Team Manager COACH!
Chapter 15
“MOM? NATALIE AND I want to spend the night with Dennis. I um… have my church clothes with me,” Lana said to Elsa as the gathering was breaking up.
“So, you came prepared? Not exactly a spur or the moment decision, was it?”
“No, ma’am. Nat and I talked while we were cooking.”
“Lana, älskling, are you going to become sexually active with Dennis?” Elsa asked using a Swedish endearment for her child.
“Yes, Mor. Not tonight, though. Maybe not this year. But I saw it today when I took him his lunch. I saw that he was my man. One day, we’ll become sexually active. When we’re ready,” Lana said.
“Oh, my precious daughter. How could I prevent you from being with the one you love? I’ll explain to your father that you are staying with Natalie. She will be with you, yes?”
“Yes. If anything… um… comes up that I can’t handle, she’ll take care of it.”
Mother and daughter looked at each other for a moment and then both snorted as they broke out in giggles.
“If I knew then what I know now, I would never have gone back to Sweden after high school and made your father come to get me. But I was blessed for my patience with you. Be sure to call me if you need anything or just want to talk.”
“I will, Mom. Thanks. You’re the best.”
“Have you ever?” Natalie whispered as she and Lana lay in bed next to Dennis. The three teens were naked and Natalie was stroking his cock. “I mean ever touched it?”
“Um… Well, we have hugged and kissed in the shower,” Lana said.
“I mean with your hand. It’s so soft and silky, yet it’s rigid.”
“Once,” Lana began, glancing at Dennis. He smiled at her. “Once when I took lunch to him in the field, I put sunscreen on him and he got hard like this.”
“He got hard just from having you put sunscreen on?” Natalie asked.
“I was kind of behind him and he felt so good I let my top slip up so I guess I was applying sunscreen with my breasts.”
“I can just imagine it. That would make me hard, too,” Natalie laughed. Dennis started to say something but Natalie put a finger to her lips. “What happened?”
“I knew he was hard and I’d caused it. I couldn’t really let him get back on the tractor in that condition, so I just slipped my hand in and stroked him a few times. That was all it took. He really shot a long way. Like five or six feet.”
“Wow! Can you just imagine what that feels like when it goes off inside you?”
“Have you…?”
“Yeah. There have been a couple of times when we forgot the condom. It’s really intense. Do you want to touch it now?” Nat asked.
“Dennis? May I?” Lana asked.
“You know I’d love that, Lana, but don’t let Nat seduce you into doing something you really don’t want to do yet. Okay?”
“I kind of came over thinking maybe I’d be able to,” Lana said. She reached her hand out to join Nat’s stroking the hard flesh. There was a new flood of lubricant that escaped from his cock and she collected it in her hand and spread it down his cock. Dennis whimpered a little.
Lana kept stroking, but lifted herself high enough that she could kiss Dennis. He automatically began petting her breasts and lightly thumbing her nipples. Lana whimpered in response. She felt Natalie’s hand leave hers alone on the cock, but when she stroked up its length, she encountered her girlfriend’s lips wrapped around the head. Dennis stroked his hand down her back and buttocks, then slipped around to the front as their tongues played together. Lana was breathing in short gasps as she stroked from the base of his cock to Natalie’s lips and back. Dennis played with her outer labia and she spread her legs, inviting him to explore more intimately.
“I’m… I’m gonna come,” she gasped. At that moment, she felt Dennis pulse in her hand, the semen being captured in Natalie’s mouth. Dennis’s fingers circled her slippery clit and Lana joined in the orgasm—so intense, she passed out.
“Please don’t ever ask me to do that,” Lana whispered. Dennis and Natalie both turned their heads to her.
“That?” Natalie asked.
“Um… You know. Take his cock in my mouth. Just seeing you do it almost made me throw up. I just don’t want my face anywhere near it,” she answered.
“Honey, you don’t have to do any of this sex stuff if it’s not right for you. Don’t imagine you have to do that to please me,” Dennis said.
