Team Manager COACH!
Chapter 1
WAKING UP to make love to a girlfriend or two was almost commonplace for Dennis now. But waking up to make love to Amy Unger was still a brand new experience. He was sure she must be getting sore by now; they’d made love so many times in the past two nights. He cradled her in his arms and kissed her over and over again.
“I have to get going,” he said at last. “I should be able to get Mr. Abernathy’s field mowed by noon or one o’clock. Then I need to mow the cross country course. And you’ve got volleyball practice before dinner today. Three-thirty? If we do this any more, you won’t be able to move for practice.”
“Oh, Dennis, you make me feel so good. I want to do this all the time,” Amy said. “Of course, I heard the same thing from Natalie and Brenda and Judith and Tori. Don’t worry, though. We’ll share and try not to use you all up.” They giggled and Dennis swatted her bottom lightly as she ran across the hall to get a shower. He dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Before long, Amy, Dot, and Peg were all sitting to eat and leave for work. “I promised Gransy I’d help do a complete deep cleaning of the house this week so it’s all fresh before school starts. Mom and Dad are coming to dinner on Sunday and Gransy doesn’t want to give them any excuse to change our arrangement.”
“Well, dear, come by whenever you can. You know our house is always open to you,” Dot said.
“Sister!” Peg shouted. Everyone headed off, Dennis walking across town to Mr. Abernathy’s farm.
Mr. Abernathy’s equipment mostly looked familiar from his work with Randy Brown, but there were a few different pieces. He’d deal with them later. The mower was identical to the one he’d used and he quickly had it hooked up to the tractor. He rechecked all the connections and started the tractor.
Mr. Abernathy was standing in the door of the equipment barn and motioned him down, so Dennis shut things off and joined the old farmer.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Dennis, but I talked to Randy after church yesterday and we agreed that it doesn’t hurt to have a second check on equipment. I see you got it hooked up properly. You know how to raise and lower the blades?” he asked as he checked things over.
“Yes, sir. I think I’ve got it set at the same height for hay as we used on Mr. Brown’s field. I’d like to set it two notches lower when I mow the cross country course,” he said.
“You can do that. Everything here looks fine. I want you to be sure to tell me if there is any of the equipment you don’t quite get. Some of it is a little different.”
“I’ve not worked with a baler that’s rigged like yours. Is this a conveyor belt?” Dennis asked.
“Yes. Farm help is rare these days. Used to be able to hire half a dozen boys to walk along behind the baler and load the wagon. This arrangement lets two people bale and load at the same time. Instead of dropping the bales on the ground, you tow the wagon along behind and the conveyor drops the bales on the wagon. That way, one person can drive the tractor and the other can stack the bales as they arrive on the wagon.”
“I’m pretty sure I can get a helper when I’m ready to bale,” Dennis said. “I’ll ask you to check out the connections before we start.”
“Good lad. I’ll let you get to it now.” Mr. Abernathy retreated and Dennis again mounted the tractor and started it up. He drove into the field and set the mower, then began the slow process of cutting the thick hay. Mr. Abernathy had not taken an early cutting, so it was thicker and more tangled than what he’d cut at the Browns’ farm. About once every fifteen minutes, he had to shut down and clear the buildup from the mower blades. The job was going to take longer than he initially estimated.
He was only about two-thirds done with the field by noon and when he approached the turn at the far end, he saw a lovely apparition waving to him. He shut down and walked over to where Natalie was waiting with a picnic spread out on the mown hay.
“Putting a blanket over this cut grass is almost like making a bed!” she exclaimed. “Want to come to bed with me?”
“Oh, yes, lover. I’m afraid we’re in for a quickie, though. This is taking much longer than I planned. With luck, I’ll be done about the time you start volleyball practice this afternoon. Then I still need to mow the cross country course. That should go a little faster, though.” He sat down on the blanket with Natalie and she gave him a sandwich and a bottle of water.
“Lana told me that before you go back to work, I have to coat all your exposed skin with sunblock,” Natalie giggled. “So, if you expose it, I’m going to stroke it.”
“Um… Don’t think that’s what Lana and I did,” Dennis stumbled. “I mean, my chest and legs, sure. But nothing else was exposed.” As he finished, Natalie pulled her T-shirt off and bared her breasts.
“Nothing else exposed?” she teased.
“Um… Well… I mean, Lana likes to wear her bikini top and that exposes quite a lot.”
“Built like she is, it really exposes a lot.” Natalie kissed Dennis and he held her as he caressed her breasts. He was shortly out of his shirt and shorts. Natalie shimmied out of her shorts and panties as Dennis put a condom on. She pushed him back and straddled him in one of their favorite positions. “There. Now that is no longer exposed. But I still need to work on the rest of you.” She squirted sunblock into her hands and started massaging Dennis’s chest and arms as she rocked back and forth on his cock.
“I love you, Natalie.”
“Did you love making love to Amy?” she asked. “Don’t bother answering. Of course you did. I love making love to Amy. Why wouldn’t you? I just wanted to be there, too. I’m not jealous, but I was a little envious of the time she got to spend with you. Do you really love me, too?”
