The coach spent most of the week studying film of Highland's win over Valley Falls. He could scout both teams that way, and the two-point game allowed Bret to see what both teams did near the end of the game in a close battle. Bret occasionally looked at Oaktown film too, even though he had promised himself he wouldn't look at the Oaks until the time came. Still, he was gleaning valuable information from their tape. Now, if only the teams would meet.
The Homecoming bonfire was scheduled for Thursday night, the game on Friday and the dance Saturday night. When Bret was in high school, dress to the dance was casual. He remembered fondling breasts through tight sweaters and massaging butt cheeks through jeans. Boy, how it had changed. It was a formal affair these days, and that's why it had been moved to Saturday night and not held on the night of the game.
Bret touched base with Lori Hayes Wednesday. She said she'd be in town Friday, watch the game and then the pair could see what developed. She said she planned to see Monique Saturday and take her to the cabin at the Barr Place to help Monique prepare for the dance Saturday night. Monique had told Bret she wasn't thrilled about the date she had accepted, but he was a friendly guy and she was sure they would have fun. She inquired about stopping by his house after the date had ended, but Bret impressed upon her how important it was to make her date feel like he was an important guy.
Monique agreed. Bret, like the other faculty members, attended the bonfire Thursday night. It was held annually at a vacant lot in town, far away from any structures that could accidentally catch on fire. Wood was hauled in each year, usually from an old barn that some farmer tore down. The band played, the cheerleaders cheered and most of the students drank, thinking the faculty didn't know there was either rum in their Coke cans or schnapps in their hot cocoa. But the faculty did know. Hell, Bret Harris even put some liquor in his coffee. One of the students who didn't hide the fact that she'd been drinking was Carrie Kemp, the former volleyball player. The tight jeans and sweater accented her fabulous body, and the coach got hard thinking about what it would be like to have this tall, luscious girl on top of him, riding him, fucking him.
It wasn't to be on this night, however. Carrie had brought a friend from another school and was busily making out with him during the festivities. Bret flirted with Monique a bit, but her date for the next night, a seldom-used football player, was hanging around the cheerleader, acting as if the two were a couple. Bret could sense Monique's displeasure, but did nothing to intervene.
Friday morning dawned sunny and cold, but at least it wouldn't rain during the game, the coach thought. He had put in some new passing plays and wanted a chance to use them against Redwater. School let out at noon for the afternoon parade, which went down the mile-long main street of Lakeville. Bret rode on the float with the football team; the cheerleaders on a car just in front. As the people lined the streets to watch the parade, which consisted of the local police and fire departments, the band, the cheerleaders, the team and one float from each class, Bret looked for Lori Hayes. And there she was, in front of the pharmacy, standing with her mother. Lori smiled and waved, and Bret returned the gesture.
When everyone returned to the school following the parade, Lori was there, in her designer jeans and a sexy top. It was cold out, and her braless nipples were pressing against the low-cut top she wore. The nipples were huge, the coach thought, and he was looking forward to getting his mouth on them later. The small talk that ensued between Bret and Lori confirmed his wishes: She all but told the coach he'd be dipping his cock into her pussy later that night.
A large crowd packed the bleachers and the sidelines for the Homecoming game. Assistant coaches who had been at Lakeville told Bret it was a larger Homecoming crowd than normal. It appeared there were a lot of people who normally didn't go to games who attended this one to see just how good the Raiders were this season. On one other occasion the Raiders had started this well, 6-0. But they lost their seventh game of the season and then lost again in the state semifinals to finish 9-2. Lakeville had never been to a state football championship game.
The game with Redwater, as expected, was a mismatch from the beginning. The Raiders drove 65 yards on their opening possession to take the early lead and never were threatened. It was one of the most relaxing games in Bret's coaching career. Everyone played; everyone had fun. The coach wasn't even bothered by the players who had to stay out on the field for the Homecoming halftime festivities instead of being in the locker room.
The final score? Lakeville 74, Redwater 36. Chants of "on to state" came from the Lakeville student section as the victorious Raiders jogged off the field. The Raiders were now 4-0 in league and 7-0 overall.
In the locker room after the game, the only thing Bret told his team was to have a nice weekend, but to lay off the alcohol. Despite the perfect record, drinking would not be tolerated on this team.
One of the well wishers after the game was Lori Hayes, who congratulated the coach with a handshake. He slipped a house key into her mittened hand. Bret staved off Monique and the ever-charging Carrie Kemp by saying he "had" to go drink with alumni who were happy about the 7-0 record. He told Monique, "I'll talk to you before your date tomorrow night." She expected a phone call, but it didn't turn out that way as both would find out later.
The coach had a quick beer with some former Lakeville Raiders and headed home around 11:30 p.m. Lori's car was directly across the street, in front of the Barker house. Lori met Bret at the door wearing nothing but a short silk robe. She obviously had traveled across the country prepared. His eyes were drawn to her gorgeous legs, and he stood there admiring them. She stepped aside as Bret walked in and then gave him a hug, letting him feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin cloth.
After the coach had grabbed a beer, he returned to the living room to see Lori standing at the front of the hallway. When she was sure Bret was looking, she untied the robe and let it fall, revealing only a sleek black teddy that hugged her curves beautifully. Bret felt his cock bulge. Lori saw it and smiled. He again noticed the pierced bellybutton. Ahhh, college women, Bret thought.
"I wanted to be comfortable for you," she said, her hands running over her breasts and touching the teddy all over. "I really wanted to show you this when you were on campus a couple weeks ago, but this will do."
She began to caress her body, rubbing her hand across her stomach, over her hip, then to the inside of her thigh, slightly parting her legs so give him just a glimpse of her pussy, which was pressed against the material of the teddy. As her hand came to rest over her swollen slit, she pushed against her clit and gasped with pleasure.
"I'm so wet. Bret, why don't you come down the hall with me and help." Her voice was whiny, but in a sexy, sensual sort of way. The coach had had his high school pussy for most of the year, with the one exception being the mature Angie Evans. Now, he'd have what was between: He'd have a young, hot, sexy college girl, the type who knew what to do and knew what to say while she was doing it. And the coach liked that.
Bret was down the hall in no time, kneeling at Lori's feet before she could even get to his room. He dived between her legs like a man on a mission. He breathed in her scent and pulled the thin strip of fabric to the side to gaze at her smooth, clean-shaven pussy. His tongue flicked across her clit then slid down to lap the wetness gathered on her outer lips. She leaned back against the wall and raised one knee over his shoulder, spreading herself open for him. His hands slipped easily under her ass and he lifted her up to his hungry mouth. She squirmed and squealed as his tongue probed inside of her, pushing his face against her clit, each wave bringing her higher and higher to her point of explosion. She came quickly, the juices running freely from her. He moaned with pleasure at her sweetness and continued licking her slick, hot pussy.
"Cock," she moaned, "I want your cock." He stood up as she began fumbling with the tie on the elastic waistband of his coaching pants. When she got it open, she could see his raging hard-on sticking out above the waistband of his briefs. She slid her hands inside, stroking and squeezing his tight ass while pushing the clothing out of her way. His cock sprang free and bobbed in her face. She covered the knob with her hot sucking mouth, causing him to shudder and sway. Her tongue swirled around while her lips rubbed over and over him.
