Donna was at the school again; she could not help herself, she had simply had to come by here to see the coach about some matters. She had still not decided what, but she was sure he would fill in the blanks.
Her hair was loose about her shoulders, slightly curly today; she had on loose workout shorts which left all her long, lithe legs on display, and a zip up top, which actually quite loose.
Of course, under that she had on a thin, skin tight t shirt with no bra. She had had a drink or two, but was not near drunk, and yet she found herself getting in the car and driving up here. She knew the coach usually stayed at least an hour and a half after practice; she found her legs shaking as she got out of the car and walked into the school and the locker room, expecting it to be empty.
She stepped around the corner, and stopped in her tracks -- there were three young men there -- she recognized them all from the senior class; all were eighteen or nineteen, graduating this year.
"Um, hi, guys," she said softly, staring at their long legs. Two of them were without shirts, a thick bodied black guy and a whip thin white man whose name she thought was Jimmy, and their muscles stood out clearly, so different from her husband.
Before she could think of anything to say, one of the black men stepped forward: "My name is Nate, and this here is Jimmy and my brother Dale," he said, motioning to the skinny white guy and the other tall young black man. He had close cut hair, and was quite a bit more handsome than his muscular brother.
Donna introduced herself, shaking all the guy's hands. She was acutely aware of the way they looked at her long, tanned legs and the swell of her bosom beneath the zip up top.
She was just about to say that she was looking for the coach when three more young men stepped out of the shower area, towels wrapped around their trim waists.
They were all good looking. Rock, who she recognized as one of the quarterbacks, smiled and said, "Aren't you Mrs. Carter?"
Donna swallowed, suddenly nervous as the three young men, dressed in nothing but towels, stepped up beside her. She backed up till her was standing against a bench, the edge of it pressing into the backs or her knees.
"Um, yes, that's right," she said, smiling at the young men. She realized suddenly how alone she was, and asked if the coach was there. Right after Jimmy said he was gone but, thinking quickly added that "He should be back soon!" a slim, spiky haired eighteen year old said, "The word is you're a real slut, Mrs. Cater!"
"I -- ohn, my god!" she said -- she blinked, her head spinning -- she could not believe he would just say that! She shook her head, trying to think of something to say, and without thinking found herself sitting down on the bench. Jimmy and Rock immediately sat on either side of her, Rock telling Steve to shut up and apologize. "Now, the coach is gone for a few more minutes, Mrs. Carter, but what can we do for you?"
"Yeah, Mrs. Carter," Steve said, standing in front of her, his knees six inches from hers. His muscles also stood out in sharp detail, and she found she could easily see the thick length of the young man's penis through the thin towel. "I'm really sorry I called you a slut -- but you're so fuckin' hot!" he exclaimed.
She blushed, and blushed harder when all she could think to do was stutter a soft thanks at his compliment -- she looked so hot he thought she must be a slut!
Jimmy patted her shoulder, then began rubbing it softly and Rock patted her knee in a paternal way. She swallowed, but pretended not to notice when his hand, big and rough and hot, stayed on her silky little knee. After all, the coach would be back soon, she said to herself, and then blushed as she thought about what had happened the last time the coach had supervised a meeting between her and some students.
She gripped the edge of the bench -- she had to leave now! She tried to pull herself up, but the pressure of the hands on her shoulders and leg kept her rooted to the bench, even though those hands were not really holding her down, just rubbing and patting her.
She swallowed, but found she could not even let go of the edge of the bench. The young men talked about how the team was doing, and thanked her for running the snack stand at the last game. That made her think again of what had happened after the game, with the coach and the principle and the three other students.
She wondered bleakly whether that was where the rumor had come from, or if it had been from Danny.
Steve reached out and squeezed her right shoulder, and apologized again for calling her a slut; Jimmy's hand was now rubbing up and down her back, and his right hand was gently rubbing her slim arm. "I -- that just took me by surprise, young man!" she finally said, and then realized belatedly that by saying, "I apologize about calling you a slut," he was actually calling her a slut again!
