The school bus was abuzz with chatter and laughs, post-game celebrations carrying on as it drove down an interstate highway. Pickensville Academy had just won their first football game of the season. Not just won, but annihilated the other team in a 45-7 blowout. After a dismal performance the last four football seasons, Pickensville, a private K-12th grade school, had sacked their last coach and hired new blood. That new blood, Brach White, had come to the small west Alabama town after leading a small community college in Nebraska to the national championship game five years in a row, winning twice. 25 years ago, as a college football player at Florida State, he had dreams of going pro, but things didn't work out exactly as he had hoped. But he was great at strategy and found his calling in coaching. And after a very nasty divorce last year Brach needed a new start, and he quite liked the idea of taking a failing team and bringing glory back to their school and town. And sure enough, he had done just that.
He sat silently in the first row of the bus as his players behind him celebrated. He liked to appear stoic, but even he couldn't shake the shit-eating grin on his face. The bus pulled off the interstate and into a motel parking lot, followed behind by two other buses carrying the band and cheerleaders. Some parents and fans pulled in too, but Brach watched as a convoy of cars and trucks kept driving past, many honking their horns in celebration as they drove past the winning team. They were just on the east side of Houston, and the school had decided to buy out a motel instead of driving through the night.
Brach and his assistant coaches were the first off, and for a moment he watched his team exit one-by-one and get their room assignments from one of the assistant coaches before he made his way up to his room. He began to review footage of the game, and before he knew it a good three hours had passed. Needing a break, Brach grabbed his cigarettes and a lighter and stepped out onto the long motel patio. No one was outside, but he could hear music blaring from what seemed like every room.
Not wanting to be seen in case a student or another school official stepped out, Brach made his way down the steps and he headed toward the pool area. There were empty beer cans strewn around the area, some floating in the pool even, and as Brach lit a cigarette he figured students must have been partying down here a few hours ago before being sent to their rooms. They had won, so everyone was letting them get away with drinking, being up past curfew and general mischief, but they still had to be a little inconspicuous.
He took a long drag of his cigarette just as he heard what sounded like yelling and partying before it just as abruptly stopped. Then suddenly, the exact same noise. He looked toward the source, his eyes befalling a teenage girl sitting at the deep end of the pool, her legs in the water as she stared into her phone, completely preoccupied with it and unaware of his presence at the other end of the pool. He watched her, as she kept pressing at her phone causing it to make noise for a few seconds. Brach figured she must be looking at snapchat or something similar, watching videos taken in the last few hours of her friends having fun.
His eyes lingered on her as he took another drag of his cigarette. He couldn't remember her name, but he knew she was a cheerleader and in one of his bullshit science classes they made him teach. Brach took the last drag of his cigarette before he dropped it to the ground and stepped on it. He began walking towards her, and as he got closer he couldn't help but notice her tight, supple little body as her features became more and more noticeable as he walked toward her. She was wearing shorts that were barely there, with muscular but still feminine thighs, and an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder. Her long, blonde hair was all pushed to one side, hanging down past her other shoulder.
Brach was only a few feet away, but she still hadn't looked up from her phone. He watched her, taking in her face. As his eyes looked at her lips, Brach felt his cock suddenly twitch. He hadn't ever thought of himself as a dirty old man, but looking at her was doing something to him. Internally he chocked it up to it having been more than a year since he got laid by his now ex-wife, and he had been too preoccupied with the first game of the season for the last three weeks to jerk off. But he just couldn't look away from her lips..
Brach cleared his throat after gazing at the teen for a few moments more, and she looked up in fright at him suddenly being just a few feet away, gasping. She covered her mouth, then a moment later she began to giggle. "Oh God, coach White you scared me!" she exclaimed through laughter, her fingertips still touching the lips that Brach couldn't look away from. "I'm sorry," he said, smiling down at her, "I didn't mean to scare you. But you're not supposed to be out of your room." He'd added a somewhat stern tone to his voice, but he didn't really mean it, smiling down at her.
"I know, I know, but I just wanted to get away. It's been kind of crazy since we got here, ya know?" she asked him, sounding so innocent and playful as she smiled. Brach just nodded. She looked at him for a moment, her smile getting a little bit bigger as she asked, "And what are you doing out, huh? Coaches and teachers should have to abide by curfew too!"
