Suburban Bliss
Chapter 7 -- Of Season Training
So much was changing with the coming year, and it felt as though I was at the center of it all. Scott had been accepted to a college almost six hours away and Harold had been granted a promotion at work that would extend his hours and include travel. With my husband out of town for days at a time, Jenna had decided to move back into the house to help keep me company. School was only a thirty-minute drive for her after all, and we had the whole Summer before it started up again. As a sidenote, my daughter is fucking insatiable. It's every night with her now. Like a little brat, she won't go to bed without me coming to tuck her in, door locked, sheets pulled back, pussy eaten. I love my baby, but my jaw is getting sore.
Roxie, Monica, and I were spending more and more time together as well, which I loved. It wasn't exactly common knowledge that Roxie owned the sex shop across town, and anyone who did know about it certainly wasn't saying so. Since she didn't advertise, for someone to know what she did for a living they would have to be a customer. Nobody could point a finger at her without pointing four fingers back at themselves.
With Roxie a new and exciting part of my life, Coach Eli Simms was accepted into our little circle of friends as well. He'd been seeing her for years, and both my husband and Monica's were huge sports fans. Eli used to play pro ball, so they were happy to have him around. They may not have felt so welcoming if they knew he was fucking the daylights out of me on the regular, or that he'd had more than a few romps with both their daughters as well. They took pride in their tolerance, overjoyed to have a 'black' friend to invite to poker night. I found the whole thing funny as hell.
Even in the off season, Eli kept his boys close and kept up their training. Since he was starting as the head coach at the local college in the fall, and most of the boys from Whitney High were along for the ride, he was pushing them to practice every chance they got. I was requested on the sidelines, having been their cheerleader for the last few years. It was a little strange, seeing as Scotty was no longer on the team, but Harold didn't argue. He just assumed I was becoming as big a sports fan as he was. Couldn't argue with him there. I had Stallions fever for sure.
The gym at the community college was ten times bigger and nicer than the one the boys were used to, and the number of boys on the team had doubled with the introduction of Eli's boys to the squad. With the athletics department increasing their funding, and faith in Eli to bring a real challenge to the local universities, a lot was hanging on the coming year. I was not alone in the stands as the boys went through their drills.
"You're Samantha Burke, right?" A female voice got my attention as this towering black woman appeared courtside. I hadn't noticed her at first, sipping my sports drink as I watched with interest as Will pushed down the court in his sexy shorts, that perfect ass of his driving me to the edge of my seat with excitement as he made his jump shot with swanlike grace.
I turned, smiling as she stepped up into the stands and had a seat beside me. She was stunning, in a form fitting black dress tucked under a business casual blazer, complete with gorgeous Prada heels and dark stockings. Whitney Marshall was easily over six foot six in bare feet, and fucking stunning to behold. She had these glowing golden eyes that reminded me of a jungle cat, and wild curly hair that danced around her milk chocolate face like a lion's mane. Everything about her was feline, feminine, and fucking hot.
"I'm the Assistant Dean." Whitney informed me, sliding up close and offering her hand in greeting. "Big fan of your daughter, and Carlie as well. I know they're close. Dean Markus speaks highly of them, and of you as well."
I tried to think hard as I sat beside her, wondering if I had met the Dean in the last few weeks. The truth is a lot blurs together when you're face down in a sea of black cock. I knew he'd had both Carlie and Jenna more than once, and he could have been at Roxie's bar-b-que, but I wasn't certain if he had ever fucked me. I had to laugh at the thought. I was such a whore, and more and more proud of it every day.
"I wanted to speak to you about the upcoming year." Whitney said. She slid in closer as she spoke to me. Her hip pressed alongside my own and she took a long while to release my hand after we'd been introduced. Beneath her dress I could see she had a body like a fierce Amazon warrior, with legs designed to drive men to tears, a big bottom that made my own mouth water, and a pair of tits that had a delicious little jiggle and bounce when she spoke. "I was hoping to pull you aside and speak to you about the possibility of having you sign on to coach a girls' basketball team. With the new funding, we have the resources to put one together for the first time. Jenna and Carlie have both shown interest."
This was news to me, but it got my attention. As an added bonus, her hand resting on my thigh got my motor running as well. Over the last few weeks, I had discovered a depraved obsession with chocolate skin, as well as gorgeous women. Whitney represented a combination of two of my favorite things and the sparkle in her eye seemed to tell me she was more than a little interested in some one on one off the court.
"I do have some more time on my hands." I said, pausing as I turned into her. The scent of jasmine hit me as she leaned in closer, heat coming off her body in waves as I baked in her presence. "Harold is working a lot more, and Monica has her job with the realtors. Pretty soon I'll have a lot more free time."
"You'd bee working closely with Eli as well." She said, grinning as she gave my thigh a little squeeze. The way her hand dug into me at the mention of his name said everything without the need for words. Her smile confirmed it. Whitney Marshall knew a whole lot more about me than I did about her. "I know you have a very close relationship with the boys on the team, and I think you could add a lot to Eli's coaching style and still have plenty to offer the girls on your squad."
If she was saying what I think she was saying, she was solving one of my biggest problems and offering me a wicked outlet for my newfound obsession as well. It was only a matter of time before Harold started to question my interest in the basketball squad, minus Scotty. If I took her up on her offer, it would all seem perfectly professional. Having a whole pack of gorgeous young girls to mold and develop was the icing on the cake. If even half of them were as wanton and willing as my own daughter, showering after practice would be a new highlight to my day. We could even save on water for the school if the boys and girls shared.