“Natalie, the sun rises and sets in your eyes. I would give up all the other girls to be with you.”
“Shh! Don’t say that. You’d hurt them terribly. We might quibble a little about who has the next turn being with you, but we aren’t going to fight over you and we aren’t going to try to get you exclusively. You love them all, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, I do. But you know you are my Number One.”
“It’s a position I cherish. But it comes with great responsibility, too. I need to be sure each girlfriend is cared for and loved at the level she wants and needs. When you aren’t available to do the loving, then the other girls have to take over. We never let a girl go unloved who wants to be with someone.”
“You are all remarkable women,” he said. “Oh, Natalie. That is so… I’m not going to last… I love you so much!” She’d been rhythmically squeezing him as they talked and he finally reached the point of no return, spewing into the condom. Nat rolled off and disposed of the condom. She pushed him over and rubbed sunblock into his shoulders and back, then into his butt and legs.
“Now get dressed and get back to work,” Natalie said, slapping his bottom lightly.
“But you didn’t… I should…”
“Hush. It’s never something you do because you should. This time happened to be a time that I just wanted to love you and let you know how much we love you. You have to go to work now. I have a date with Tori,” she giggled. Dennis pulled his clothes together, amazed at how much he loved his women. He kissed Nat one more time and headed to the tractor as she pulled her shorts and T-shirt on. Dennis didn’t bother with his shirt for the afternoon.
He was done with the mowing before he knew it and had an hour before he could join his volleyball girlfriends for the walk home, dinner, and the return to the course for warmups. He stretched his legs and back muscles and looked at the track, wondering how it really was to run on. The packed sawdust had looked good when he drove the tractor over it to get to the second stretch of grass. But he felt good and thought a run before the end of volleyball practice might be just right for him.
He took his place at the starting line, gave himself a one-two-three-go, and took off running.
The first section of the course was down the track where the football players were about finished with their practice. This section opened onto the parking lot and out to the county road for a hundred meters before he cut back up along the access lane next to Abernathy’s hay field. They’d rolled the ground after seeding and the track felt good and comfortable. At the end of the hay field, he cut left around the big meadow before he hit the wooded section next to the river. It felt good to run on the packed woodchips. He was feeling good, so he stretched out and ran harder toward the road, around the cemetery, across the big meadow behind the school, and he ran hard onto the track around the football field to the finish line. He raised his arms in the air in exuberance, simply because it felt so good to really stretch himself and run. He walked around the track and did some stretching before meeting his girlfriends coming out of the gym after volleyball.
“It will be brutal,” Roberta said. “It’s run run run like basketball, except you can only run ten to fifteen feet. I think I’d rather run the full length of the court.”
“I feel like I wouldn’t be there at all if I wasn’t so tall,” Rosie said. “I didn’t get one serve over the net.”
“She had you playing already?” Dennis asked.
“There were twenty-five there for tryouts. She’s trying to figure out if she has enough depth to field both varsity and junior varsity teams,” Natalie said.
“I’m thinking I’ll come to cross country tryouts, too,” Leanne said. “I might decide to run my ass off rather than jump it off.”
Each girl got a kiss from all the others and from Dennis as they turned into their own homes. Dennis’s was the last house on the route. He went in to be met by a happy Peg and a tired mother. When Dennis was showered and dressed in workout clothes again, he headed back across town to school with a promise that he’d be home in time to read to Peg. Leanne joined him.
The coaches were happy to see an even mix of ten girls and ten boys trying for the cross country team. If they had just a couple more runners, they could participate in both the varsity and JV events. Ardith and Andy got everyone lined up on the track where they’d often warmed up in the spring. Dennis didn’t know everyone who was there, but he was happy to see redheaded freshman Liz Larson among the girls, even though her friends Daphne and Karen were trying for the volleyball team.
“Welcome to the first season of the Bartley High School Cross Country Team,” Coach Andy said. “We’ll be doing most of our work for the next couple of days here on the track and on the football field. That’s to give us a little variety in surfaces. Unlike track and field, cross country is not all on smooth pavement or special composite surfaces. I think you’ll all like the new course that’s been marked out and I understand that tomorrow the lawn tractors will be out to mow the grass to regulation length for our first run on the course. Today, after you’ve gotten warmed up and had a good workout, we’ll be looking at your gait and running style. We won’t be working on seeing who is fastest for a few days. Coach Graves?”
“Thanks, Andy. Cross country is considered a co-ed sport and is sanctioned by both the Iowa High School Athletic Association&mdasy;IaHSAA—and by the Iowa Girls High School Athletic Union—IGHSAU. That means we can train together and even have friendly competitions with each other. It doesn’t mean you’ll be racing boys against girls. We go to the same meets but boys race boys and girls race girls. All the races this year are five kilometers. That’s 3.2 miles. Times for girls’ elite can get down to about eighteen minutes and the state meet last year saw times up to about twenty-six minutes. There’s quite a lot of range in the sport, so never feel like it’s beyond you. The same is true for the boys with the range being from about fifteen and a half minutes to about twenty-one minutes. This year we are classed as a 2A school and our meet schedule has been set according to that classification. What I’m saying is that it’s fine to compete with each other in practice, but don’t think that just because you can’t beat the fastest boy on our team, girls, that you can’t win a girls’ race.”
