Tuesday morning, I walked into Winter Valley Junior High with less trepidation than the previous day. I liked the students in the science classes I was substituting in and the special assignment given me by Principal Van Buren. Though I wasn't so keen on his Win At All Costs philosophy, I enjoyed the first practice. Not to mention the players and my partner as coach, Dottie Madison.
One difference from Monday: no one stared at me as I walked the halls. The novelty of my presence had passed.
Down in my classroom my apparatus for mixing the additive for practice was already set up. I added the compounds I needed and started the processing. I had ordered some material on line to replace those that I borrowed from the supply room. They would arrive before Ms. Shaffer returned.
While I scanned the lesson plans for the day, my own teacher's pet entered the room. "Good morning, Mr. Wilson," said Bonnie. She had another tight shirt, this one light yellow, almost allowing her small dark areolas to sneak through.
"Hello. I see you survived the practice."
"Best practice ever," she said. "I'm glad we don't have to wear those sweats anymore. I was sweating like a pig in them."
"How do you feel otherwise?" I was curious about any aftereffects of my special solution. That was one of the unknowns when my roommate in college used it on his dates.
"I… ah, I'm…" Bonnie leaned close to me and whispered, even though we were the only two in the room. "I had to take a cold shower last night. It felt like my body was on fire."
"Exercise can do that to you," I said, knowing full well so could the aphrodisiac in my concoction. "No other problems?"
Bonnie shook her head no.
"Good. So are you ready for the surprise pop quiz?"
"No fair, Mr. Wilson. You didn't tell us about that."
"Always expect the unexpected. And don't worry. No quiz today."
I saw the relief in her face as she headed for her seat. When she sat down, I swore her skirt was shorter than the day before. The girl had nice legs, for an eighth grader. I was having trouble remembering how young my players were.
By the time 3:30 rolled around after the educational portion of the day, I was ready for the second practice. I had whipped up another batch of the special formula and added a bit of lemon flavoring to make it taste better.
Two people waited for me as I arrived. Dottie stood there in a fairly short miniskirt with black leather boots that almost reached her knees. If she had been a student, she would have been sent home to change. Next to her, Vicky, the little red-haired girl sat holding her stomach. I immediately thought of the flu.
"Are you all right?" I asked the student.
"I guess," she said hesitantly. "Ever since yesterday at practice I've felt funny in my tummy."
"Like you're going to throw up?" I asked.
She shook her head no. "It got worse when I was looking at Mr. Sanders in math class. It was like I wanted to show off my panties to him."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Vicky," I said with a chuckle. "Those feelings should pass by the time that the tournament is over. Now have your drink and then go get dressed."
"See what you started," said Dottie when the girl entered the dressing room.
"I like the outfit. I always thought you had nice legs."
"Very funny. This morning I woke up and out of the blue, picked this outfit. And then I was all the way to school before I realized I forgot to wear panties. Quit smiling. I had to fight the urge to sit on the edge of my desk and casually spread my knees. I ended up frigging myself off in the teacher's lounge. Twice."
"Remember, it's only two weeks."
"If I last that long."
The rest of the team filtered in. Still dressed in their school clothes, I sent them to the locker rooms with their fresh new uniforms. The team had been measured a few weeks before so these were supposed to fit.
"I hope they fit better than ours did," said Dottie.
As they emerged from the dressing room, I was taken aback at the fit. They gave a whole new meaning to the word baggy.
Poor little Emma had skinny legs and arms that made her look about eight years old. With her lack of height, her shorts almost reached to her ankles. With straight hips, the elastic waistband had no place to rest on, letting the shorts ride even farther down.
On the other hand, on Melissa, our most mature body, the shorts strained to stretch about her hips. Her other problem was the deep armpit area that exposed her bra material.
Kimmy's jersey was tight even though she had no tits to speak of. Bonnie's was loose enough to show off her cleavage.
The two boys weren't exempt from potential wardrobe malfunctions either. Robby was practically poured into his too tight jersey while Curtis had to hold up his shorts so his jock strap remained hidden.
I glanced at Dottie who rolled her eyes. So much for accurate measurements.
As the two of us put on our coach's thinking caps, Bonnie approached us. "I think my mom can fix these."
"I believe that might be a good idea," said Dottie. "I'll take some notes for her."
After uniform inspection, I sent them to shoot around. While I did have a covert plan to encourage teamwork, I also needed to know which students had talent. My fellow coach took the girls to the other end while I examined the boys. We followed that with passing drills and layup drills. At the end of the first hour, Dottie and I had preliminary assessments from the students. So I called the sweating kids together in our circle.
"All right," I said. "You actually look better than I expected. It does bother me that we only have two boys. However, when I glanced to the other end I saw an encouraging sign. Several of you exhibited the promising long range shots, things that will definitely help. Now we have about an hour left. I have your names on pieces of paper. We are going to hold a HORSE contest. The winner will get a special treat from Coach Madison. Oral sex."
I looked at the stunned expressions on the students. None were as shocked as Dottie.
"This is how I will motivate you. However, you cannot divulge what we are doing. That is a rule. Rules cannot be broken. Once you hear a rule from me or Coach Madison, you must abide by it. Do you understand?"
They all nodded. One by one they drew names for opponents, and our first round was underway.
This initial contest showed off the physical differences between players. Little Emma, the spry seventh grader with a flowing honey blonde ponytail, found herself totally overmatched by Curtis, the taller of the boys. Playing HORSE as we were, she couldn't use her greatest asset, her speed, while his lankiness allowed for easy shots inside. She also had her shorts threaten to fall off every time she jumped.
