Author's note
I apologize for the delay on this chapter. Sometimes life gets in the way. Hopefully, I will be back on track, and will continue to post a chapter at least once per week. Thanks for the positive support.
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Continued from Chapter 3
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Greg sat and wondered what the night would bring. The last three nights had certainly been memorable. He still wasn't sure how he had gotten into this.
Just before 5 o'clock, Greg heard a car pull into the driveway. He started heading toward the door, knowing that it would be Catie arriving for the evening.
Catie was another one of those girls that had been such an important part of his teaching career. They did everything together, but where they picked up their nickname was because of volleyball. They started playing for the school, but soon the group decided to sign up for a private traveling team. Their skills noticeably improved.
Within a year they were winning every tournament they entered. By the time they got to high school, they were regulars at the state tournament.
Their freshman year, the traveling team took a group photo that they turned into a poster. They handed them out to friends and family members. But there was one poster that was different.
One day at practice, each of the girls signed a poster right next to her picture. On the back, they listed all the information you would expect to see on the back of a baseball card.
You would expect a poster like this would go to the coach, so she could remember her players. However, this poster was destined for Greg. The day they did the signing, the coach was a little confused. "Who is this Mr. Stevens, and why does he need this poster?"
Apparently it was Catie's mom that jumped in and said, "He was their English teacher a couple of years ago. He encouraged them to work together and to go for their dreams. You can claim credit for improving their skills, but you better give him sole credit for making them come together as a team."
The coach looked around at the other moms standing around, and saw that they were all nodding in agreement.
The next day, the girls showed up in Greg's room. He hadn't seen them together as a group since the year before. When they showed him the poster, it brought a tear to his eye. He immediately walked over to hang it on the wall where he would see it everyday.
All of this came back to him as he watched Catie come up the walk. Allison may have been the confident spokesperson for the group, but Catie was clearly the best athlete.
The best way to describe Catie was that she had a dancer's frame. She claimed to be six foot tall, but considering she was usually wearing heals, she always towered even taller.
There's a line in a Jethro Toll song about a girl whose "legs went on forever." They could have been writing about Catie. She had the longest legs Greg had ever seen. Of course, it probably helped that she liked to wear shorts and skirts that were cut well above the knee.
Tonight, she was wearing her long brunette hair up. Most of the time, it was in one of those ponytails that young girls seemed to like to swish back and forth.
She was dressed in a sequined blue cocktail dress. It was cut low enough between her breasts to guarantee that she was not wearing a bra. But it really wasn't necessary anyway. Like most top athletes, Catie was small breasted. Honestly, she looked like she was a fairly small B cup.
The hem of her dress was cut short. If she had been in school still, her dress wouldn't have come close to meeting the dress code. If she held her hands at her side, her fingertips would have been well below the bottom edge of the dress.
Greg just thought "Wow."
Before she stepped onto the porch, he opened the door to let her in.
"Wow, Catie, you're gorgeous!"
She stepped up to him, placed her hand on his chest, and leaned into him to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you!"
"So, what are the plans for the night?"
"Well, you need to go up and put on something nice. We're going dancing."
"Um, you know I'm not much of a dancer. I mean...I'm sure you're unbelievable at dancing, but I'm pretty much a klutz."
"Nonsense, it will be fine."
"No, I'm serious. I'm an idiot when it comes to dancing."
"Don't care. We're going dancing. You'll just have to let me lead." She smiled an evil smile.
Greg knew it was time to surrender. There was no way he was going to win this round. He stalked up to his room to get dressed.
When he came back downstairs, she told him, "Don't worry, we're going to keep it pretty low key tonight. But I love to dance, and more than anything, I want to dance with you."
Something about the way she said that made his heart jump a little.
They stepped out and went to her car. He opened her door, and waited for her to get in. Her dress was so short that it rode up her thighs. He was just trying to be a gentleman, but of course, he was treated to a lovely view of her lacy blue panties.
She again smiled a wicked smile as she met his eyes. Greg blushed.
He got in the passenger seat, and they took off. She headed for the highway out of town. They had been driving for about 45 minutes, and he started to wonder where they were going. She pulled into the parking lot of Tony's, one of the nicer restaurants in the next town. He had heard a lot about this place, but hadn't been here before. After all, he and his wife were both teachers. They couldn't afford to come to a place like this very often. He also knew this place usually had live music and a little dance floor.
For some reason, he was briefly concerned. When Allison took him to dinner, it was in an out of the way booth. This was more public. He knew it was only 6:30, but even from the parking lot, he could see there were already more people here.
But then Greg had an epiphany. He loved these girls, and he had made a commitment to be with them. He was incredibly proud of the women they had become, so why shouldn't he proud to be seen with them. Besides, how often does any man get to go out with a woman as beautiful and sexy as the young lady beside him?
He got out of the car and stepped around to her door. He opened it and reached to take her hand as she stepped out. As before, he was treated to a clear view of her lacy panties. It was clear that she shaved everything completely off. He felt his cock briefly stiffen as he thought about the evening to come. He had a feeling he would have a stiff cock on and off all night. Either that, or he would get so excited about how sexy Catie was, and have a hard cock all night long.
Because it was still fairly early, they were seated immediately in a booth near the little dance floor. It looked like the band was still setting up for the evening. The hostess seating them casually remarked that they usually started playing around 7.
Catie smiled and said, "Perfect. That gives us time to eat a little something first."
The waiter came over a few seconds later to take their drink orders, and to bring them some fresh rolls. Catie ordered an iced tea, reminding Greg that she was only 19 years old. He thought for a minute and decided to order a glass of white wine.
As soon as the waiter left, Catie dove into the basket of rolls. "I know carbs are bad for my figure, but I can't help it, I love the smell and taste of fresh bread."
Greg couldn't help but look her over. What he could see above the table was perfect. "You know, you clearly still train like a top athlete. As long as you do that, you can probably eat all the carbs you like, and still look as stunning as you do now."
She was just taking a little bite of a roll when she blushed and swallowed hard. "Do you really think I'm pretty?"
"I didn't say you were pretty. I've seen you sweaty on a volleyball court, hair pulled back in a ponytail, but still a little bit of a mess. Even at that point, I think you're one of the prettiest girls I've even seen. Tonight, I said you were stunning. You are gorgeous. You are a goddess. You are wearing the sexiest dress, your hair is perfect, you have unbelievable legs that go on forever, and you have the most beautiful eyes that show me the soul of the true Catie that's deep inside you."
He thought she was going to blush again, but she just looked at him in wonder, and said, "I love you so much."
"Catie, I love you, too."
Fortunately, they got a little break as the waiter brought them their drinks. They placed their orders, and then they were alone again.
"Catie, I'm still working through the complexities of being the lover to seven women."
"I can imagine it's a lot to figure out."
"Of course, I've know that I loved all of you since you were in my class. You were my girls, and I cared for you a great deal. But it was never a sexual kind of love. I never thought of any of you in that way, even up to last week. Well, the other thing I've found out the last few days, is that I'm a firm believer in love at first sight. Apparently I fall in love almost instantly. It happened with my wife when we first met. I knew immediately that we would be together for the rest of our lives."
He paused, and his eyes teared up a little. "Little did I know how that would turn out."
Catie reached her hand across the table to take his. With his other hand, he wiped his eyes.
"The last three nights, I fell in love each and every time. I'm falling in love with you as we speak. I look into your eyes, and I can't imagine my life without you in it forever."
Now, he could see tears forming in her eyes.
"I don't know what to say except that I'm in love with you, too. And I want to be with you forever as well."
