Over at Clarence and Carol Kemp's house, Bret Harris joined about a dozen Lakeville fans and parents of players in celebrating the win and the league championship. The fans -- the old guard of the town -- were ecstatic over the win against Valley Falls, but their attention quickly turned to the playoff picture.
"You know," Clarence Kemp said, addressing the coach, "if you lose to Highland next week, Valley Falls won't make the playoffs." A sly grin came across his face, and everyone laughed. To Bret, whether or not Valley Falls made the playoffs wasn't that big of a deal. To the townspeople of Lakeville, however, it was huge. Having Lakeville qualify and their rival not was a huge feather in the cap to those who knew and did business with Valley Falls people.
And Kemp was right. If Lakeville lost to Highland, Highland would take second place over Valley Falls regardless of how Valley Falls fared against Prairie, which was out of the playoff picture after a loss to Redwater, that team's first win of the season. Bret thought about the possibility of losing to Highland on purpose to keep Valley Falls out of the playoffs. He decided he would address his team and the situation on Monday. No doubt the players knew the scenario as well.
But on this night, the coach didn't want to think too much about football. He was interested in drinking beer and catching glimpses of the Kemps' daughter, Carrie, the standout volleyball player who had been kicked off the team for drinking.
The Kemps also had a son, Chris, an eighth grader who was spending the night at a friend's house. Meanwhile, Carrie, despite the fact that she should've been locked in her room, was busy prettying herself to apparently go out. She popped in and out of the spacious living room on several occasions, and each time, the coach thought perhaps he had seen the tall senior motion for him to come into the other room. He held off, partly because he knew what she was after and partly because he was the center of attention on this night, his team having defeated Valley Falls.
The coach finally excused himself to use the bathroom and, although he entered it with the lights off, he found Carrie Kemp waiting for him, leaning back on the sink in quite a sexy manner. Her tight red button-down blouse held in what the coach surmised was a nice set of tits. Her black pants and boots looked sexy, too, the coach thought.
"You're distracted in there, aren't you?" Carrie asked, licking the red lipstick on her full lips. "You're thinking of me out here, all by myself."
"You've got to get out of here," the coach said. "I can't be caught with you in here."
"Then let's meet outside. There's this tree in the backyard ..." She was teasing the coach, and he was beginning to get hard.
"What do you drive?" he asked. "I'll leave here and we can meet, OK?"
"The school," she said, "I want you at the school."
They quickly made parking plans and decided how Carrie would enter the school. Hiding their vehicles was a crucial point since students tended to drive around the school and meet and talk after games, home and away.
"Get us some beer, hon?" Carrie asked -- or did she tell -- the coach as she walked past him out of the bathroom, brushing her breasts against him. Bret stayed at the party for another 45 minutes or so, and during this time period Carrie announced to her parents she was going out. Bret was amazed they let her run wild even after having been caught drinking. Obviously, the girl ran this family.
Bret said his goodbyes to his fans, his biggest being Clarence Kemp, who promised to stay in touch with the coach. "Whatever you need," Clarence said.
Bret grabbed a beer for the road -- he already had a barely opened one in his other hand -- and left the party, headed for the school. He drove past Carrie's Isuzu Rodeo. It was parked several blocks from the school in a lot the students often used when they were getting in to ride with someone else. Three other vehicles were parked there, as well. Bret parked behind the school in the faculty parking lot and found Carrie lurking in the shadows. He handed her the unopened beer and they sat in an unlit area and finished their drinks.
She continued to talk nasty to the coach, all but asking him to fuck her. She teased him about wanting her in the middle of classes. She teased him about wanting her in her tight volleyball uniform. That might've been the case, he teased back, but she'd never find out now since she was booted from the team.
"It's OK," she said, "they'll do fine without me." Bret wasn't so sure that was case. He unlocked the back gym door and let Carrie enter before him. He wanted to know what she had in mind. The gym? The stage? The locker room? A classroom?
She walked toward the gym and then turned right and walked up three stairs onto the stage. Dimly lit security lights enabled them to find their way. A couch was in the back corner of the stage. It was used for school plays, but on this night it was strategically placed for the coach and volleyball player. They sat close together on the couch, and the nasty talk and teasing from the senior continued. She moved slowly on the couch, her sexy body squirming as she humped her hips up a little. Her hand had moved to Bret's nylon coaching pants. The fingers were now on the inside of his thigh, creeping upward slowly.
"Tell me," she said, no longer giggling, "did you play with your cock on the way over here, thinking about me?" Carrie leaned closer. Her lips came toward his. Closer. Then closer still. The pink, moist tip of her tongue came out. It ran slowly around her slightly parted lips until they glistened in the light. The last inch between them disappeared, and her lips found his. Her tongue was insistent, worming into Bret's mouth and meeting his. By the time the kiss broke, they were both panting.
"You're hard right now, Coach," she whispered, her hand searching until she confirmed that undeniable fact. "Mmmm, yes. You're all big and hard for me." Carrie took charge. She opened her blouse, showing Bret a sexy little black bra. Then she slid out of it in an instant, tossing it next to the blouse on the stage floor. She then pulled off Bret's polo shirt and his chest was against hers, her breasts mashing into his chest. Her hands searched for the waistband of his pants and pulled them down and off. He kicked off his shoes and socks and his black briefs followed.
Her pants and panties followed, joining the pile near the couch. Bret touched her freely and was touched in return. Carrie settled down between his open legs, kneeling on the hard stage floor. Her breasts dragged down over his stomach, crossing over his cock in a wondrous, sliding delight that was over much too soon.
As exciting and heavenly as her naked breasts on his cock and balls felt, he quickly forgot all about the thrill as she spoke, saying things he suspected she'd say after listening to her all night.
"I'm gonna do you, Coach," she said, wetting her lips again and staring straight at his rock-hard boner.
