Chapter 12. Marina
Marina and I began our last college semester as a committed couple. We lived together.
Early that spring semester I had an important swim meet at a college just forty miles away so most of us drove to the site. With very few exceptions college swim meets do not attract much of a crowd so it was easy for me to spot Marina in the stands of the away venue.
I picked that day to beat the conference record in the thousand meters free, which was what it took for us to win the meet. My nemesis Rusty came in second and was only half a finger away. His time tied the old record.
When I saw Marina flying down the stand steps clapping and yelling I started to walk towards her. I was suddenly surrounded by my teammates and I accepted congratulations from them and from a disappointed Rusty. He and I had become friends during a summer clinic before our freshman years.
I felt a hands caress my shoulders. They stayed there throughout the post-meet visits. Eventually it was time to go to the locker room and go home. The voice that belonged to the hands asked, "What did Rusty say?
"That he was OK that our rivalry had ended in a tie, four for me and four for him. We had every one of our best times when racing each other. The girl kissing him is Teresa. She is on the girl's team but they did not make the finals. We have been invited to their wedding this spring break. He told me to tell you that you are a very good cook."
"I am glad I got to know him after the last meet at home. I hated him for beating you that day and I was shocked when you told me you had invited him over for supper. I expected you to hate him too. I am glad he did come over, he is a good guy."
After we got back home Marina confessed that she made a fool of herself during my race. She screamed, she jumped up and down and froze as I caught Rusty with just two meters to go. She cried when I won and cried when they posted that it was a new record.
"I have never been so excited at any event as I was at your race today," She gushed.
I looked at her curiously. she was after all our schools very first All American in any sport and had been invited to the volleyball olympic trial games.
She apparently guessed my look as she suddenly wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hard kiss on the lips. Apparently she had not.
As she pulled away from her kiss she looked at me somewhat misty eyed and said, "I am so glad I have you. Right now you are anchoring my sanity. No pressure there. Huh?"
"Why, what happened?"
"During the meet my parents called, which was what put me at the top of the stands and almost made me break my neck.
Dad filed for divorce.
Mom called him an idiot and claimed to be glad to be rid of him on one phone call then was in tears during the next pleading for me to talk him into giving her another chance."
"What did you tell her?"
"I asked her to let him go. She hung up."
"Oooh, you had agreed that we were Switzerland."
"Yeah, I know. But I have officially picked a side."
"Well, I guess it's time. I have been secretly on your Dad's side since I met him."
"Not so secretly. I knew as soon as he showed us that he approved of you for me. He is taking us out to dinner tonight. He would have been here for your meet but could not get out of the city in time."
"Does he know we have moved in together?"
"Yes. He is glad we are saving money on motel rooms."
We had a mild surprise when we got to the restaurant that evening, Marina's Coach Sara was with him.
We had a much bigger surprise when after I commiserated with Albert's unsettled life Coach Sara commented, "Well at least he is no longer homeless."
Her comment almost got past us until we saw them blushing. Marina squealed, ran around the table planting big kisses on her coach and Dad then sat demurely in her seat. She looked at me and nodded before saying to them, "We approve," then burst into giggles as she pounded the table. I patted her father's shoulder and blew a kiss to Sara.
I looked at Marina and asked, "Why did we not see this coming?"
She kissed me softly and said, "I think we were distracted elsewhere."
Sara and her Dad nodded as they burst into laughter. We had a great evening and repeated our "dinners for four" once a week for the duration of the school year.
Her Dad and her coach had been in constant contact for four years as he followed his six foot tall baby girl's sport exploits. He was not the hovering Dad but more of a fan of the team and their coach. And his baby. He and Sara had gotten along well, in fact better than we thought.
My athletic career ended just short of the championship as Marina's did and we concentrated on graduation and jobs after that. Surprisingly neither of us had much interest in coaching.
Marina said that she would not have a chance of coping with the drama and politics and I confessed that I had never been a fan of swimming per se; I was in it because I was good at it and therefore it was expected of me.
"Coaching Little League will be good enough for me," I said.
Marina gave me a big grin and said, "You will need to wait a few years and it may end up being a girls softball team."
Until she said that I had not connected the coaching idea to my own children. My grin soon matched hers and I said, "Let's get started on that," and carried her to our bed.
"Beast," she said as her arms and legs encircled my body.
After a long and very loving fuck we held each other and had our first definitive talk about our future together.
That Marina and I would be married was a given since our first motel stay, probably long before that.
When and where our wedding would be had only been discussed in the general terms, such as "after we have jobs."
Her parent's split and the rift between Marina and her Mom had made the event problematic.
The jobs part was resolved just before spring break when a horde of recruiters arrived at our campus. We had discussed many possibilities for our careers but we both knew we were going to be teachers. Our main worry was that both of us would not be able to find jobs in the same school district and whether she would get an offer where she was not required to coach.
At first the finding jobs together part proved to be as difficult as we had feared. Marina and I had talked to five school district recruiters and were disappointed to find that none could promise jobs for both of us although they had said the probabilities were good.
Marina and I did not like the sound of "probabilities" and she did not like that one of the first words out of each recruiter's mouth was "coach." She really was put off when the sport one of them mentioned was basketball.
We were outside the meeting room doors sort of leaning against each other as we normally did when a small redheaded woman in her mid fifties approached us.
She asked us if we came as a package and Marina answered, "We sincerely hope so."