The Substitute Girlfriend

Note: Big Thanks to my editor Xyster as always for the major suggestions/rewrites on this story - it's as much his story as mine.

'Hi, you've reached Kayla. I can't get to the phone right now but please leave a message after the beep.'

"C'mon babe. I know you're mad but let's talk about it. Please call me back when you get this." I hung up the phone and sighed. It had already been a whole day and Kayla still wasn't picking up her darn phone or returning any of my texts.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jack, my best friend, asked in a distracted tone as he took out a zombie with a headshot. It was Saturday night, and I had dropped by his place after dropping off the flowers at Kayla's. "You know she'll come around. Kayla's crazy about you; she always has been."

I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely convinced, "Well, yeah... I guess so. But something's been off lately with her."

"What happened, again, exactly? I thought things were great between the two of you. Heck, you've been together ever since high school."

I hesitated a bit, wondering if I could trust my friend with the truth, before finally spilling, "Well... we were hanging out at my place last night after the game and well, making out like usual. And... well... Kayla wanted to move a bit faster than I was comfortable with, and I kind of said no."

Jack paused his game, looking at me wide-eyed in disbelief, "Wait... wait... what now?"

I nodded sheepishly, feeling more embarrassed than ever, "Well you know how my family is about sex. And how Kayla and I promised to save ourselves..." I began, letting out a sigh as Jack nodded, "Well... For some reason, last night, she kinda acted like she didn't want to wait. When I told her 'No', she got upset and stormed off."

"Dude, I really don't understand you. If I had a girlfriend like Kayla, I'd fuck her brains out every chance I get!"

I frowned and shot Jack a disapproving look.

"Oh, come on, man! I know she's your childhood sweetheart and all, but seriously... dating the hottest girl in school and still being a virgin just seems plain stupid."

I shook my head and let out a sigh of defeat. He was right, after all! Kayla was drop-dead gorgeous, with a body to die for. I had even noticed Jack check her out at times, and to be honest, I couldn't blame him for doing so. I mean, who wouldn't? Her long wavy blond hair, her big, bright, blue, innocent eyes and curvy hourglass figure made every guy drool over her, whenever she walked past them.

My silence on the topic seemed to encourage Jack to press the issue, "You know that half the guys at school would kill to be with her. Michael from her debate club, Jim from her swim team and hell, there's rumors that she's getting quite chummy with Duane Carter recently. If she dumps you for being too much of a prude, don't say I didn't warn you."

I chuckled at the mention of Duane's name, "Yeah, sure. Kayla and Duane? Seriously? You do realize those two would more likely kill each other than date, right? I mean she hates his guts with passion. She's just helping her mom out, that's all. Besides... I trust her. She loves me."

Jack simply shrugged and pressed play once again, continuing where he had left off. I shook my head and continued to watch his game.

Jack, and everyone else, never really understood that what Kayla and I have, is special. Sure, we weren't like most couples in high school, who'd have sex every chance they got, only to then break up within months, but that's because we knew we were different and destined to end up together. I was a very lucky son-of-a-bitch to be dating her.

I picked up my phone and gave her another call, but it went to voicemail, again.

'C'mon baby, where are you?'

***

Meanwhile... Kayla...

"Mmmmh, oh God... oh GOD... OH GOD!!!" I moaned as Duane's cock slammed into me from behind, gripping my hips tightly to keep me in place, while I buried my face into the pillow.

My entire body trembled with pleasure. Pleasure that I'd never felt before, as my pussy was stretched to its limits, to accommodate his massive girth, and my mind went blank with ecstasy.

"That's it. Take that cock," he grunted, pounding me faster and harder. "I knew you were hungry for this. Miss Goody-two-shoes isn't so innocent now, huh?"

I wanted to smack that smug smirk off his face but God! Despite each fiber of my being wanting to hate this so much, I couldn't deny how fucking good it felt. But I couldn't well admit that to him.

I lifted my head slightly off the pillow and turned to glare at him, "In... Mmmm....your... dreams... Aaaahhh!"

"Keep telling yourself that Princess. But it looks to me that my big black cock is going to get you addicted. Your pussy's milking me like it doesn't want to let me go?" He teased, slapping my ass as I cried out.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face flashed across my screen as my phone lit up, inches away from my face. I quickly swiped ignore, blushing with embarrassment as Duane snickered.

