The Lakeville-Valley Falls championship game, because it matched teams in the smallest classification in the state enrollment-wise, would be the first of four on Championship Weekend in the 15,000-seat Robertson Dome in Curtis.
The game would begin Friday at 4 p.m. The second game of the night would start at 7:30 p.m. On Saturday, title games would be played at Noon and 3:30 p.m.
Bret worked closely with Cindy early that week, making hotel and practice facility arrangements. On more than one occasion, she flirted and hinted that she'd like to share his room.
Get in line, he thought. Pamela George hadn't stopped e-mailing and calling him on his cell phone, leaving suggestive messages. Monique Sellars was coming around, too. So was her mother.
Carrie Kemp was distant, and the coach didn't know why. Perhaps she wouldn't even go to the championship game, although everyone else from Lakeville said they were making the 3-hour trip.
When Bret finally reached Pamela at home Tuesday night, she had all kinds of questions. She wanted to know where they were staying in Curtis. She wanted to know when they were arriving and when they were leaving. Bret informed her he'd be riding with the team on the bus Thursday; they'd be practicing in the Dome Thursday night and having a team dinner after the game Friday. He said he might go back and catch the end of the second championship game that night.
The team would be leaving after the dinner, which would put them home no later than on a normal Friday night. He would rent a car and come back after watching Saturday's championship games. Pamela made it clear that she wanted him Thursday, Friday and Saturday, or anytime he wanted her. He fought the urge to ask about her sexual relationship with Monique.
Lori Hayes, the Lakeville alum and now cheerleader at Norm Evans's college, also e-mailed and said she wouldn't miss the state championship game for anything. She hoped they could "chat," she wrote.
Cindy Morgan's husband was going to be hunting, so she'd be going, she said. Would Kara be joining her, Bret inquired, and Cindy blushed. She was certain the coach didn't know about the Cindy-Kara sex fest that was occurring on a regular basis now.
"I'm not sure she's coming or not," Cindy said. "Depends."
Bret knew what that meant. If Cindy could have Bret, Kara wasn't coming. If she couldn't, Kara definitely was coming. And cumming.
A pep rally was held Wednesday night at the school gym. Bret was probably as "rah-rah" as he'd ever been. He didn't pretend it was just another game. He said it was a game that everyone who attended would remember for the rest of their lives. He said he was planning on winning and he was planning on riding in a victory parade down Main Street of Lakeville on Monday.
To that, the crowd roared its approval and spilled onto the gym floor to mingle and talk about travel plans to the state finals.
Bret called Pamela George that night. He wanted to get a feeling for the attitude at Valley Falls.
"We're going to win," she chided him. "And I'm going to have a victory fuck. I'm gonna console you while I'm fucking you."
Just the thought of fucking Pamela George again made Bret hard, but the thought of fucking her after a loss in the state championship game never crossed his mind.
"Let's plan on Saturday, OK doll?" the coach said. "I don't know if we'll both be in the mood Friday. At least one of us won't."
"I'm always in the mood to fuck you," the hot blonde said. "Let's just see what happens, k?" The coach was fine with that.
The team left for the title game Thursday, Monique on the bus in the seat directly behind Bret. They made small talk but there wasn't any sex talk -- too many managers and cheerleaders and players were within earshot. Monique did lick her lips once.
Bret couldn't wait until basketball season when he could attend the games, sit in the bleachers and watch Monique jump up and down in a short cheerleading skirt, her panties showing and her breasts pressing against the tight cheerleader top.
His thoughts of sex with the nasty cheerleader didn't last long. They had arrived at their destination. It was time to get down to the business of football. Or so Bret thought.