Amanda's daughter just loved playing hockey. Amanda wished Sandra was more interested in her school work or in drama or dance, or if she had to play a sport, why not tennis? When the coach of the girl's hockey team got sick, Amanda got sucked in to becoming coach on a temporary basis.
Amanda had done figure skating when she was in school, but she had no interest in hockey; however she knew how to skate and that's all it took for her to be made temporary coach.
Amanda had long chocolate brown hair that hung down to her shoulders, small but perky breasts and her ass seemed to stick out because she was small and slim. Amanda had always attracted a lot of male attention but she was happily married to Billie, her childhood sweetheart.
State regional finals started the following week for both the boys and girls hockey teams in Dryden, a town about 6 hours away by bus. Frank was the coach of the boy's hockey team and while Amanda did not know him well, what little she knew she didn't like. He was arrogant, cocky, and had an over inflated opinion of himself. He had even made a pass at her once, even though he knew she was married.
However now she had no choice but to work with him on all the things that had to be done. There were things like arranging bus transportation, reserving hotel rooms, and getting parental consent forms signed and collecting the necessary money. Frank was divorced so he suggested they meet in his apartment after school because his place would be a nice quiet place to work.
There was no way Amanda was going to his apartment so she reluctantly suggested they meet at her house. Frank said since he lived further away it would save time if they had dinner at Amanda's place and then they could get right to work. Amanda was a little annoyed at Frank inviting himself to dinner, but in a roundabout way it made sense so she said yes.
The 1st evening Amanda introduced Billie, her husband, to Frank, and then left them to make dinner. They went into the living room to wait for dinner. Frank sat in Billie's recliner chair and turned on the TV to the sports channel. Billie liked to watch the news when he got home but here was Frank sitting in his chair watching sports without even asking him. That was bad enough but Frank said he liked to have a couple beers before dinner; actually it was 3 or 4, so he had Billie running to the fridge and back bringing him beer. Billie had a beer to be sociable but after that he just brought beer for Frank.
When Amanda called them to dinner, Frank sat at the head of the table, and since neither one of them wanted to embarrass him, they let him sit there. Frank said, "Don't you have any wine Billie? I always have wine with dinner." They occasionally had wine so Billie brought out a bottle and poured 3 glasses. "What kind of cheap stuff is that? What does it cost, 3 dollars a bottle? That is not what you serve guests. I like Lavientia Red so since I am going to be here 3 evenings why don't you buy a bottle for tomorrow nights dinner?
After dinner Amanda asked Billie if he would do the dishes so that they could get started on their work. "To bad he can't cook dinner too," Frank said.
"Billie does cook dinner once in a while," Amanda said; "he's very good."
"Excellent," Frank said speaking to Billie. "You cook dinner and wash up afterwards for the next 2 nights; that will leave your wife and I more time to do the important stuff."
Amanda was surprised that Billie didn't say anything but since he didn't, she didn't either. They sat on the sofa and started reviewing the "to-do list." Amanda tried to keep some space between them but Frank kept moving closer until he had her against the arm of the sofa with his leg pressed against hers. Every time she leaned over to look at a document on Frank's lap, he would get a good look at her cleavage.
"Stop looking down my blouse," Amanda complained.
"If you didn't want me to see your tits you wouldn't have your blouse half undone." Amanda blushed when she realized the top 2 buttons had come undone. "Fine, I'll put the papers on your lap then," Frank said That turned out to be a bad idea because Frank used that as an excuse to feel her leg every time he fumbled with the papers.
One of the main jobs they had to do was call the parents, answer any questions they had, and get them to sign the consent forms. Frank had little trouble getting the mothers of the boys to sign, but Amanda had a much tougher time with the mothers of the girls. They asked a lot more questions so Amanda spent a lot more time on the phone. They alternated making the calls.
When it was Amanda's turn, as soon as she made a connection, Frank would move his hand from her leg to her crotch. She would try and push his hand away but she couldn't say anything because she was talking to one of the girls mothers. She had her legs crossed but Frank could still get a couple fingers between her legs. When she hung up, she was very angry. "Frank, you sick bastard, trying to feel me up while I talk on the phone and my husband could walk in anytime."
"Don't talk so loud or your husband might hear you? It's my turn to use the phone so you can return the favor and do me while I talk."
"I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on earth," she said in a lower voice.
When it was her turn to make the next call she said, "Now I'm warning you, don't touch me again." Amanda couldn't believe it, she had no sooner started talking on the phone and Frank had his fingers back between her legs. It wasn't a gentle loving caress either; it was hard thrusts with his fingers trying to force her legs apart. She pushed hard against his hand trying to prevent him from opening her legs but he was stronger than she and he was succeeding anyway. He had his hand between her legs when Billie walked in from the kitchen. Frank quickly withdrew his hand and Amanda was embarrassed but Billie didn't seem to notice as he came in and sat down. Shortly after that Frank said they had made a good start and they would continue tomorrow.
The following day when Frank showed up for dinner he was pleased to see Billie had bought the wine he wanted. After dinner Amanda told her husband to leave the dishes and do them later so that he could join them in the living room. Frank asked Billie if they had a TV in the den and when he said yes, Frank suggested Billie would enjoy himself more watching TV in the den than he would listening to their boring conversation. Billie agreed and Frank could see the flash of anger on Amanda's face but she didn't say anything. As Billie headed for the den Frank said, "And close the door so the noise of the TV won't disturb us."