"Aww... What's wrong? Worried your boyfriend will find out you're a nasty slut, who craves chocolate?"

"S-Shut up... Ahhh... Mmm... I... love Tom, and I'm not a slut. I'm only... oh fuck... I'm only doing this to... Ahhh... protect my family!" I stammered.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face popped back up on my screen but before I could swipe ignore, Duane's voice interrupted me, "Answer it!"

"What? No. I can't..." I began, but before I could protest anymore, he had snatched my phone away and pressed answer.

He put it on speaker mode and dropped it near my face on the bed as Tom's gentle voice called out to me, "Hey Kayla... Are you there?"

I bit my lip to muffle my moans and bent down to the phone, while Duane still fucking me from behind, "H-hey... T-Tom..."

***

Chapter 1 - Mom's Secret

One Month Ago...

"Yes! I can't believe it! The Richmond Rattlers have done it! They're through to the playoffs!" The announcer cheered over the loudspeaker as the crowd went crazy.

Despite all the odds, a rag-tag team of misfits and my mom had done it. We were in the playoffs for the first time in over ten years. I rushed down the bleachers to my mother, Avy Scott, the Substitute Coach for our basketball team.

Mom seemed to be in shock as she looked at the score board. But the moment I rushed up to her, she smiled widely and pulled me into a hug, "Kayla! Oh, honey, I can't believe it! We actually did it!!"

I was so happy for her that I almost jumped into her arms, "You sure did, Mom. I'm so proud of you!"

"Congratulations Mrs. Scott!"

"Congratulations, Coach!"

"Congrats..."

I wanted to stay, but the constant stream of people congratulating my mom pushed me to the side.

"You know that I would have bet a Million dollars that we would never beat Eastwood!" my boyfriend, Tom, walked over with a grin on this face and squeezed my arm, "But I guess miracles really do happen, huh?"

I gave him an angry pout as I playfully punched his chest, "Excuse me, Mister?! I'll have you know that Mom has been working very hard with the team--for weeks--to get us here."

"Relax, Babe! I'm just joking around," Tom smiled and pinched my cheek, "Your Mom is a Superstar. She really pulled through for the school."

"I know. She's so awesome!" I leaned into his arms as we watched the team's celebrations. I giggled as I saw Dad having a hard time making his way through the crowd of students to get to Mom. And when he finally did, he pulled her in for a soft kiss on the lips.

"It's the first time I'm seeing Principal Miguel engage in some PDA at school!" Tom chuckled.

"Me too! Dad's not usually big on such a show of affection. It doesn't gel well with his strict Principal persona," I giggled.

"But they do look good together," Tom said, wrapping his arms around me, "Just, like us, huh, Babe!"

"Yeah... They sure do," I beamed as I looked at Mom and Dad, and then at Tom, lovingly. I wondered if we will be lucky enough to end up just like Mom and Dad.

I mean, we have a similar story. Tom and I have been dating since high school, like my parents did when they were in high school. My parents love him; the teachers love him; my friends love him; heck, everyone loves Tom. He was tall, good-looking, charming, and such a gentleman. Everything a girl could ever ask for.

But sometimes I wonder if things can ever be too perfect?

"Oh, if it ain't Miss Goody-Two-Shoes!" I heard a familiar smug voice behind me. I rolled my eyes, knowing that voice anywhere: Duane Williams, 6 foot 4 inches, star athlete, captain of the basketball team, and an all-around obnoxious bully.

"Hi Duane," Tom nodded in his direction, as the cocky jerk... jock... approached, "great game tonight, man. I can't believe you guys won!"

"Thanks, bro!" Duane smiled and gave Tom a high-five before turning to me and giving me that smug grin, "Not going to congratulate me, Kayla?"

I rolled my eyes at him and folded my arms, "Good game, I guess. But don't let it get to your already inflated ego."

"Ouch, girl, that hurt," Duane faked a frown.

While Tom chuckled at the two of us, "You two never miss a chance to fight, do you?"

"I don't mind; I just love it when your girl gets all feisty like that," Duane said with a giant smile on his face.

I glared at Duane in anger, but before I could retort, the rest of the team showed up and pulled him away towards where my mother and father were standing. No doubt they all wanted to celebrate their win with their Coach.

"Ugg... I hate that guy's guts! I can't believe you are friends with him!" I grumbled, as Tom chuckled.

