Thirty seconds after finishing, John backed away from Marie and sat down onto the chair in his office. His face was expressionless, mimicking what was going on in his head.
"See you Monday, Coach," Marie enthusiastically said, similar to every other time she had said the familiar phrase. She put her clothes on, and smiled as she sauntered out of the room.
"Yeah, see you." It was more of a reflex than anything. He wasn't really processing the conversation, instead starting to wonder what he just did. He knew Marie was of age, but was he violating some legal or district mandate? And after all of this, that was just a small part of what was racing around in his mind. The sex. Jessica's mishap on the court. The rest of the girls running around in their sports bras. How was he supposed to move forward from this point? At least he had the rest of the weekend to think about it. Maybe he should resign. Maybe he could talk with Marie and the rest of the team, let them he made a mistake. Or maybe he should just let it be, not saying anything to anyone.
Marie, on the other hand, was already scheming her next encounter. This was too hot to make it just a one-time thing. Her first task was to make her way back to the locker room to get her equipment. When she got there, almost everyone was gone. Everyone except Jessica. Jessica was wearing a towel, sitting on the bench. She was demoralized coming off the court, but her teammates had cracked a few jokes and let her know it wasn't a big deal. She felt better even though she was the one who had a boob pop out in front of their coach. Jessica started to get dressed as Marie approached.
"How you feeling, Jess?" It was a small question, but Marie hoped it would show her teammate that she cared.
"Better. I haven't figured out how I am going to face Coach Walter on Monday. But the shower helped get all of that sweat off, and now I feel much better. Thanks for asking!" Jessica was holding the conversation and getting dressed at the same time. She had shed the towel, allowing Marie to see her whole nude body in all its glory.
"Damn, girl. If you really think he has a problem seeing your body, you are crazy. And I think he is going to have other things on his mind rather than worrying about you. I'll make sure of that." Marie was not kidding. She already had some plans, and looking at Jessica's body, she was going to have to figure out how to incorporate her into those plans. For now, she soaked in the vision before her and tried to figure out what she was going to do this weekend.
Melissa was waiting for her twin sister in the car they shared. She had showered after practice and spent a few minutes consoling Jessica before heading out of the gym. She had thought the incident was hilarious, but Jessica was not quite in the same frame of mind. She told Jessica it was no big deal, and no one would even remember it by Monday.
"About time, Marie. What kept you?" Melissa had been sitting in the car listening to the radio for about ten minutes.
"Oh, nothing. Just stopped by to thank coach. And then talked a bit with Jessica. We probably should do something to cheer her up," Marie responded to her sister, not going into detail about what that thanking entailed.
"Slumber party? I don't think Mom and Dad would care." Melissa was sure that their parents wouldn't care as long as they it was just the basketball team.
"Maybe some other time, but I was thinking about a shopping trip tomorrow. I need to get a few new things for the team dress up rules, and I'm sure you could as well. Jessica won't turn us down, and it would be good for her to get out of her house."
Melissa agreed with what Marie had said. They both needed some new clothes, and Jessica was always up for tagging along. They could hit the mall, maybe get a good meal after. Melissa texted Jessica to set it up for tomorrow.
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John had made it home. He obviously needed a cold shower, or three. He spent a few minutes in the shower, just letting the water cascade down his forehead onto the rest of his body. He thought about what had happened, laughing at how surreal it was. How unexpected it was. He replayed all of the little details of how it started, thinking if there was anything he could have done differently. He didn't spend more than a few seconds thinking about that, though. As he ran it through his mind, he found that he didn't want to change what happened. He kept thinking about Jessica, both from the scrimmage and from the incident at practice. John turned the heat to a more normal shower temperature and closed his eyes. He replayed the interaction with Marie in his head, stroking his rapidly lengthening penis in his hand. He recalled Marie tweaking her nipples and then taking off her sports bra. He was quickening his pace, working himself to another orgasm. In his mind John saw Marie taking his penis in her mouth, sucking him off in his office. Her head was buried, pumping up and down on his shaft. His hand matched her rhythm. He was about ready to explode. His mind skipped ahead to her riding him in the chair, and that was enough. "Ahhhhhhhh!" John shouted as he shot streams of cum onto the floor of his shower. He was going to use this experience for all that he could in the near future.
After he finished his shower, John had some work to do outside. He spent the better part of three hours cleaning up his yard and preparing it for the coming winter. It was physically hard work. He didn't spend a whole lot of time doing manual labor, so his muscles were sore after using the shovel and rake. He would definitely feel it tomorrow. As for today, a few beers and movie would be enough. It would be an early night of sleep.
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The twins swung by Jessica's house to pick her up before heading to the mall. She had dressed in her typical conservative nature, wearing loose jeans and a zip up hooded sweatshirt. Her body couldn't really be hidden, especially her massive chest. Marie technically was dressed in a similar outfit; her jeans were so tight they looked painted on and she wore a tight, half zip sweater. Anyone who got near her could tell she did not wear anything under it. The chill of the changing November weather meant that her nipples were proudly pointing out, and she made sure the zipper was as far down as it could go. She really did not have a whole lot of cleavage, but it was prominent. Melissa's dress was somewhere in between, a zip up hoodie left half unzipped with a tank top underneath. Her jeans were tight, but not quite as much her sister's.