After Tuesday's practice, Bret checked his e-mail and found a note from the head secretary, Cindy Morgan, saying the game film on Lakeville's first-round opponent, Regence, had arrived and was in his mailbox in the front office.
He checked his watch and found that he had plenty of time before he had to be in Weston. He had promised Josh Barlow he'd check out the gym that night. They had decided on 8 or 8:30, after the gym had closed.
It was a relatively light practice because of rain, and Bret didn't want anyone slipping on the wet turf and spraining an ankle or blowing a knee. Not with only three -- hopefully three -- games left in the season. The 9-0 Raiders were seeded second in the state playoffs, behind only 9-0 Oaktown. Lakeville would host Regence, an 8-1 team, which was seeded seventh in the playoffs. As it turned out, Valley Falls was seeded fourth and would host Mount Morton. Valley Falls was in Oaktown's bracket so a win by both of those teams in the first round would set up a semifinal matchup. The only way Lakeville would face either Valley Falls or Oaktown would be in the championship game -- if the Raiders advanced that far.
When Bret went to get his mail, Cindy Morgan was still at her desk, going through attendance reports.
"You always work this late?" Bret asked, checking the clock. It was nearly 6 p.m.
"Occasionally," she said, and then changed the subject. "Why haven't you called my sister?"
"It's only been since last Thursday," the coach said. "Aren't I supposed to give it at least a week?"
"Um, I don't think so," Cindy said, blushing. "After what she told me about your date, I think she's ready for you to move in with her."
"Well, it's a little early for that," Bret said, "but we did have fun."
"So I heard," Cindy shot back. "And that's all I'm saying. Unless you're volunteering."
"Not me," Bret said, holding both hands up with palms out.
Obviously, the sisters were close, and it was apparent Cindy now knew that Bret had fucked Kara -- and in the ass, too. He thought having Cindy that way wouldn't be such a bad idea either. He watched as she sexily crossed her legs, her skirt hiking up high on her thighs. He was instantly horny.
"Here's your tape," she said, handing it to him. She had apparently taken it from his mailbox so she could hand it to him personally. Her ploy had worked, the coach thought. Now if he could only figure out how to get in her skirt.
Back in his office, Bret watched Regence win a mid-season game 42-0 and was mostly impressed that the team kicked all six extra points without problems. "We'll have to make our conversions," the coach thought, "because they're going to make theirs." Then Bret noticed the light on his telephone was blinking. He had a message. He wondered which horny female had called, wanting him to fuck her that night. Too bad, he thought, but the gym came first tonight. He had put Josh Barlow off long enough.
The message was from Sara, Josh's girlfriend. Josh had to leave town to pick up a replacement part for one of the weight machines. He wouldn't be back until very late that night. Could they postpone their meeting and do it another time? She asked Bret to call her at the gym.
Instead of calling Sara back, he packed a bag with workout clothes and headed to Weston. Bret arrived at the gym just before 9, wondering if anyone -- Sara perhaps -- would be there. The neon light was off. Bret noticed the sign on the door regarding the hours: 5 a.m. to 8 p.m. As Bret was about to enter, he looked through the glass doors to near the back of the main gym and saw Sara with two small hand-held weights.
She was facing a mirror, pumping the small weights she held in each hand. Her dark hair was pinned up, showing her sexy neck. She wore a peach leotard with navy blue shorts over it. The coach stood in the rain, admiring this sexy thing. Bret now was faced with a choice: He could go forward and into the gym or he could stand there and wait in the rain.
While he would not have minded staring at the hot body for a few more minutes, he decided to go in. He pushed the door open, and a loud buzzer sounded. It probably was heard throughout the gym. Most gyms had those types of buzzers these days. That way, if no one was at the front counter, they would still know someone had entered.
Sara didn't appear startled at all. She turned, and with the weights still in hand, approached the front counter where the coach waited.
"Hi," the coach said. "Sara, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Josh's girlfriend answered. "Hi Bret. I tried to reach you to save you a trip. Josh is out of town."
"Ahh, didn't get the message," the coach said, lying. "Been watching film all night. Haven't had a chance to get to messages."
"I'm so sorry you had to come all the way in for nothing," Sara said. "I don't think Josh is gonna be back for quite awhile."
The coach couldn't help but stare at the tight leotard that was holding in the young woman's breasts. A thin line of moisture from Sara's sweat started at the top of the leotard at the neckline below her throat and traveled into the cleavage between her breasts. The woman noticed Bret was checking her out and smiled.
"Well, what did you and Josh have planned?" she asked.