"He's not that bad, Kayla. Sure, he's a bit cocky, but Duane's a decent guy, deep down. Maybe you should try to get to know him better."

"I'd rather take a pass on that, thanks. He's a complete jerk, as far as I'm concerned!" I stated with a huff, not liking the idea in the slightest. Luckily, my dad peeled off from the crowd and walked up to Tom and me.

"Mom's not coming?" I asked, as Dad shook his head.

"Nah... She wants to treat the team for their win tonight. So, I say we head home, kiddo. Your mother will catch a ride later," he said with a chuckle, "you want to join us for dinner, Tom."

"No, sorry sir, I've got some homework to finish. Next time for sure," Tom declined politely and then leaned in to kiss me goodnight on the cheek, as my dad smiled at us. Tom never kisses me on the lips in front of our parents.

"He's a good kid, that one. Don't let him get away, alright!" My dad teased me, and I blushed with embarrassment.

"That he is..." I muttered under my breath and looked back at Tom walking away. As I turned, I briefly glanced at Mom and frowned as I watched her heading towards the locker room with the team, Duane's arm wrapped around her waist.

'Weird!'

***

Over the next few weeks, Mom practically disappeared into her work as she coached the team tirelessly. Practicing day and night to get the team into shape for the upcoming playoff match. I hardly ever saw her anymore, and when I did, she was always exhausted and drained.

However, I couldn't help but notice a change in her. Mom seemed happier; she always had a smile on her face. Not to mention how much sexier she began to dress lately. Mom has always been an incredibly attractive woman; beautiful, with a bombshell body, long blonde wavy hair, bright blue eyes, the works!

Then, Mom's style and sense of clothing also changed. Gone were her old, somewhat bland, conservative clothes, and in their place were sexy outfits that accentuated her curves. Maybe it was the confidence she got after winning her first game, or maybe it was something else, but I couldn't help but notice my mom's sexy new look.

My Dad, on the other hand, was clueless, as always. He did note how much her work was tiring her out. Therefore, one night, during dinner, he came up with the idea of me joining the team as a temporary team manager. Mom was reluctant at first, but eventually agreed to let me help out.

Truth be told, I practically jumped at the opportunity. I'd missed spending time with Mom, and I wanted to make sure she was doing okay.

So, the following Monday, I put on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt and joined Mom for practice with the team. I wanted to wear something comfortable for running back and forth during practice, but couldn't help but notice their lecherous gazes as they quickly gathered around us when she blew her whistle.

You see, our school gym uniforms have always been a bit... let's just say... revealing. It's not that obvious of a problem when you're with a large group of girls. But when you're surrounded by a bunch of horny teenage boys in an empty gym, well, let's just say I felt like I was a piece of meat being paraded in front of a pack of wolves.

I was wearing a white T-shirt that hugged my curves tight, as well as my short red shorts that showed off my toned legs along with the bottom curve of my ass. I tried to pull the hem of my shorts to cover my bum a bit, but it was a losing battle against my bubble butt.

"Guys... Meet our new Team Manager!" Mom introduced me to the team, oblivious to their stares, "Principal Miguel believes that she can help us out with keeping track of schedules and other team responsibilities We can then focus on the game better."

I was about to chip in and add to that when Duane whistled and smirked at me, "I'm not sure we'll be able to focus at all with the hottest coach AND the hottest cheerleader around us at training..."

I knew that if I let this pass, I'd have them teasing Mom and me all the time, so I wasn't in the mood to take any of his crap.

"I'm NOT your cheerleader, Duane. I am the Team Manager, and you can take those dirty thoughts of yours out of your head. Like I told you guys last time, I have a boyfriend already, so it's better that you guys do not waste your time hitting on me. Instead focus on your practice!"

"Oh Snap!" The other boys exclaimed collectively as I called him out in front of everyone.

Duane looked at me with that irritating smile and took a step forward so that he was towering over me, but I was determined to not back down to him. We continued to glare at each other until he finally shrugged, after muttering, "I like your attitude, Miss Manager. It's gonna be fun having you around..."

My mom seemed to be a little taken aback by the scene and quickly took charge. She called the team around and made them start with a few laps to warm up. I turned to her with a grin on my face.

"Is he always this cocky?" I asked her, making mom blush a little, "I can't believe he was trying to flirt with the both of us! How do you tolerate him? I hate guys like that!"