“Okay. Most of you who participated in basketball and track have an idea of what comes next,” Andy said. “Line up for conditioning and warmups. Dennis, the team is yours.” There were a few groans from athletes who knew from experience that the warmups and conditioning exercises would tax them to the max when Dennis led them. He got right into the workout. In thirty minutes, everyone was sweating and panting, gasping for breath. One had even leaned over a trash barrel to heave. The coaches made sure everyone had water and kept moving.
“Why do you have us doing so much upper body work?” one of the guys complained. “We’re supposed to be running.”
“The most common cause of injury in most sports is uneven development of the body. You overwork your legs because you are running, but your arms aren’t strong enough to keep up,” Dennis said.
“Is that really common?” Janice asked. She was probably the best long-distance runner in the school and during the summer had participated in two marathons.
“Here’s a frightening statistic,” Dennis answered. “One out of three high school runners in the state—that’s here in Iowa—suffered an injury last year. Some of them were minor, like a charley horse. They ranged upward through shin splints, pulled hamstring, wrenched back, and twisted ankle. I think last year a runner stumbled and fell, breaking his arm. What’s worse is that the majority of those who are injured are injured more than once so that there were two injuries for every three runners last year. Yes, this is a real risk, and as your trainer, I’m going to be looking especially closely at your form and strength to determine where you might be vulnerable to injury. Expect that many of you will get your ankles taped before meets and even before practice. Guys, you might want to take a look at your legs and imagine tape around your ankles up about six inches from the floor. You might think only girls shave their legs, but it’s not a bad idea.”
“Geez! Are you going to work the football team this hard, Coach?” Dave Overman asked. Dennis was a little surprised by Dave addressing him as ‘Coach.’ He laughed.
“Let me tell you, Dave. Football is for those guys who can’t keep up with cross country.” There were a lot of whistles.
“Does that go for volleyball, too?” Liz asked.
“Oh, I’ve got a lot of girlfriends who play volleyball. I’d never say that about them.”
“Break’s over,” Ardith said. “We’re going to do some fifty-meter running next. We don’t expect you to be sprinting flat out. We’ll be videotaping each runner from the front so we can observe your foot, leg, arm, and hand positions. This will help us design a running program that will be most effective for each of you. Coach Andy will be at the start line and will watch you run from behind. I’ll be watching and making notes from in front. Dennis will be video recording. Dennis, I’ll run the camera for the first one. Show them what we’re looking for by running the first fifty.”
Dennis ran, though he couldn’t figure out why the team needed a demo for such a simple exercise. Nonetheless, he gave it his best shot as Ardith taped him and Andy watched from behind. Then they started calling the runners forward one at a time to run the fifty and then continue around the track to the starting line again. There were enough other exercises that everyone went home with instructions to take a nice warm bath.
Judith got her warm bath with Dennis after he’d read to Peg and gotten her off to bed. Diane and Leanne were a little envious that she was spending the night with him, but both got a thorough kissing before they went home.
“Will cross country help my sprinting in the spring?” Judith asked as she settled back in Dennis’s arms in the tub. He gently washed and massaged her shoulders.
“The biggest problem most runners have isn’t how fast they can move their legs, but how well they can stay oxygenated. Building lung capacity will help with both basketball and sprinting,” he said as he washed her generous boobs. “You’ve really grown this summer,” he whispered as he changed from washing to caressing and lightly playing with her nipples.
“Yes,” she squeaked. “I’m a full C-cup now. Not quite as big as Diane’s, but I’m not as round as she is.”
“Diane isn’t overweight,” Dennis said, quickly defending his girlfriend.
“No, but she’s bigger around. It’s just the way she’s built—structurally. She has a big chest, even without her boobs.”
“I really don’t want to think of her without her boobs,” Dennis chuckled.
“Oh, you. Sometimes you are such a boy.” Judith reached behind her and stroked the erect cock trapped between their wet bodies. Dennis immediately jumped to his conversation with Amy about how many girls had turned away from boys because they were becoming gross and too sexual.
“Am I doing too much when I appreciate your bodies?” he asked worriedly. “I don’t want you to think that all I think about is your boobs. I mean, I do think about them and I like them, but that isn’t the only thing I’m interested in.”
“Shh. Don’t worry about that. I love to have you caressing my breasts and making me feel so good. We’d tell you if you were becoming one of ‘those boys.’ You always let us know that you appreciate us for more than our bodies. And we’re the ones who started flaunting them at you. Can we go to bed and make love now?”
That was an easy request for Dennis to accommodate. They dried themselves and went next door to his bedroom. Dennis laid Judith back against the pillows and went directly to work on her fresh, clean pudenda. She hadn’t had time to use any flavored lube. What he tasted was sweet and pure Judith. She totally relaxed into his loving and took a leisurely journey up the mountain to her peak, then she encouraged him to wrap his cock in a sheath and enter her. The stimulation of his cock pumping in and out of her brought her to another orgasm before Dennis filled the condom. They went to sleep breathing each other’s air as they kissed.
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