Team Manager COACH!
Chapter 28
THE NEXT DAY, Dennis had a full team and all the cheerleaders. When the workout recording was over, the cheerleaders ran through the shower while the team started practice. The team saw all of them parade through between the changing stall and the shower stall, though Dennis kept them busy enough with their shooting drills that they couldn’t stand and gawk. After practice, a couple of the younger team members packed their things and left, but the remainder quickly stripped and ran through the shower. It was not nearly as big a deal as most had assumed it would be. Dennis didn’t head for the shower until his girlfriends started in for their turn. He passed a couple of the girls coming out of the shower and was very glad his eyes were fixed when he saw Shelby, Laura, and Liz pass him on their way to get dressed. That was definitely a sight he didn’t want to miss. It seemed they enjoyed looking as much as he did.
It continued all week. By Friday, none of the girls were hesitating to strip off and head for the showers, even if they had to stand in line to wait their turn.
Something else had happened during the week. The girls had transitioned from accepting Dennis as their trainer to accepting him as their coach. He even introduced a couple of new plays and they were looking forward to trying them out in front of Ardith. And Roberta had managed her first dunk. Everyone cheered for that.
Friday, Dennis reminded all the players and cheerleaders to exercise extra caution on the roads. Most were staying in on New Year’s Eve. A few had parties they were going to. The girlfriends, in fact, were all headed to Amy’s house for a New Year’s Eve celebration and Dennis would go after he’d celebrated with Peg and Dot. Peg would still go to bed early enough that Dennis could be at the party before things got too late.
Gransy had been cooking all day. Amy could have invited the entire basketball team, the cheerleaders, and her girlfriends, and she still would have had food left over—even after their strenuous workout. When Dennis arrived about nine o’clock, Gransy had already excused herself and gone to her room for the night, leaving the house open for the happy crew.
They decided to play games until midnight and then to get naked for hugs and kisses as the year turned. Natalie, Roberta, and Daniella had the largest selection of games and brought nearly everything with them. They broke into groups to play SCRABBLE, Kings Cribbage, and Monopoly, and often traded with other players.
As the time neared midnight, they put away the games and the food, got fresh sodas, and moved upstairs to Amy’s room. They couldn’t all fit in Amy’s room, but they flowed over into the master bedroom. No one wanted to enter Jerry’s former room. At least there were two bathrooms on this floor. At the stroke of midnight, clothes started flying as the thirteen kids undressed each other and kissed to welcome in the New Year. And as they got naked, they began splitting into smaller groups with similar intimacy interests.
Dennis woke early in the morning with his renewed hardon captured between Amy’s lubricated butt cheeks. It took only a few thrusts before his cock caught her anus and he sank deeply into her ass. Her moans were quieted by Brenda’s kisses and Dennis reveled in sliding in and out of her tight bottom as they both rose to a heavenly summit. He pinched her nipples lightly and she quaked around his cock as he began spurting into her bowels. Both were nearly asleep by the time he shrank out of her, but Brenda was on the spot with wipes to clean both lovers up.
Dennis had expected that he might awaken to find Lana humping against him as she had on previous occasions, but in their sleep, the positions had been changed somewhat. Lana was on her back with those perfect boobs thrust in the air as Dennis suckled at one then the other. She was, indeed, humping forward with her hips, but it was against his fingers as he probed at her vagina and teased her clit. He might almost have rolled between her legs to fuck, if it weren’t for her hand gripping his cock and sliding wetly up and down it.
“Oh, Lana,” he whispered as he moved up to kiss her lips. “I love you so much. Are you okay, baby?”
“Oh, yes, Den. Keep touching me there. I’ve already come once, but I feel another big one coming on. I love having you touch me. I want to feel your fingers moving in and out of me. I’m going to become your lover soon, Dennis. I want to be yours.” He plunged his fingers deep in her pussy and found the spot he’d learned to look for in all his girlfriends. It was seldom stimulated by just his cock, but fingers could drive a girl into oblivion. When Lana started coming, he captured her scream with his lips and started spurting into her hand and against her side.