In the next, I pulled for the girl who sat in front of my lab bench in my first period class. Freckle-faced Bonnie with her auburn page cut took on sharpshooting farm girl Kimmy with her straw blonde twin braids flapping around for a long time. At first I thought my student might be nervous in front of me, or attempting to show off. Wrong on both counts. In fact both girls were very businesslike, matching shot for shot over several long runs. Tied at four letters each, Bonnie finally missed a long shot to give Kimmy the win. Even in defeat, the girl who wanted to be my teacher's pet held her head high.
Over her butterflies, the little red-haired Vicky took on a solidly build Robby. He wasn't much of a scoring threat, though defense can help the team also. Her medium jump shots easily knocked him from the competition.
Cousins Rocky and Cassie tangled with the latter schooling her younger relative. With both girls sporting brown shaggy manes, I could see the family resemblance even down to their exposed limbs and figures. Out of uniform, I figured I'd confuse them. Thank goodness for numbers on the uniforms to keep my sanity.
Silvery blonde Sandy stationed herself at the foul line and frustrated the taller Melissa whose black framed glasses that matched her hair color made her look like a fish out of water. Even when the latter made a lucky shot, it only delayed the outcome.
I originally hoped for a second chance round, but the time went faster than I hoped. For the second round, we shortened the game into HOR, bringing giggles from a couple of the girls. We also eliminated consecutive shots from the same location.
I held Curtis out, having already seen what he could do underneath. I really wanted to get a feel for the girls.
Kimmy and Vicky put on a show from the three-point range, trading baskets five times in a row. Kimmy moved back two feet and exposed Vicky as not having quite the range and took the contest.
Cassie and Sandy decided to stay around the key with much easier flat-footed push shots. After they refused to move outside, I gave them both HOR and eliminated both.
Having set out that round, Curtis looked rusty inside and had no shot from Kimmy's range. The girl shut him out, even though we again played all five letters.
Jubilant, Kimmy jumped high into the air and was mobbed by the other girls. Robby consoled Curtis with a couple of bro hugs.
Dottie approached me holding a couple of towels. "You weren't kidding about the… you know… for the winner, were you?"
I shook my head no.
"Then I brought some protection… for the gym floor, just in case." She pointed to a secluded place by the bleachers. "No one would care about the floor over there. That's where the six piece pep band sits during the game." It was as though she had done this before.
I went over to the celebration. "Good job. Good job, everyone. Especially you, Kimmy. Excellent shooting. Everyday we will recognize one or more players and their accomplishments. You are sworn to secrecy about what happens during a celebration. This is another rule. Do you understand?"
They all nodded. Having control of their minds was a good thing.
"Now, the question to you, Kimmy, is this: Do you want to claim your reward?"
"You mean, Coach Madison going down on me?" She didn't hesitate giving her answer. "Fuck yeah."
I could see the farmgirl coming through. "One rule we have to enforce. No sex in uniforms. At least until after the tournament. Do you agree?"
"No problem," said the girl as she pulled her jersey over her head exposing her tiny buds. "I skinny dip on the farm all the time after chores. My brothers like me that way."
I motioned for her to head over to the kneeling coach. "The rest of you, go watch if you want. It might be educational."
Dottie looked surprised at the crowd that formed, but simply shrugged the audience off. She tugged Kimmy's shorts to her knees and gave her panties a deep sniff before doing the same to them. She then ordered the girl to lie on the outstretched towel with her knees raised.
"Most of the time, you go slow with your partner, having her climax build over time. Today, we do the celebration technique." She turned her head to Kimmy. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen, almost fourteen. But I'm in eighth grade. I skipped a grade early on."
"Good," said Dottie. She slowly pushed her middle finger between her lips until it disappeared. Pulling it out quickly and displaying the thick coating of siliva, she then lowered her head until her mouth covered the girl's labia. And then Dottie's tongue started to do its magic.
She teased the slit before her tongue entered the crevasse. Lifting her head, she used her thumbs to part the outer labia and expose the glistening pink inner region. That brought a gasp of appreciation from Kimmy as her back arched.
Oohs and aahs came from the spectators as the tongue connected with the sensitive clit. Kimmy's body bucked like a bronco, rising up from the towel long enough for Dottie to locate her hidden rosebud within her ass crack and jamb the moist middle finger inside. The duel attack from tongue and finger brought the girl to the edge quickly. And Dottie finished the teen off with the killer instinct I remembered from her playing days.
I watched her teammates, all of which had their hands inside their shorts, doing whatever they could to stimulate themselves. I hoped this kind of a demonstration brought home my message.
Winners get to climax. Big time.
As we left the gym together, Dottie gave me a hug. "I think I see your plan. Eliminate the doubt in their minds."
"I was thinking more about just getting myself laid."
Dottie just laughed. "Do you have anyone in mind?"
"Are you volunteering?" A decade before I would have thrown myself at the girl.
"I wouldn't turn down the right proposition," she said with a smirk. "But I was more curious if you had someone else, perhaps someone younger, picked out."
"Since I control their minds, along with yours, I guess I could have anyone. It might be a hard choice."
"I have an idea," said Dottie with a mischievous giggle. "If we pull this off, I say we have one big orgy and fuck them all."
"Agreed." I was liking this new Dottie. Back in the day, she'd never have used the F word. Or even admit to knowing the meaning of orgy. Definitely not the prudish princess I thought out of my league.
Then there was the pussy eating. Her being enamored with girls wasn't even on my radar. I had the wrong genitals to appeal to her. Well, unless she was into everyone. Then I might have a chance. A small one.
I let out a huge sigh as my mind returned to reality. One more practice down. A few more and then we play for real.