirt to get it off.
“Hey! Not so aggressive, girlfriend,” Brenda said. “Dennis is still supposed to have indoor rest and not get bounced around or bumped. We all have to participate in that.”
“Sorry,” Rosie said. “I just got excited when you hugged me.”
“Same for all of us,” Daniella said. “But I guess it’s visual stimulation only for today.”
“All week,” Dennis sighed. “You all are an inspiration to get bumped around and bounced. I promise it isn’t because I don’t want to play.”
“We should finish getting dinner ready for the family. We’re not going to all bug Dennis tonight,” Natalie said. “Brenda and Dennis need to study.”
“Do you think you could study me tomorrow night?” Tori whispered in his ear as she leaned toward him displaying her breasts.
“That sounds fun. I’m still on limited movement, though. Nothing too out of control.”
“You can set the pace,” she said. “I’d like that.”
The hustle of the girls zipping through the house to make sure it was all clean and getting supper ready flowed around Dennis with occasional touches and kisses. Soon, he found Lana cuddled up next to him in her bikini. She kissed his cheek.
“That was awfully daring of you Saturday night,” Dennis said. “Don’t get caught in the trap of feeling like you need to do everything because other girls are.”
“I know. Thank you,” she whispered. “It was fun and I was really nervous. It isn’t like I want to get naked every time I see you. Or even make out. I definitely don’t want my breasts considered as an open target for questing hands. But I wanted… needed to know that with the right boy, I was safe and loved. I felt that Saturday. Safe and loved. And in spite of having had several dicks shoved in my mouth, I’d never actually seen one. It’s… really nice.”
“I’m glad you like it, but that, too, you don’t have to do anything with me you don’t want to. You don’t even have to do what you do want to.”
“What do you mean?”
“Brenda and I had a long talk last fall,” Dennis started.
“Just talk?” Lana giggled.
“Well, actually, yes. That’s what I’m getting at. Leanne accidentally flashed me in the locker room. It was really accidental and she was embarrassed half to death. Brenda took me out and we parked, but we didn’t do anything but cuddle together and talk. She said that part of life was not always following our baser desires. Like that I might want to touch her and she might even want me to, but we had other things we needed to talk about and we needed to restrain ourselves from what we want sometimes so we could focus on other things. Like growing up,” Dennis explained.
“Yeah. That’s what I mean. Like, I was just taken into a room and used. They sprayed come in my mouth and all over my face and boobs. I felt violated and dirty. But what hurt the most was I felt was cheated. I jumped to that point without having explored a boy, or a relationship, or dating, or falling in love. I wanted to grow up and be like the other girls, but I didn’t want to skip over everything else to get there. And I still want to do stuff with you, but not just run into the bedroom and fuck, even if I want to do that at the moment. I want to sit here beside you, touching you, and knowing that you are my best friend.”
“That’s something I cherish more than anything else in the world.”
Most of the girls left for home—dressed—before Dot and Peg got home. Brenda, Natalie, and Amy joined the family for dinner. Natalie played games with Peg while Amy cleaned up the dinner dishes. Brenda sat with Dennis and their open laptops to work on their next lesson.
“Where are we?”
“We got a little sidetracked last week working on the hip, thigh, groin, and pelvis. This week we need to get through the shoulder complex, elbow, forearm, wrist and hand, and spine.”
They set to work for two hours until Natalie took on the reading duties and Peg went to bed. When Peg was in bed, Natalie read out the questions as she pointed to areas on Amy. The drill worked, but they only barely made it into the bedroom before clothes started falling off.
The three girls made sure Dennis was relaxed and comfortable and then set about teasing and releasing each other’s sexual energy. Dennis got plenty of release as well, culminating in his bare cock sinking into Amy’s butt.
“That looks so nasty and so sexy,” Natalie sighed. “I just know I’ll never have the courage to do it myself.”
“You don’t have to, Nat,” Dennis gasped. “This is…”
“It is so good for me,” Amy panted. “I can feel everything. I’m not sure I ever want this in my pussy. This is what I love. I can feel him… Dennis, I feel you coming!” With that, she joined him, rubbing furiously at her clit. As soon as Amy dismounted, Brenda bathed his cock with a warm washcloth and disinfectant wipes.
“We just need to keep that out of our mouths and pussies after it’s been in there,” she laughed. When she’d bathed Dennis, she took Amy to the bathroom to shower away the remains that were dripping from her ass. When they returned to bed, Dennis was wrapped in Natalie’s arms, sound asleep. Amy cuddled up to the other side and Brenda found a place where she could lie between his legs with her head on his stomach. They all fell asleep.
All the girls made an appearance during the afternoons that week. Dennis and Brenda got a lot of studying done in the mornings, but in the afternoons, it was almost all playtime of one sort or another—including having the girls play pickup basketball in his back yard. Dennis donned sunglasses and his goggles to sit on the back porch and watch the game, usually with a couple of girls sitting out while the others played.
“This is what summer should have been like all summer,” Leanne sighed. “Instead, you’ve been working every day and somehow managed to get all of us roped into volunteering to get the cross country course groomed.”