The other teens slowly came to life and cycled through the showers to get ready to start the New Year. After they dressed, they went downstairs where Gransy had as much food cooking for breakfast as she’d prepared the night before. They all got plates filled with French toast and sausage. They had their choice of syrup, honey, fruit, powdered sugar, and whipped cream to top it with and everyone was almost too full to move and clean up the dishes. They managed, though, and then all settled in front of the television to watch the Parade of Roses.
After the parade, they began leaving to go their separate ways. They made sure Amy’s house was spotless before they left and several were encouraged to take home leftovers from the night before.
“I just loved having you all come over so I could cook up a storm,” Gransy said. “Let’s plan on doing this again soon. It will be so nice to have you over often.”
“Thank you, Gransy,” they all chorused. “Happy New Year!”
Out in the country southeast of town a less than happy New Year was playing out. Bart Conway was on his way back to the farm after a fine and happy New Year’s Eve celebration in Des Moines. He wasn’t sure where his father and uncle had gotten the hookers for their private party in a ramshackle motel on the outskirts of town, but he was sure he recognized two of them. One was a former teacher at the high school and one was a cheerleader slut who had graduated last year. Regardless, he’d dipped his dick into each of them, including a girl he wasn’t sure was of legal age. No one would ever know, though. His Uncle Phil was taking all three women back to Arizona with him today. If it weren’t for the farm, Bart had half a notion to go with his old uncle. Those three were way too much for the old man to handle by himself.
Just thinking about the hot young cunt he’d been in only a few hours ago had Bart up and ready to go again. He was glad he had a wife waiting at home who he could use at times like this. She was nowhere near as good looking as the bitch he’d had at the motel—or even as she’d been when he married her—but she had the necessary holes and that was all he was interested in at the moment. It was earlier than he’d expected to get back, but his uncle was complaining about how far he had to drive. He wanted to make it to Denver that night, so he’d taken off before Bart had a chance to fuck another of the bitches this morning.
Bart rubbed his cock through his jeans. He looked down so he could unzip and set it free. A horn blast brought his attention back up to the road to see a car nearly head-on. It swerved faster than he could and he just caught the driver’s door slightly with his bumper. He could see the terrified look of the woman driving. He got back in his own lane and saw the car go off the road and into a ditch. He didn’t slow down. She could call her own damned tow truck. Stupid bitch. That would teach her to pay more attention.
He took the next corner and cut across country instead of staying on the main drag. No sense calling attention to himself. When he spotted a place that was wide enough, he pulled over. The bitch killed his buzz. He reached into the back seat and grabbed the bottle of Jack his dad had given him. A little swig and he’d be ready to drive again. Damn bitch could have killed him. He should just go back and fuck her up for that. Probably be all sorts of pussies there by now. He’d just continue home.
When he pulled into his driveway, he thought something was out of place and stopped short of the house. He looked around and spotted a car in the open door of the barn. Damn! His cunt wife was fucking that damn preacher. He’d suspected it before this, but now there was no question. He got the 1911 Defender out of his glove box and started toward the barn. He’d defend what was his.
When Dennis got home, he was surprised to see Brenda pull into the drive right behind him. He waited for her to get out of the car and join him before going in.
“Didn’t you think it was a little strange that we didn’t make love in the frenzy last night?” she asked as she reached up to kiss him.
“I wondered about that. I thought we’d connect this morning, but when I got out of the shower, you were already downstairs helping with breakfast,” he answered.
“Well, I get you for the rest of the day. And don’t worry about not being available for your family. We’ll have a nice time all together. I can wait until tonight and that will give you time to recover enough to meet my needs,” Brenda laughed. They went inside and Peg came running to greet her brother and ‘sister.’
“Cookies!” Peg said excitedly, as Dennis brushed flour off her nose.
“I was hoping you’d be here soon,” Dot said, standing in the kitchen doorway. “We’re at the point where we need your muscle to mix the dough.”
“Don’t tell me,” Dennis laughed. “We’re making Amish cookies.”