“Oh, I liked holding you and feeling you come. I just couldn’t watch. Kissing was wonderful and being touched was really intense. I’m the only one who’s touched me there before. I like your hands and I love you both,” Lana said. “I don’t know when, but I’m pretty sure that someday we’ll become lovers and have regular sex—like Natalie wants to do right now.” Lana giggled and Nat bit her lip. “I just don’t think I can ever do blow jobs. And, I’m not really ready for even this amount of sex. I just can’t help myself.”
There was no time for playing when the three woke up Sunday morning. The exhausting day and exciting night before left them sleeping in until Dot knocked on Dennis’s door to wake them up. They scrambled to get themselves showered and put together in time to make it to church. Peg was quite put out that they were almost late and she needed to sing to Jesus at church.
Most of the girls made it to their two pews before the service started. Tori, Debbie, Diane, and Judith all went to the Center United Methodist Church in White Center. Their parents were insisting they go to their own church for a change. Nonetheless, the service was pleasant and Peg’s singing, as always, was exquisite. Dennis silently guessed that most of the growing attendance at their church was to hear his sister sing.
Sunday afternoon, the whole gang gathered to grocery shop and make meals.
“Why do they want to put so many restrictions on feeding people who need help? To hear them talk, you’d think the State had some better way of helping them,” Judith complained.
“Well, if you are in food services, you have to have licenses and health inspections. They don’t care if you’re serving a casserole to the poor or a hundred-dollar steak to the one percent. You’re serving food,” Natalie said.
“Does that mean we need to get a license to prepare family meals here?” Tori asked. “I mean, we’re making meals to serve to someone else, right?”
“Not exactly,” Lana said. “We’re preparing meals in the home where they’ll be served. It’s exactly the same as having a cook come in or making your family dinner. It’s prepared here, it’s eaten here. Except when we make an extra to take home, then it’s still prepared by the family and served by the family. At least there are some limits to what the government can do.”
“If that’s true, then couldn’t we stop over at the Abernathys’ house, for example, and cook a few meals for them in their kitchen? We could probably do a little cleaning to help as well if they are both sick,” Roberta said.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Leanne said. “Our only problem would be getting their permission to do it and finding a time when we could prepare.”
“We could be house elves,” Rosie laughed. They all joined her and then nodded. Dot observed the interactions and decided she would call Lily and Elsa later in the evening.
Dennis and Brenda had serious studying they needed to do. Mid-terms at DMACC were on Wednesday and Thursday this week, then they’d have a day off on Friday. It kind of sucked that the schedule of days off didn’t coincide with the high school, but it didn’t make a lot of difference to Dennis since he was only at DMACC three mornings a week.
His phone chimed and he pulled it out to read the message.
“Who’s Olivia?” Brenda asked, leaning over his shoulder.
“Oh, she’s one of the team managers for the football team,” Dennis replied.
“And why is she sending messages to our boyfriend?” Amy demanded, putting on a show of being suspicious.
“It’s to tell me it launched,” Dennis said.
“What launched? The newest billionaire in space?” Daniella asked.
“No. My new website,” Dennis said. “Olivia has done all the design and uploading of everything. It’s pretty cool.”
“Wait! You’ve got a website and didn’t tell any of us about it?” Debbie said. “How’d that happen?”
“Oh, well, it’s not like the official launch. It’s more of a soft launch, she called it. There’s not much on the site yet, but now I can start adding content. Then in a month or two we’ll have an official launch,” Dennis said. He’d only learned the terms in the past week.
“More like a stealth launch,” Brenda laughed. “No one knows it’s there.”
“Let’s see. Let’s see!” Diane said.
Dennis found the site on his computer and turned it so the girls could gather around the kitchen table and look.
“It looks nice,” Lana said. “Blog. Exercises. Video? When did you do a video?”
“Talk about stealth,” Dennis laughed. “Olivia shot some footage of me leading conditioning exercises and it’s just one exercise. We still need to figure out where we can video that isn’t identifiable as the school. And no one else can be in the video unless they’ve signed a release.”