“It was fun!” he said, taking her hand and kissing the palm. “In spite of the blisters.”
“Yeah, but if we’d been doing stuff like this every day this summer, I’d probably have lost my virginity, you know? We just didn’t have time to work up to that and now it will have to wait until circumstances permit during the school year.”
“Are you so impatient to get it done?” he asked softly.
“Um… No. Not really. I’d like to have you eat me again. I’d like to just have a few long afternoons or summer evenings to sit on the swing and make out. And have you been on a single date all summer long? You’ve got a lot of girlfriends who need your attention. Just hold us sometimes,” she sighed.
“I love you, Leanne. I’d love to just hold you here as we swing.”
On Saturday, everyone went over to the school to walk the course and then play some basketball. Dennis was surprised when three younger girls showed up as well. He recognized two of them: Liz and Daphne. The third was introduced as another freshman, Karen Scott.
“Hey, Team Manager. Will you be giving pointers again when we’re playing?” Daphne asked.
“Hi, Daphne. If I spot something I think will help, I’ll let you know. I’m not going to try to be your coach. Coach Graves will take care of that.”
“Hey, Team Manager,” Roberta imitated the younger player. “Why don’t you show her why we take your advice. Shoot some free throws.” There was a clamoring of agreement among the girls and he was handed a ball.
“I don’t know. I haven’t shot a basketball since I got my eyes fixed. I might not be able to hit it at all now.” Nonetheless, he stepped up to the foul line and dribbled the ball. He stretched forward and set the ball down, then unbuttoned his shirt. “Too tight to shoot in,” he said. He stood at the line in a pair of shorts and no shirt to bounce the ball again. He could hear the girls whispering, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. He launched the ball and got nothing but net.
“Woohoo!” Natalie said as she retrieved the ball and passed it back to him. “Hit it again.” The girls all moved forward and stood along the key to watch as he put it up and in again.
“Two!” they shouted as the ball was passed back to him.
And that began the entertainment. Dennis received the ball and launched it up and into the basket. The girls counted and tossed the ball back.
“Twelve. Thirteen.”
The new girls were already amazed at his shooting skill, but like the girlfriends, they seemed mostly interested in watching Dennis. His chest and abs were performing for the girls as much as his shooting.
“Twenty-three. Twenty-four.” Dennis had begun to sweat in the afternoon sun and his body glistened. He kept launching the ball, completely unaware that the girls were focused on his body and not the hoop.
“Forty!”
“I’m tired. Why aren’t you girls shooting? It’s no fun just to watch me shoot foul shots.”
“Oh, yes, it is,” Amy muttered.
“That’s a new record!” Brenda yelled. “We just wanted to know how many you could shoot in a row. You didn’t have a single miss! Forty in a row.”
“I guess I was kind of in a zone.”
“What was his previous record?” Liz asked.
“He shot nineteen out of twenty the first week of basketball practice last year,” Diane said. “It was a challenge from a bitch who eventually quit the team.”
“We kicked her ass off it,” Judith growled at her sister. “Don’t get confused about this. We have zero tolerance for bullies on this team and won’t hesitate to sacrifice a game or a whole season to stop it. We’ll protect and defend you against the world, but we won’t tolerate bullying.”
“I got the message,” Daphne said, holding up her hands. “Now can you do something about my mother not letting me date Dennis? Damn, what a hunk.”
“You should see those muscles when he’s moving on top of you,” Tori sighed. “God! I can come by just looking at him.”
“Which is a good thing, since most of us can come from looking at you!” Leanne said.
The girls laughed and started a scrimmage. Dennis was engaged on the sideline where Lana wiped him off with a towel and started smearing sunblock on him.
“You’d just stay out in the sun all day with no protection,” she lectured. “Remember rule number two. Not without protection.” They both laughed as she stretched around him from behind to rub the lotion into his pecs and abs. She could see over his shoulder and knew very well how the girls paused to watch her hands on his chest. She shoved his straw hat on his head and they sat together on the sidelines. “Does coach know you can shoot that many in a row?”
“I never tried before, so I guess not. It’s just like… Lana, I could see the basket. Not just a blurry outline that I had to know the location of. I could see it right in front of me. It was like the hoop was a mile wide and all I had to do was keep tossing the ball through it. And you know what else I’ve discovered?” he asked turning to look at her.
“No. What?”
“I’ve discovered how utterly beautiful you are. I’m past having words to describe how incredible my girlfriends look. You glow.”
“That’s dancer talk for sweat like a pig,” Lana laughed. She took his hand. “Thank you.” They sat watching as girls came in and out of the game, almost as frequently as if Ardith had been coaching them. “And you know what else? Your girlfriends have all come to a realization, too. We’ve always thought you were good looking and we know you are smart, kind, loving, giving, courageous, yadda yadda yadda. Today, the rest all realized what I’ve known since the first time I put sunblock on you. You are a totally ripped hunk. Even the new girls noticed. When school starts this year, you are going to have girls and some guys on you like flies.”
“Ah, no. Thank you, but that’s not going to happen. I’m still the little guy. I’m thankful every day that my girlfriends are willing to overlook that little flaw, but nobody else is going to fall for the shrimp.”
