As always it is recommended that you have read the prolog and pervious chapters up until this point. While the action is hot and heavy this is just one chapter out of a series.
High School - Chapter Seven: Championship level antics
The New Years party was a major success. Justin and Will were welcome members in our trusted circle and the girls were eager to have two new dicks to play with. Near the end of January we had another party for our group while we watched football. Bets were made as to who would lose and who would score, but in the end I think we all won.
In February I was focused on swimming championships and preparing for districts. Coach told me to reserve my strength and not engage in any 'extra curricular physical activities' till after districts. On one hand it sucked because I went from getting laid on a regular basis to pretty much not getting laid at all. On the other hand I was lucky because it meant more blow jobs and more hand jobs from the girls. It just wasn't the same as having my dick in a tight warm pussy. By the end of February, I was looking at every female in school, teachers included, wondering what their pussy would feel like.
"Mister Smith," I heard an older female voice call from behind me as I walked to my next class. When I turned around I saw Miss Hockersmith our school's therapist trying to catch up to me. "What is your next class?" She asked me.
"Uh, Advanced Trig with Dr. Bare in room 408. Why?" I asked. Without answering me she scribbled something on a piece of paper and turned heading back toward the main offices.
I walked the rest of the way to my class baffled. Just as Dr. Bare began class he was interrupted by an office aid.
"Smith. Office," he said looking at me. The class starting oohing and aahing. I knew I wasn't in trouble, but I was now worried something was wrong since the school therapist was the last school person that said anything to me.
Once at the office my suspicions were confirmed when Miss Hockersmith greeted me and ushered me back to her office. I was so horny and worked up that without thinking about it I checked her out. She was rumored to be 30 years old and had started here just out of grad school. There was also a rumor that she was reprimanded for dressing too sexy when she started a few years ago. Today she had on a knee length pin strip skirt, a matching suit top and her hair pulled up and pinned in a bun behind her head. She was also wearing a pair of think rimmed glasses that gave her that librarian look. I am sure if she opened a button or two on her blouse and lengthened the slit of her dress another few inches she would cross the line to naughty librarian, but as she was dressed right now she looked every bit the professional that she was.
She ushered me into her office then took a seat behind her large wooden desk. Unlike other offices I had been in, hers had no windows. Sensing my curiosity as I surveyed the room she started to talk. "There are no windows in this room so no one can peek in and see that you are here. The walls and door are also completely soundproof so no one can listen in as long as you aren't screaming," she paused and opened up a leather clad legal pad, "Do you know why I have asked you here today?"
Since I didn't have a clue I was as honest as I could be. "Uh, no ma'am."
"Some of the teachers are worried about you," she said.
"Really?" I said in disbelief. "Why?"
"They say they have seen a marked change in your behavior over the last month," she said. She then read from a report on her desk. "Steve seems more agitated and worried since the new semester has started. He seems distracted and unable to focus in class. His temper also seems to be shorter." She then looked up at me. "I have three other reports from three more of your teachers that echo concern for you," she paused, "Is there anything you need to talk about?"
"No," I said. There really wasn't. I was a little off my game, but that's life as a teenage. You have your good days and your bad days.
"Is there anything wrong at home?" She asked next. I nodded no. "What about your classes, everything going okay?" I nodded no again. "What about swimming?"
"Champs are this weekend and districts are in two weeks," I said.
"Do you feel pressured to perform?" She asked.
"No. I am having a great season. I am already qualified for districts and as long as everyone on the team swims their best this weekend we will win the championship," I explained to her.
"Do you feel pressure from the team to be their leader and ensure their victory this weekend?" Damn she was persistent. I started to shift in my seat. I also couldn't help but start at her lovely blue eyes, her luscious red lips, and her dark blond hair.
'Damn I need to get laid,' I said to myself.
"What was that?" She ask.
'Shit did I just say that out loud,' I thought. "No ma'am. I don't feel pressure from the team. I couldn't ask for a better group of friends to be on the team with and we have made this journey together. If we win," I stopped and corrected myself with a smile, "When we win this weekend it won't because of me or my leadership it will be because of the team stepping up and doing their best."
"What would you say if I told you your coach disagrees?" She said looking me over.
"I don't know. What does he say?" I asked.
She pulled out another report. "All coaches are required to fill out evaluations on their team captains. He writes, 'Steve shows great promise. More potential than he is aware of. He inspires and rallies the team because he treats them as equals. Everyone knows they aren't his equal though. He always goes the extra mile to help his teammates become better. He is always on the side of the pool cheering along. He is the first one at practice and the last on to leave. He is not above doing the little things like filling up water bottles or pulling in lane lines. He never asks anyone to do anything he wouldn't do himself. I can honestly say he is a better leader this season than I am. If he opens his eyes and realizes the potential he has inside him he will go on to do great things in his life. I just hope he doesn't loose that humility in the process so I will never tell him anything more than good job.'" She then looked up to gauge my reaction.
I was speechless. I had no idea coach felt that way about me. It was also a major boost to my self-esteem and to my ego. I smiled.
"So you can see why we are concerned," Miss Hockersmith continued, "There is a major discrepancy between the evaluation your coach wrote the end of last semester and what your teachers are saying about you now," she paused, "So there has to be something bothering you. We are just worried and want to help before things get any worse."
I sat back in my chair and started running through everything in my head. There really was nothing majorly wrong with my life. Everything wasn't perfect mind you. I still had a certain level of teenage angst, pressures of homework, tests, parents, and friends. I still had run-inns with a few people that didn't like me, but I really had nothing to complain about. I then thought about not getting laid and just laughed.
"What is so funny?" She asked.
"Well," I said now becoming very embarrassed, "it's kind of personal."