“How could we let the season go by without?” Dot asked. “We’ll have to give a dozen to each of your girlfriends’ families and then we’ll still have three or four dozen left for us.” She paused as a moment of reminiscence crossed her face. “If your father were here, four dozen would scarcely be enough. They were his favorite.”
“I remember when he came home from work a couple of years ago and was so disappointed that we were out of them that you made another whole batch. We ate Amish cookies from Christmas to Easter,” Dennis laughed, encouraging his mother to share her reminiscences. She smiled and led them into the kitchen where the huge batch of dough was ready to be mixed. The dough was just too heavy and sticky to work with their mixer.
“Did you get any Amish cookies last year, Number Four?” Dot asked.
“Yes, Ms. Dottie. I think most of us girls got at least one. You were always so nice to invite us for a cookie and milk when we came over,” Brenda said.
“Well, at the time, I thought you were just a bunch of children and cookies and milk would be all I needed to satisfy you. I guess I just didn’t know what you were really hungry for,” Dot said.
Peg was humming and singing as she ‘helped’ her brother mix the dough.
“Is that what you are singing in church tomorrow?” Dennis asked.
“Yeah. With drums!” Peg answered enthusiastically.
“We have drums in church?”
“And tamorans!”
“Tambourines, honey,” Dot corrected.
“Yeah. With bells on them.”
“Wow! That’s going to be cool. I sure love to hear you sing, sister.”
“I sing to Jesus.”
The afternoon was as pleasant a family time as anyone could have asked for. Once they got the production going, getting sixteen dozen cookies in and out of the oven went smoothly. The kids played a game on the kitchen table and ate from the first batch out of the oven with a glass of milk.
Brenda tried to remember if she had ever had such a nice family time with her parents, who were off skiing somewhere in Colorado.
“You’re so good with my sister,” Dennis said as he settled into bed next to Brenda that night. “You really are like a sister to her.”
“I love you and your family, Dennis,” Brenda said. “I feel more a part of your family than I do my own. The only reason I’m not here all the time is because Amy can’t be here all the time and you have other girlfriends who need time with you, too.”
“I’m glad we have another week before we have to get back to school at DMACC. You can stay here all you want.”
“Oh, honey. You don’t have to be back in Boone until the tenth. I have to be back Monday. We have two days of practice and then we travel to the Eagles on Wednesday for our first game of January. Just like the Angelines, our schedule is much more intense after the first of the year,” Brenda said.
“Geez! I didn’t realize that. I feel bad that we haven’t spent more time together over the break.”
“Den, just love me now. We had lots of good times this week with all the girls. It was just what we needed.”
Church was not quite as full Sunday morning as it had been before Christmas or on the Sunday immediately after. They sang all the favorite Christmas songs, including “Hark! the Herald Angels Sing,” “O Come, All Ye Faithful,” and “Joy to the World.” But just before the sermon, the choir moved into the chancel with Peg in front. To the side was a man with a large flat drum that he began a rhythm on. Then he was joined by the choir on their tambourines and with a vocal cadence that slid into the piano intro. Then Peg’s clear voice rose over the top as she nearly danced her joy. “God rest ye, merry gentlemen. Let nothing you dismay.” Before she was finished, the entire congregation was clapping in time with the drum and tambourines.
“Dennis, could I have a word with you?” Pat Fisher asked as they were leaving the church.
“Of course, Coach. I hope you had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,” Dennis answered.
“Yes and no. I have bad news. Ardith—Coach Graves—was in an auto accident yesterday. Don’t panic. She’s recovering, but she’s still in the hospital and out of commission for a few days. She asked if you could come to visit her this afternoon. She’s in Des Moines,” Pat said.
“Yes! The whole team will want to go.”
“Please don’t. She’s really not up to that many visitors but she needs to talk to you. She wants you to take over practice while she’s out. I understand you have practice slated for tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be there to open the gym and pretend to be the coach on duty. But you know far more about basketball than I do. Ardith is depending on you to get the team ready for Friday’s game.”