“I think you are about to find out some things that will surprise you.”
Monday morning, Dennis was out at the farm in sunglasses and goggles, ready to go to work. Randy drove him out to the field where the wheat had been harvested the week before.
“When we combine the wheat, it piles the straw in windrows as we go. All you need to do is start down the row with the baler. There will be some long days, but I don’t expect to put on a whole crew like I did for the hay. Maybe your girlfriends will want to come and stack straw bales. That would keep them fit. As soon as the straw is baled, I’ll have you start disking and planting red clover. Anything you need before I take off?”
“I think I’ve got this under control. I’ll see you this evening.”
“Good man!” Randy left him at the tractor and turned the ATV back toward home so he could begin de-tasseling the highest corn.
Dennis had come prepared for a day in the sun this time. He wore shorts and a T-shirt and lathered sunblock on his face, neck, legs, and arms. He planted his straw hat on his head and started up the first windrow to bale the straw. The bales weren’t much different than the hay, though the straw was much yellower and drier than the hay. As a result, the bales were also considerably lighter than hay bales at about thirty pounds each. There were slightly fewer per acre as the dry straw was compacted in the baler. The windrows were farther apart than the hay because the combine cut a wider swath than the hay mower.
True to what he expected, by ten o’clock, the temperature was climbing toward ninety and humid. He pulled off his T-shirt and pulled out his sunblock. He reached as much of his back as he could with it, then smeared it on his front and shoulders. He hoped Lana was coming out with lunch. By noon, he’d baled a good thirty-plus acres and felt that was a good accomplishment. When he reached the end of the row, Lana was waiting for him with a picnic lunch set out on the back of the ATV.
“You’re working without a shirt and no sunblock again!” she scolded.
“No. I put sunblock on as much as I could reach. Honest,” he said. “It’s just so darn hot out there. I think I’ve gone through three bottles of water already.”
“Well, good. I’ve got lots more water with me. Here, have one while it’s really cold.” He accepted the bottle from her and took a sandwich. As he munched, he couldn’t help but look at her. She was once again wearing her bikini top and a pair of very short cut-offs. While he ate, she lathered his back. When he stood up, she reached under his arms to rub his front. They both accepted the fact that the act was far more about being in close contact than doing a thorough job of applying the sunscreen. But what he felt on his back had nothing to do with the bikini top she was wearing. Or perhaps wasn’t wearing.
“Um… Lana, it doesn’t feel like you’ve got your top on,” he croaked.
“It’s on,” she said quickly. “It… um… just slipped up a little, so I’m collecting a bit of the lotion from your back. You… Is it… You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, I don’t mind! It’s just that feeling your bare breasts against my skin—even if it’s not with my hands—it kind of affects me.”
“Um… Does that mean it turns you on?”
“Yeah.”
“Me, too. I’m going to put it back in place now. Then, I’ll do your legs.”
“My legs?” he asked, looking down as Lana moved in front of him and knelt to smear his legs. Dennis’s erection was rather prominent. She pushed the leg of his shorts up a bit to spread the lotion around, which did nothing to relax his hardon.
“What are you wearing under your shorts?” she asked, suddenly.
“Just underwear,” he said. “Why?”
“You’re going to have a farmer tan on your legs. Take the shorts off. You need to get some of the sun higher up.”
“Take… Do… What?”
“Just take your shorts off. I’ll finish putting lotion on your legs and you can drive without the shorts.”
“But it’s my underwear!”
“Um… Dennis… I saw you in less a week ago. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Uh… sure. I mean, if you’re sure.” He unfastened his pants and let them fall to his ankles so he could step out of them. He stood in front of her in just his jockeys. With the sturdier constraint of his shorts gone, his cock pushed the white jockeys out even further. A definite wet spot was visible at the tip.
Lana went directly to work, coating his legs up to the tighty whities. She brushed against his balls and he groaned.
“I can trust you, can’t I, Dennis?” she asked in a small voice.
“Yeah, of course you can. I’m sorry about the reaction. I can’t help it.”
“I sort of got in a little deeper than I intended to, but I can’t leave you like that and expect you to work in the field in that condition.” She slipped behind him again and he felt her shift her top so her bare breasts pressed against his back again. Then she reached around him, slipped her hand in his drawers, and stroked his cock.
“Oh, Lana!” he moaned. He began to spurt over the top of his undershorts, spraying onto the ground as she milked his cock empty. “Oh, god.”
“Just give me another minute,” she panted, not letting go of his cock. He felt her other hand moving in her shorts, rapidly stroking herself. “Ah! Ahhhahah!” she shuddered, slamming her mouth against his back. “Oh, wow! Oh, man.” She stepped around him, letting most of his cock return to the underwear with just the tip poking out. She hugged herself to him, breasts against his chest this time, and kissed him, letting the kiss explore more deeply than she ever had before. Then she jumped away from him and began pulling her top back into place. “You should get back to work now, boyfriend. I’ll take care of cleaning up here.”
Dennis leaned forward and kissed her lightly again. “Thank you. I am so honored by your trust and your actions. I love you, Lana.”
“I love you, too. Now go before I do something even stupider.”
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