Keith's first and last season as assistant softball coach/assistant football coach at Westside high school was unofficially coming to a close today, which was the last day of school for all students. He knew the day he was hired that he probably wouldn't be stuck coaching high school sports for long, and sure enough he'd gotten the call he'd been waiting for from Georgia Southern, and starting next week he'd be back in college, coaching football full time. They weren't a top program, but they were respectable in their division, and his foot was in the door no matter how good or bad they were.
Even though he dreaded coaching softball, his background as a competitive baseball player and little league coach made him by far the most qualified coach on staff, aside from the longtime head coach, Sandra Lang. Coach Lang had long been saddled with a string of reluctant, underqualified coaches to give her the necessary assistance to field a competitive team. Now that she finally had someone that knew a little something about the sport, she was overjoyed, even leaving him to conduct practices on his own as the season progressed.
Keith, or Coach Carter as he was known to his students and team, was also nervous about coaching girls, but he had a good combination of easygoing humor and authority that allowed him to connect with the girls while keeping and earning their respect. As a young guy still in his twenties, he constantly had to remind himself that these high school girls were off limits, both to his eyes and in his mind, should either try to get away from him. In most cases, this wasn't difficult, as most of his players wouldn't catch his eye even if they were closer to his age and not on his team. There were a couple that made it hard on him, so to speak. And one, in particular, accidentally showed just enough of herself to set his imagination on fire.
It was a Friday afternoon after practice. They had lost on Thursday, and Coach Carter put them through an especially tough workout as a result of their poor effort. As they trudged back to the locker room, they complained to one another about how tired and sore they were. For the next half hour or so, he sat in his office catching up on paperwork and biding time for the girls to finish up in the locker room so he could shut the gym down and head home to his weekend.
He heard them talking as they filed out in small groups, and waited until he heard no voices. Keith walked past the lockers, and since none were open, he assumed everyone had gone. He proceeded to the shower area and just as he almost turned the corner, he heard a sniff echo against the tile walls and floor. Silently, he looked around the corner to see Jana, his starting catcher, standing outside the shower and wearing nothing but a towel around her hips. Jana was cute, but her looks had never really gotten Keith's attention before. He'd always noticed that she had big breasts, especially for a short girl, but she had a very unassuming was about her, and she never dressed to show off her body.
He did, however, adore her a softball player. She didn't have a lot of talent, but she was easily the hardest worker on the team, and no one was more competitive. Because of her low center of gravity and tough approach, he'd taken her from a backup outfielder and turned her into the starting catcher, which was always Keith's position when he played baseball. On many occasions, they had stayed after practice to work on techniques, and he was always amazed how she seemed to absorb everything he taught her so easily. He knew she respected him as a coach, but he never picked up on her attraction to him.
As he gazed turned the corner at his naked catcher, he could see her pale back and the hourglass-like figure of her waist between her wide hips and broad shoulders. As she brushed her hair, he could make out the bulging side of one of her full breasts, jiggling with each movement of her arms. Just as she started to turn around, Keith's head darted back behind the wall and he quickly tiptoed back out of the locker room, embarrassed that he'd peeked at one of his own students, and anxious keep himself from getting caught in an awkward situation. As he sat back down in his office, pretending to work, Jana came by to say goodbye a few minutes later. For the first time, he couldn't help but glance at her chest for a split second when she wasn't looking, and made a point to get up and walk out of his office with her, so he could watch her butt jiggle in her shorts as she walked away.
That little incident was almost a month ago, and every night since, Keith found himself masturbating to his fantasies of Jana. His brain worked to fill in the gaps between what he saw and what he couldn't. He imagined her belly and waist, with just a little extra baby fat, and her big breasts hanging down as she straddled him naked. She thought about her muscular legs and wondered if she shaved her pubic hair. He wondered what her feet looked like. Did she ever get pedicures? He thought back to his own high school conquests, and how tight her pussy must be.
In practice, he found himself coaching from behind the plate more than normal, just so he could see her full ass squatting down while she caught pitches. He imagined her naked, crouching down in the same way, bouncing up and down on his cock. These thoughts embarrassed him, but he couldn't stop them from coming.
As he was gathering the last of the softball equipment and putting it into storage, he thought about his team, and how proud he was of how they played. They'd gotten to the state quarterfinals for the first time in school history, and he knew that even though his teaching helped, it takes a team willing to work hard to succeed. Most of the girls had already said their goodbyes, a few even comfortable enough to lean in for a hug. The one that he knew he hadn't seen yet, and at the point may never again, was Jana. As he dragged the last bag of clean laundry into storage, he heard a voice behind him.
"Need a hand, Carter?"
It was Jana, wearing a summer league softball t-shirt, khaki shorts, and tennis shoes. She smirked as she barked his last name, having become more comfortable joking around with him as the season went on.
"Hey Jana. Nope, this is the last of it. Helluva season though, huh?"
"I just wanted to say thanks. You taught me a lot, and even if I'm not good enough to hack it on scholarship, I'm gonna make one helluva intramural league catcher", she said in her sweet southern accent, smiling at Keith.
"You're a great student of the game, Jana. I'm gonna miss you."
As he was saying this, she approached him and wrapped her arms around him. Keith was almost a foot taller than Jana, so her face came up to his chest as she embraced him.