“Staying Healthy While Working Out,” Daniella read. “Did anyone we know inspire that thought?” Of course, they all knew Daphne’s injury had prompted a paper Dennis wrote for his composition class. This blog post looked significantly like that.
“It’s mostly just placeholders for the content and to work out the look and feel. Everybody’s invited to test it and see what they like and don’t like. I’ve got to figure out a plan for the content and how to create it on a regular basis. I guess people really hate it if you start something and then discontinue it,” Dennis said.
“Like fried apple pies. They brought them out and then all of a sudden, they didn’t carry them anymore. I really liked those,” Diane said.
“I bet there’s a recipe online. We never make much in the way of sweets,” Natalie said.
“How do you make money on this?” Debbie asked. “You aren’t just going to give your expertise away, are you? I mean, you give it away at school and they call it giving you experience and practice. But this is real world stuff. People would pay for this.”
“We’re working on a couple of different models. We probably won’t host our own videos. They take up a lot of space. A video hosting site, though, will put them up with advertising and I’ll get a penny or something for every view or click. Olivia has those details. I guess people can subscribe to content, too.”
“I could see all kinds of things on a site like this,” Judith said. “We were just talking about how to feed needy people, but I know part of Daphne’s healing plan has been improving her diet. You could have a whole section of your site that is just recipes for healthy meals.”
“And we could be your test kitchen!” Natalie said. “That would be cool.”
“You need more than just you in the video, though. The conditioning exercises all took on a life of their own when you got the cheerleaders up front to help lead them. Everybody likes to have them working out with us,” Daniella said.
“Daniella’s been lusting after Lana’s cute friend, Rae,” Roberta laughed. “She always jumps into line wherever Rae is leading the exercise.”
“Cut it out,” Daniella complained to her twin. “She’s cute.”
“I’ve talked to a couple of the cheerleaders and they are willing to help,” Dennis said. “I thought I’d see if any of you were interested.”
“I don’t think my dad would let me do video online,” Debbie said. “He’d be sure I would get stalked.”
“That’s a risk, I suppose. I’m sure people will look at the videos just to get turned on by sexy girls exercising.”
“No one would ever call me a sexy girl,” Debbie laughed. She was booed and half a dozen kisses landed on her face from different girlfriends.
“You should capitalize on the sexy girls exercising,” Natalie said. “I’d pay to watch Lana work out. Or you, Dennis.” Both blushed.
“So, when’s the hard launch if this is the soft launch?” Brenda asked.
“I’m going to try to have enough content ready to go to do a big announced launch by Christmas. It’s just so much frickin’ work!”
“As if we don’t all have enough frickin’ work already,” Brenda agreed.
Dennis traveled with the volleyball team and cheerleaders Monday afternoon, making sure Daphne was securely taped up, as well as the other girls who wanted it. Pat had backed off insisting they all be taped when a couple girls complained about it. Lana wanted tape, including having her wrist and thumb taped. She’d been called on to play a lot of the game in the back row. She was proudly wearing the yellow libero jersey.
It was all to no avail. The Lions, to whom they’d lost their last regular season game, were the first team they faced in the tournament and they were eliminated in three straight. Nonetheless, the team was excited about having completed a season and introduced a new sport to Bartley. They’d had enough people on the team to field both a JV and varsity team for most of the season. They were excited about the prospects for next year. But for this year, the season was over.
Dennis and Brenda survived their mid-terms on Wednesday and both felt pretty good about how they did on them. Dennis was looking forward to spending Thursday and Friday morning working on his website. Wednesday afternoon, however, Coach Andy had an announcement for the cross country team.
“We got a call from the Panthers and their cross country course is damaged from the rain and wind that hit there this week. The short of it is they don’t feel it’s a good course to run the district meet at Saturday. Since one of our two scheduled meets here at Bartley was canceled because of rain, we’ve been asked to host the district tournament on Saturday. I’ve put you all on the hook and accepted the honor.”
“Um… What are we on the hook for, Coach? Didn’t you say the district meet was limited to seven person teams?” Donnie asked.