It simply wasn’t possible for Dennis to visit Ardith unaccompanied, but after a long discussion and negotiations with the crew, everyone finally agreed that Brenda should go with Dennis because she was the only one of them that didn’t report to Ardith, since she was a graduate.
For Dennis, the visit was a little spooky. He hadn’t visited the hospital since his dad was there. He had a sudden flash of imagining Ardith would look at him and not remember who he was. That was stupid, he realized. She’d asked for him to come and visit. Still, he had to take a deep breath before he stepped into her room.
“Coach?” he said as he and Brenda entered. Ardith was sitting in her bed, a bandage wrapped around her head and a cast on her left arm.
“Oh, good,” she said. “Thank you for coming, Dennis. I’m glad to see you are still traveling with a chaperone when you visit an old person.” She laughed and greeted Brenda.
“I don’t think Dennis needs a chaperone with you, Coach. None of us would make the mistake of calling you an old person, even though you have authority over us in school. I was the compromise that kept the whole team from coming,” Brenda said as she carefully hugged her former coach.
“If you come to this side of the bed, you can hug me, too, Dennis,” Ardith teased. She was surprised when he rapidly came around the bed and took her gently in his arms.
“You’ve got us so worried, Coach. Please tell me you’re getting out of here soon.” His words were choked with emotion.
“Dennis. Hey, guy. It will be okay,” she said, giving him a light kiss on top of his head. “They say that if I show no further signs of concussion, they’ll let me go tomorrow. But I’m not going to make it to school at all this week.”
“What happened?”
“Drunk driver. At least I assume that’s why he swerved across the road and forced me into the ditch. He’s wearing some of the paint from the side of my car on his bumper. I had a pretty good description of it. They’ll find him. He never even slowed up to see what he’d done.” Ardith was as angry as she was injured. Being tossed around as her car rolled, however, had broken an arm. The side airbag had smashed into her face and even though it was better than having her head crash through the side window, the impact and abrasions were enough to concern the doctors.
“I hope they catch him soon,” Brenda said. “We don’t need any more of that kind of driver on the road.”
“That brings me to what I need. Dennis, I know I won’t get back to school in time to get the team ready for Friday’s game. I need you to do it. They’re going to be slow getting started tomorrow after a week off. You need to get them back in focus and be ready to skipper the game on Friday. I’ve asked Pat to be the front person for you. Officially, she’ll be acting coach for the Angelines. In reality, you’ll be the coach and she’ll be opening the gym.”
“And she’s really okay with that?” Dennis asked. “I like Daphne and I think she’s progressing as a player, but I don’t want to be in a situation where I’m pressured to play her because her mother is the coach.”
“Pat’s come a long way this year, Dennis. Give her some credit. She came from a background where women’s volleyball was a women’s sport and men weren’t welcome anywhere near the court. She’s opened up a lot to what you’ve been doing in conditioning and she’s watched carefully as you worked with the girls in practice. Just don’t try to date Daphne and everything will be fine,” Ardith laughed. “Now, let’s talk about how to get the girls back in focus after the break.”
“Um… Actually, that won’t be a big problem, I don’t think,” Dennis said. “We’ve been practicing every day the past week. Even New Year’s Eve.”
“Where?” Ardith asked.
“Mr. McDonald—Tori’s dad—has let us do a lot of work in his barn. It started with video recording the exercises for my website. Then he added a backboard and hoop and we’ve been practicing half court all week,” Dennis said.
“Not just your girlfriends?”
“The whole team’s been practicing, as have the cheerleaders. They’re looking pretty sharp.”
“Lana and I have been acting as refs as Dennis moves the girls around and tells them what he wants them to do. He’s been working them pretty hard,” Brenda said.
“We didn’t want to be out of shape when you saw everyone on Monday,” Dennis added.
“A step ahead of me again,” Ardith laughed. She clutched at her ribs. “Ow. That’s going to take a while to heal. Okay. Good. What’s your plan for the coming week?”
The three sat in Ardith’s hospital room and plotted out their strategy for getting the team ready for Friday’s game. It was the best time Ardith had had since she was admitted, and she kissed each of them on the cheek before they left.
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