Dan arrived at his game a little exhausted, but very relaxed. Warming up, he looked over into the bleachers to see Dani sitting there, watching him intently. Seeing him looking in her direction, she waved and smiled. Usually calm and focused for games, seeing her there unnerved him for some reason. He found his game quickly went to shit, serves going long, going into the net, going wide. He played miserably, double-faulting and being ruled by unforced errors. After the first set, he found himself having just been humiliated 6 to 1. Pausing in-between sets, he glanced over at Dani, and saw the look of concern on her face, and could only shake his head.
The assistant coach came up to him, and asked him point-blank: "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He looked at the coach in amazement. Not only had he never been talked to in such a blunt manner before, but he really didn't expect it from Coach Alberts. At five-foot six, Alberts looked ridiculous getting in Dan's face. Even more ridiculous then the size difference was the gender difference. Assistant Coach Allison Alberts was an extremely fit young woman, having played college tennis and on a semi-pro circuit for a couple of years after graduating. Now, at age twenty-five, she was teaching physical education at the high school, taking on extra duty as the girl's tennis coach in the fall, and assisting with the boys in the spring.
In the warm weather, she was wearing a pair of loose mesh shorts that came to mid-thigh, showing off firm, smooth, tanned legs. The shorts, despite their looseness, clearly covered up a tight, round ass, accentuated by her slim waist. Her top, a tight, long sleeve Under Armour shirt, showed off her flat stomach and two beautiful handfuls of tits. She had her brown hair pulled back in a short pony tail, and her pretty face was only marred by the fact that she was looking about as pissed off as a person could be.
"Are you a fucking moron?" she hissed. "You should be kicking this guy's ass, and instead you're playing like you like it up the ass."
Dan could only gape at her, not really sure how to react to a teacher calling him a fag. He looked around like a trapped animal, glancing frequently at Dani, who was now trying to smile at him encouragingly. Following his gaze, Allison quickly assessed the situation.
"Oh, is that the problem?" she demanded, actually pointing at Dani. "Because I could get her to leave if you want? Is that what you want? Me to go to your little fuck-buddy and tell her that her pussy is so distracting that you can't even beat a third-rate player from a fourth-rate school with zero talent?"
"No," he mumbled.
"What? I didn't quite catch that."