After a long, hot summer of doing almost nothing but work (and the occasional visits from some FWB's), I was looking forward to August, when my son's football team starts practice. I help coach the team, and have always enjoyed getting out there with the kids, and teaching them the game that I love. It doesn't hurt that quite a few of the moms are pretty damn cute, too.
One evening, I was working with one of my lineman, who had made a remarkable turn- around from the year before. This year, he had gone from where-can-I fill-him-in, to holy-crap- the-kid-became-a-stud! I was teaching him some technique while we were waiting for his mother to pick him up after practice.
I had met mom the year before, while I was going through my divorce. While I thought that she was cute, she was a bit heavier than I usually like my women, plus, she had a boyfriend that I thought he was a bit of an ass, just from some of the things that I had overheard him saying to her, and her son.
While I was talking to him, I heard this voice call out to him, and we both turned around. The sight that greeted me was quite a pleasant surprise. A woman was walking up to us in a tank top and a short pair of shorts, with a nice set of stems coming out of them.
"Hi coach. I'm sorry I'm late. I had to stay at work a little later than usual. Thanks for staying with Eric for me." the lady said.
I must have had quite a shocked and confused look on my face, because she looked at me and said "You DO remember me, don't you? I'm Eric's mom, Jennie."
"Yes, of course I remember you!" I answered. "I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you at first."
"Yeah, that's what everybody says. I lost 300 lbs over the spring and summer." she giggled.
"I'm sorry, 300 lbs.?" I asked.
"Yep. Of course 250 of that was that cheating ass of a boyfriend of mine, but 50 was all on my own." she replied.
"Wow. Well, I've got to tell you, you look great! Congrats on all 300 lbs." I told her.
"Thanks. I feel a hell of a lot better, let me tell you!" she said. "Well, we've got to get going. I'm hungry, and I'm sure my eating machine here is too."
As I was packing up the rest of our gear, I watched her walk away, and was entranced with the way her ass swayed in those shorts she was wearing."Damn," I thought to myself, "I hope she picks him up more often!"
As the season progressed, I saw more and more of Jennie, and she looked better every time. After a scrimmage that we had against one of the local powerhouses in our area, we sat the kids down and gave them a pep talk. While I was giving my part of the rah-rah speech, I was looking around at the parents, also, who were all standing a few feet behind the team, and I noticed Jennie looking at me and smiling.
Afterwards, she came up to me and started talking to me about how her son was doing this season, and if there was anything that he could do to improve his game. I told her that Eric was doing fine, and was significantly improved over last year.
When I knew that our conversation was drawing to an end, I looked at her and said "I know that this may be inappropriate, being Eric' s coach, and that I should probably wait until the end of the season, but, would you like to go out for a drink some time?"
To my surprise, she smiled at me and answered "I would love to. I was wondering if you were ever going to ask me."
We decided to go out for dinner on our first date. She told me that her favorite Italian place was a little Mom-and-Pop restaurant that just happened to be about two blocks from my apartment. I told her that I have never been there, and that it sounded like a nice place to have dinner.
We decided to meet at the restaurant, since she would be dropping her kids off first. Even though I only live a couple of blocks away, I decided to drive there, just in case dinner went well, and we went some place after. I got there early, and waited in my truck, in the parking lot.
When she got there, I got out, and was immediately stopped in my tracks. Jennie got out of her car, and was wearing a short summer dress, that was low cut in the front, and a pair of sandals. The way the dress formed around her hips, her firm looking legs sticking out from the bottom, and the nice display of cleavage that the low neck line gave, I could almost feel the blood starting to rush to my dick.
They put us in a booth in a quiet corner of the place, and brought us our menus. The waitress asked if we would like a drink while we were looking over the choices, and I asked Jennie if she wanted to get a bottle of wine.
"Oh, that sounds nice, but I've got to warn you, I get a little dangerous when I drink wine sometimes." she told me, with wicked little grin on her face.
"In that case, make it two bottles." I joked with the waitress, and picked out a bottle of red that I thought Jennie would like.
Over dinner, we got to know more about each other, and she told me that she could tell that I was going through a rough time last season, because of the way that I got mad over a couple of little things, and the same things didn't bother me at all this year. I explained that my ex hit me with the divorce one week into the practice season, and we were battling the whole season. I knew that it was affecting me, but I didn't know that it was that obvious.
"You've got to remember, I'm a bartender. It's my job to pay attention to people." she told me. "You definitely seem more together and easy-going this year. That's a good thing."
As we finished dinner, and we were well into our second bottle of wine, I joked with her that I thought she seemed to be handling her wine pretty well.
"I didn't say that I couldn't handle wine," she answered, "I said that I get dangerous when I drink wine. The question is, will you be able to handle me?"
I took that as a challenge, and smiled at her. "I guess we're just going to have to find out, aren't we?" I told her.
"Oh, you think you're man enough, huh?" she asked, as the waitress came to the table. "We'll have another bottle, please." Jennie told the girl, as she gave me her wicked grin again.
"Oh, damn," I thought to myself, "I better buckle up. This could be a wild ride!"
By the time we finished the third bottle, we were both pretty buzzed, and feeling damn good. I paid the bill, and as we walked out, the owner came up to us and asked if we wanted him to call a taxi for us.
"That's ok, I just live a block away. I told him.
"Isn't that convenient," Jennie asked, "No wonder you agreed to this place so easily. You thought you would get me drunk, and take me back to your place."
"You're the one who ordered the third bottle of wine." I reminded her.
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" she giggled.
We decided that we would walk back to my place, to walk off dinner, and because the cops in my town have no sense of humor when it comes to drinking and driving. Being popped for a DUI would not be a good way to end a first date!
