"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.
"Avy, you did it!" Miguel cheered, hugging me tightly while the entire school celebrated in the stands. I however was looking dumbstruck at the score. 'I can't believe that they actually won!' I thought while I watched my husband, the principal, celebrate our school team's victory.
An hour later, I was still in a state of shock as I watched the team strip out of their shorts in front of me in the team shower room. Each boy was more muscular than the next, and I blushed furiously at the sight of bulges in each of their boxers.
Meanwhile, I stood in front of them, their substitute coach. With my bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, big 36DD tits on my curvy body and big bubble butt, I knew I looked out of place as the only white woman in front of five half-naked 18-year-old black athletes in the boy's locker room. My beautiful face betrayed my nervousness and I stared blankly back at the team of black teenage studs.
"I should never have listened to Isis!" I whispered to myself, shaking my head.
***
Chapter 1 : The Bet
Two Months Ago
I'm Avy Scott, the school biology teacher. I'm happily married to Miguel, the school principal and the love of my life. We've got two amazing kids: Kayla, my elder daughter, a senior in school and Manny, my younger son. I had always wanted to be a teacher; I was the youngest teacher to join Richmond High, and even after being here for 11 years now, I still love teaching.
Richmond High was always an average-sized public school, but after Miguel became principal, things changed. He focussed on academics first, getting our student scores above national averages within two years of joining. After that, he decided to aim for sports, hiring two great coaches, Coach Carter and Coach Simmons, for the baseball and basketball teams.
Things seemed to be going well with baseball, with Coach Carter being an excellent fit. But, in my opinion, Coach Simmons was a horrible pick for the basketball team. He may have been a famous coach with excellent credentials and a stellar record. But to me, he was the most obnoxious pig of a human I'd ever met.
His game plan didn't make any sense to me at all, and I knew my stuff. I had played basketball for four years during college, making it onto the state champion team. I had even been scouted by a few recruiters before I realized that I preferred Teaching as a career, rather than aim to be a professional athlete.
However, even though I'd become a biology teacher at the school; I loved basketball and made sure to attend every game, supporting my school team, the Richmond Rattlers. We had always been an average team and had high hopes for improving in the rankings after Coach Simmons joined. But after a couple of games watching the Rattlers get pummeled by our opponents, I just had to say something. One day, after a bad match, where we had lost by more than twenty points. I went up to the coach to give some feedback.
I headed up straight to his office, fully intent on giving him a piece of my mind. "I don't know why you keep sending your point guard to cover their centre?" I fumed at the man.
Coach Simmons was a man in his early 40s, with thick grey hair and a permanent smug look on his face. He was busy signing some forms in his office but paused and looked back at me when I entered, eyeing my body from my heels to my tight pencil skirt. His eyes lingered at the cleavage of my breasts before he spoke in his thick drawl, "And why the F- should I listen to the biology teacher about basketball plays?"
I blushed, taken aback and replied, my voice faltering slightly. "Y-you are not the only one who knows a thing or two about basketball. You're covering our centre man with a guard half his height! How do you expect that to work? You need to switch it up with your strategies, or we will never win."
His eyes never left my tits as he chuckled in condescension, "I'll make a note of that, sweetheart. Now run along and teach those kids biology, eh? Don't worry your pretty little head about the basketball team now..." he turned away dismissively without listening to me further.
This continued for the next two months, I would try to talk to coach Simmons many times about his plays, but he would just stand there leering at my tits all the time to listen to me. I tried talking to Miguel, but he only laughed, telling me to leave the Coach alone.
However, after our basketball team lost five games in a row, the boys were so disheartened that most dropped out of the team. Rather than accept his mistake and work on it, Coach Simmons quit and joined one of the other schools in our district instead, claiming that nothing could be done for the team if the boys themselves weren't talented.
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"See. I told you for months that he was a bad fit. But you didn't listen to me Miguel!" I told off my husband.
"And I already said that I'm sorry Avy. But that still doesn't help me. We need a new coach fast and I am out of options." he sighed and shook his head while sitting behind his desk.
"Make sure you hire someone who actually knows something about the sport. Don't just hire them based on their reputations!" I said as I leaned over my husband's desk.
"Yes honey. I will make sure to hire someone who has atleast the same knowledge of the game as you do--" he began speaking and then paused as he eyed me up, a smile forming on his lips.
"What? What are you thinking, Miguel?" I knew that smile, and it always meant trouble for me.
"Why don't you be the substitute coach?"
"What! Are you crazy? I'm the biology teacher. I know about basketball but nothing about coaching 18-year-old boys."
"Please mi amor! It'll just be for a few months," he pleaded with me. "Simmons left us with only five players. We've already lost the five games, and I need someone to keep the team together until I find a replacement."
I was tempted; it might be a chance to prove myself after months of being ignored. But it just wasn't possible.
"Miguel, I've got my own classes to handle..." I protested, flipping my blonde hair out of my face as I looked at him. "And I don't think you'd ever get the school board to approve a woman to take over the boy's team. It's never happened before."
"You don't need to worry about that; I'll handle them, and regarding the workload, it's not going to be much. There are only five players left on the team. Coach Carter's son, Duane, is the captain; he's good enough to lead and train the team. But I need at least one adult who knows at least a little bit of basketball to be there during practice so that we actually have a team left by the time I can find a replacement..." Miguel reasoned with me. I sighed and shook my head, knowing he wouldn't give this up.
"Alright, alright", I nodded reluctantly; I could never say 'No' to Miguel if he needed me.