"Well, he is a bully for sure," Mom mumbled shyly, "but he's also one of the best players I've ever seen. The whole team works hard because of him; I guess that's why I cut him some slack..."

"Well... I'm glad that I'm here to help you now, Mom," I smiled at her reassuringly, "You can focus on your coaching and I'll keep their minds focused on basketball, instead of on ogling you OR me! Trust me... I've dealt with guys like Duane before. They might act all cocky, but I know how to shut them down."

It was evident that Mom had her hands full with this lot and I was determined to help. For the rest of the practice, her entire team, led by Duane, made it no secret that they were checking me out. From the corner of my eye, I caught them looking and staring, but I wasn't going to give them the pleasure of knowing that it bothered me. I was going to help my mom win this championship, no matter what. If that meant dealing with a bunch of horny jocks, so be it.

***

"So how was practice today?" Tom asked as we sat in the bleachers later that evening.

"I don't know how my mom manages to handle these idiots," I said, rolling my eyes, thinking back to the way the team just ogled both my mom and I the entire time, "You should see how much they tease Mom!"

"It's just guys being guys, Kayla. It's just how some guys vent out when stressed. Cut 'em some slack," Tom laughed, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "They are training like crazy, doing everything your mom is making them do. So, maybe, it's not that much of a big deal?"

"I guess you're right," I sighed reluctantly. He did have a point about that. Despite all the teasing, Mom WAS training the hell out of them, and they were following her orders to a T. And... it was all because of Duane.

Mom was right; he might be the most cocky and arrogant jerk, but from what I could see, it was Duane who was working the hardest on the team. Focussing not just on his own game, but barking orders to the others to listen to Mom's instructions properly, if they were slacking off.

Even I had to admit, I had never seen this side of Duane before.

"Well... maybe I can try to be a bit nicer with them," I relented, causing Tom to chuckle.

"Only a bit?"

"I'm not a push over!" I laughed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

***

"So, Kayla, how was your first day helping out Mom?" Dad asked the same question as Tom over dinner later that night, "Is your mom just as strict on them as the rumours around school are making out to be?"

Mom rolled her eyes as I smiled and nodded, "Oh you should have seen her Dad! She's training them like a drill sergeant!"

"Not true," Mom laughed and took a sip of her wine, "I'm only making sure they put in the hard work. Motivation does the rest."

"Whatever you're doing, must be working," Dad noted with a proud grin, "Carter is pretty happy with how much Duane, in particular, has improved. That boy was starting to turn into a troublemaker."

"Oh, it's nothing like that, Miguel," Mom smiled shyly, "Duane just needed the right motivation that's all..."

"Well, whatever you are doing to keep him motivated, keep doing it for at least the next few games," Dad laughed, taking another sip of his wine, "His father is trying to rope in a scout to come see him play during one of the next few games."

"Oh, don't worry, Miguel. I've got that under control," Mom replied with a mischievous wink.

"Yes. But..."

We were interrupted by the main door opening and the sound of my younger brother Manny's shuffling feet as the main door slammed shut.

"Manny, you're late. Dinner was at 8!" Mom called out, but instead of coming into the kitchen as usual, he called out that he wasn't hungry and went up to his room without even a hello.

"That's strange," Dad said with a frown, "I wonder what's wrong?"

Mom sighed, "It's something at school. He just won't talk about it. Kayla and I both tried talking to him about it but we got nothing."

"Oh, let him have his privacy," Dad shrugged, "he probably just had a bad day."

***

The next few days were quite hectic as I tried my best to keep things running smoothly. Mom was becoming more and more stressed as the quarterfinals approached, and I did my best to help lighten her load. Between scheduling practice times and handling logistics for away games, I barely had any time to hang out with Tom.

The good thing though was that I was getting closer to Mom. Except for a few post-practice strategy sessions, which Mom asked me to skip as she wanted some alone time with the team to give them a pep-talk, I was practically with her almost every hour of every day outside of classes.

"How did you get these guys to improve so much in such a short time?" I asked her one day as we stood by the court watching the guys go through their shooting drills.

To my surprise, she blushed a deep-red and seemed really embarrassed by the simple question. "Well, it hasn't been easy, but I try to motivate them and I made some rules to keep them in check too..."

"Rules, as in?" I inquired and to my surprise Mom just evaded the question, "Oh it's nothing major sweetie. Just making sure they have no outside distractions and focus only on the game!"