Team Manager COACH!
Chapter 33
THERE WASN’T TIME to work with the girls on jumping rope. They were on the bus to an away game against the Bulldogs Monday as soon as school was out. Dennis and Lana worked on getting everyone taped on the bus, so there wasn’t a chance for the girls to do any teasing in the locker room, either. It was now expected that Dennis would show up for games in his burgundy sport coat and powder blue T-shirt as a coach, leaving Lana to get the team warmed up before the game.
Ardith was definitely feeling better and was the active coach for the team, combining her style of frequent substitutions with Dennis’s move toward longer ball control. The game was never in doubt as Natalie and Daniella hit seventeen points each. Roberta led the team in assists, calling the plays from the point and shoveling the ball out to the open player. Whenever the Bulldogs backed off of her to cover the other players, she sank a three-pointer from the top of the key. She ended the game with eleven points and half a dozen assists.
Even though the three sisters led the team with forty-five points among them, the other girls had snapped out of their dry spell and contributed another twenty-two points to the 67-30 victory.
With a home game against the Comets coming up Tuesday night, the girls didn’t stay to watch the boys take another tight game, 67-66. There were kisses and hugs in the locker room, but everyone hustled out to get a good night’s sleep.
Dennis had managed to get his English Comp paper finished on Sunday, so he spent his study time Tuesday morning in the fitness room. He got his jump rope out and began one of the intensive workouts he’d read about. He had a bit of learning to do in order to get his coordination on the rope down, but by the end of an hour, he’d mastered four of the fifteen steps in the program in thirty-second intervals.
“Are you going to start including that as part of conditioning exercises?” Coach Byers said from the doorway. Dennis coiled his rope and went over to meet the coach.
“Sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here. The Angelines want more exercises that will help them jump higher. I’m testing a few. But I checked the equipment cage and we don’t have any jump ropes,” Dennis said.
“We’ll have to correct that,” Byers said. “Wrestlers could use that for speed and agility, too. Get on line and find a supplier. Send me the order info and we’ll get a gross of them in here next week.”
“Yes, sir,” Dennis squeaked.
“A lot different than the days when we needed an extra budget approval to get the Angelines a game ball, isn’t it?” Byers laughed.
“Yes, sir. And we just got fifty new practice balls for the workout sessions. We’re going to need a bigger equipment locker,” Dennis said, shaking his head in disbelief.
“We’ll have to make do for a couple of months yet,” Byers said. “By next fall, we’re going to have a new athletic facility. Dennis, the sponsorship of AgCentral has put us on a whole new playing field. Your contribution has been noticed.”
“Um… Thank you, sir. I’m just doing my part.”
“And then some. Send me that link.”
Coach Byers left the room and Dennis noticed Thoms, the wrestling team manager standing a few feet away.
“Hey, Thoms. How’s it going.”
“I wanted to mention something to you. A couple of weeks ago, I was asked to lead two reps from AgCentral on a tour of our facilities. They were real impressed when they watched your workout. I’m not sure whether one of them was impressed with the workout or with the number of girls in shorts and sport bras. Whatever. They totally ignored me and talked as if I wasn’t even there. What I heard was that they want to make sure you have anything you need for your workouts, for basketball, and even for the exercise program you put online.”
“Why would they be concerned about that?” Dennis asked. “It’s not even part of the school since they kicked us out and told us we couldn’t record here.”
“I’m just a fifteen-year-old freshman and don’t understand half of what adults talk about,” they said with an eye roll. “I got the impression, though, that they’re trying to guarantee your support of what they want to do. And I don’t think they were just talking about the school program. They talked about building a big pig farm near here.”
“I think that’s what the equipment is on the other side of the river north of here. Don’t tell me they’re going to put a million pigs there.”
“Within two years according to what the boss said. Dennis, they’re planning to buy your support. They even mentioned a scholarship. Maybe that’s all okay. If you’re like me, you could use a scholarship. I just thought you should know.”
“Thanks, Thoms. I really appreciate you telling me about it. I never even thought about what all this sponsorship stuff might mean. I’ll give it some thought. Let me know if you need anything for your teams, by the way. All the reports I’ve heard say they’re doing great.”
That evening, the Angelines went into the game against the Comets determined to show they could stand up against a 4A team. Daniella and Roberta continued their deadly shooting from the three-point range and left the driving inside action to Natalie. Natalie was proving that she wasn’t afraid to mix it up with the other team under the basket. She managed to stay out of foul trouble, but Ardith had Daniella start charging harder for rebounds, shifting some of the focus off Natalie. Amy, Diane, Judith, and Leanne all contributed baskets in the 63-37 victory.
The boys came out with equal determination. The Angelines didn’t fool around long in the locker room and were out to watch the boys roll over the Comets 79-65. Both teams were jubilant and would have stayed out late celebrating their victory over a 4A team had it not been a school night.
No one bothered to tell either team the Comets had lost their last six straight and had only won three all season.
DMACC’s Thursday game against the Warriors was moved up to two o-clock in the afternoon because severe windchills were expected by sundown. Everyone wanted to be home before the snow started blowing across the roads. As a result, there was no way for the crew to get to Boone to watch the Bears steamroll the Warriors 96-72.
By the time Brenda’s game and the Angelines’ practice were out, the weather was getting seriously cold and everyone headed straight for home. Dennis gave Coach Ardith a ride home and sat in her drive to make sure she made it inside safely. Then he rushed home to huddle with his sister and mother as the wind howled outside. Peg was a little worried by the noise and shaking of the house. She was on the edge of panic when the lights went out. Dennis got her calmed down and read to her by the light of a flashlight, which she thought was very cool.
Just after Peg had gone off to bed, Dennis’s phone buzzed with the familiar text from Amy.
*Let us in! It’s cold out here!*
Dennis rushed to the door and found Amy, Brenda, and Gransy. He let them in and Dot rose to greet the older woman.
“I didn’t really want to impose, but that house has electric heat,” Gransy said. “Amy said your house was always warm.”
“Well, I’m not sure how long it will stay warm with no blower to circulate the heat,” Dot said. “But we have lots of blankets and we’re used to company.”
“We’ve got a gas stove, too,” Dennis said. “Would anyone like a hot drink?” Before long, everyone had been served tea or cocoa and was laughing in the candlelight. Dennis, Brenda, and Amy went to bed. Gransy insisted that with enough covers, she’d be fine on the sofa. It was definitely a night for huddling beneath the blankets.
Of course, with Dennis, Brenda, and Amy huddling beneath a blanket, their heat could have warmed the house. The girls wanted everything Dennis could do for them and to them. He ate both girls even as they ate each other. Then he slid home into one smooth pussy after the other, rotating back and forth until both girls had come and finally brought him along with them. Neither girl was fully sated. Brenda rolled her feet back toward her ears and her butt in the air as Dennis pumped her ass full.
They slept, but Dennis awoke with Amy’s well-lubed bottom pushing its way onto his cock. When Amy took his cock in her bottom, she wanted it all the way in. Dennis obliged, bouncing off her small but round butt as he drove deeper and deeper into her ass. His explosion was matched by Amy’s, gripping him so tightly he couldn’t withdraw until he’d softened.
“Oh, damn!” Amy breathed. “I’m going to regret that tomorrow, but I loved it tonight.”
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