“That’s right. Seven men and seven women. Which I figure gives us sixteen more to act as hosts, assist officials, run errands, and keep the chute organized. Thank you all for volunteering!” Coach Andy said, grinning at them.
Dennis had missed the previous Saturday’s conference meet which had been run at one of the best and fastest golf courses in the region. Four runners had come in under seventeen minutes. Dennis was determined to show his best this Saturday. Instead of working on his website Thursday morning, he mowed the course and took a practice run. The course would need to be mowed again Saturday morning, but it wasn’t in bad shape as Bart had been mowing once a week all season.
Dennis lined up on the track and gave himself a countdown. Ready, set, go. He clicked the stopwatch in his hand as he ran the first lap around the track and then out onto the county road. He ran hard. Coach would give them easier runs Thursday and Friday after school. Dennis wanted one under his belt that was all out.
When he re-entered the stadium for the last lap, he clicked the watch as he crossed the finish line, then kept walking as he got his breath back. He finally looked at the watch. It was a good time at 17:17, but not good enough. Somehow, he needed to take half a minute off that time Saturday morning.
Friday night, the football team ended their season with a second-round loss to the Mustangs, 19-21. Their poor kicking put them out of the running by two point-after misses. Dennis was too keyed up to go out with his girlfriends Friday night. All his thoughts were on the race Saturday morning.
He went to bed early, but sleep was not easy coming. At 10:30, his phone vibrated and he looked at the message.
*Let me in.*
He grinned. Amy was just what he needed. He padded out to the living room and let his young girlfriend in. She greeted him with a kiss and carried her overnight bag to his room.
“Somehow, I knew you weren’t getting to sleep. You were so keyed up all day today you missed most of the conversation at lunch. You need to relax.”
“I’d love to cuddle up with you,” he said. “You’re right. I’ve been tighter than a violin string all day.”
“What would you like, lover? Anything. I’m here for you. I’ll massage you, give you a hand job, blowjob, fuck you, let you come in my ass. Anything you want. What will relax you most?”
Dennis had images flitting through his mind of each of the things Amy mentioned—all things they’d done in the past. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.
“I’d um… Well, whatever you want, you know?” he mumbled lamely.
She stripped off her clothes and took his hand. She sucked his finger, used it to draw circles around her nipple, dragged it through the plentiful juices in her pussy, and pushed it back to her butt.
“You need to tell me, Dennis. I’m here. I’ve offered you anything you want. All you have to do is say it,” she said.
“Could we… uh… do it… there?” he said pointing at her bottom.
“There?” she said, pushing him back to the bed. “Do you mean you want to fuck my butt? It’s not that hard to say. You know it’s something I like. Is that what you want, Dennis?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “I… I want to fuck your ass.”
“Oh, God! I think I just came a little. I’m soaked! That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” she asked. She began kissing him and making sure he was hard. She pulled a little bottle of lube from her bag and squirted some directly into her ass. Then she spooned against his hardness. “Take your time, lover. Enjoy my sweet ass.”
“Oh, God, Amy! I’d never done this until you pulled me into you. I always think of it as the first time I had sex. It was the first time I was really in a girl. I love you!” He rubbed his cock between her cheeks and slipped into her vagina from behind, feeling her hot channel naked for the first time. It was tempting to just stay there, but he’d done that simply to collect her lubrication on his cock. He pulled back and began pressing against her back door.
When the head of his cock popped through her sphincter, both gave a little gasp of pleasure. Then it was a slow sawing that took him ever deeper into her rectum. Before long, his full length was buried in her and he began fucking in and out. He reached around to find her clit and began working it as he thrust in her butt. Both teens were stimulated to the max and before long, Dennis was spewing his seed in her bottom.
“That’s just so good, Amy.”
“It is, my man. I love it and you love it. There’s no reason for you not to ask for it when you want it. Now, my love, close your pretty eyes and go to sleep. You need your rest.” She turned her head to kiss him and he quickly dropped off to sleep, still connected with his cock in her ass.
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