The coach and Tamica spent Saturday night at the cabin and returned to Lakeville Sunday. In an effort to make sure no one suspected a thing, Tamica left more than a couple hours before Bret.
He was the hoping that come Monday morning, she would act like Monique had acted a couple weeks earlier: as if nothing had happened over the weekend. He was right. Tamica was the model student, even toning down her outfits to a point. Of course, it was getting to be fall, and the short skirts and tank tops wouldn't cut it in late September.
The next week of practice and school went well. Monique continued to flirt, and the pair even stole a kiss outside the locker room after practice one night. Monique tried to dart her tongue in and out of the coach's mouth, but he wasn't risking anything. He promised her a phone call -- and delivered, bringing her to an intense orgasm over the phone. All the while she begged for his body, his cock, his lips. He promised her it would happen soon.
Tamica flirted some too, but not as much as Monique. Bret wondered if the alcohol had played a big role in him getting into her bikini. He went as far to ask one night on the phone, and she assured him it didn't have much of an effect. She wanted him badly that Saturday, and she knew he wanted her, too. They talked about renewing acquaintances.
Bret was careful not to set any dates with either. The stunning blonde from Valley Falls, Pamela George, occupied his mind for the most part that week. He couldn't wait until Saturday's football game with the rival school. The teams met twice each year -- townsfolk said it had been that way for years. In the 50s, they only played once, and for several years in a row, the losers complained of cheating, either by the players, coaches or officials. In 1959, the schools agreed to play twice, to put an end to any thought as to who was the better team. And since 1959, the winner of the first game of the year had also won the second game all but four times. And wouldn't you know it, during those four seasons, townspeople lobbied for a third game to break the tie of the season series.
That's when the state high school association intervened, making a rule that no two schools could play each other more than twice a year unless the third time was in the playoffs. One of the games each year would be designated a conference game, the other non-conference. And it was up to the conference commissioner to determine that. And so, in 1960, 1964, 1969 and 1984, Lakeville and Valley Falls had split the two football games. In all the other years, one team or the other had won both contests. They had never met in the playoffs.
This season, Saturday's game was designated as the non-conference game. The conference game, the game that mattered in the standings, would be the second-to-last game of the year. So while Saturday's game didn't mean much in the conference race, it meant everything to the towns of Lakeville and Valley Falls.
They expected a packed house at Lakeville's football field, with most of the folks walking the sidelines since the small set of bleachers on either side only held 100 people apiece.
While getting Monique off on the phone, Bret imagined he was fucking Pamela, his cock in her tight pussy, then between her luscious tits and finally in her mouth between her gorgeous lips. He even went as far as to look up the name George in the Valley Falls phone book. He found three listings, but decided against calling. He imagined the conversation.
"Um, yes, Mrs. George, this is the coach of Lakeville and I met your daughter at a kegger last weekend and I thought she was hot and I kinda wanted to fuck her and so I'm wondering if she's home so we can talk and plan when to fuck this weekend."
