The Coaches: Part One
Hakim hadn’t seen the man in years. They had went to college, chased women, and won two conference basketball championships together. They had entered the NBA draft in the same year: along with two of their other teammates. Playing for different teams had put some distance between them and they eventually lost touch.
Hakim was shocked to sit down beside LeRon Green while having the oil changed on his Acura. It took him thirty seconds to recognize him.
“Man how old are you now?” Hakim asked.
“Thirty eight. You don’t remember were the same age?”
“Shit. Now I do.”
“Man what the hell have you been up to?”
“Well after not being able to re-sign with Atlanta, my agent got me a gig in Italy. But I didn’t like being away from the states so after a year a came back. Been coaching for a while now.” Hakim replied.
“Me too. I’m in town checking out a coaching job.”
“You always were trying to imitate me.” Hakim pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “Gimme your number man.”
LeRon turned around to grab the pen that was sitting on the table to his right. When he turned to grab a piece of paper Hakim was handing him, he accidently knocked Hakim’s wallet onto the floor.
“Clumsy.”
“Sorry man, I’ll get it.” LeRon shoved the credit cards that had spilled back into the wallet and picked up the picture holder. LeRon took a double take of the picture of Hakim and his wife. “Who’s this, Playa.”
“That’s my wife Jodi.”
Hakim watched as LeRon flipped thru the picture holder looking at the photos. He waited for LeRon’s expected comment with some trepidation. LeRon had always lectured Hakim in college about dating white women, saying they were nothing but trouble. Hakim always felt that anyone he was attracted do was worth dating. As LeRon stood up Hakim got ready for some criticism.
LeRon took another look at a picture, then looked at Hakim. “She’s slammin.”
I wonder what softened him. “Thanks man.”
“When did you meet her?”
This was a subject that Hakim didn’t like to discuss in public settings. But he did want to tell LeRon. They had discussed at length every girl they had bedded in college and if there was anyone he could trust it was LeRon.
“Hey you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” LeRon flipped to a picture of Hakim and Jodi. Hakim was standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. The picture was a blown up high school basketball team picture. It was apparent that the rest of the team had been cut out of the photo.
Hakim took the picture holder before LeRon started asking questions but it was too late.
“You coached her?”
Hakim answered under his breath while looking around. “Yes.”
“Oh man you gotta tell me this story.” LeRon said thru a grin.
“You got anywhere to be soon?”
“No.”
Twenty minutes later, Hakim and LeRon were sitting across from each other in an old chinese restaurant. Hakim liked to eat lunch there because it tended to be empty for lunch and he didn’t want anybody hearing this story.
“Okay man spill it.” LeRon prodded.
He seemed oddly eager to hear the story for a reason that Hakim couldn’t figure out. Perhaps he had developed a fascination with stories about black men and white women. Perhaps he was just curious about how Hakim and his wife met.
Hakim swallowed and began his tale.
***
Hakim was just back from europe and was able to parlay his basketball resume into a coaching job at a medium sized Catholic high school. It didn’t pay much and it was for a girls team but Hakim didnt need the money, he just needed to get his foot in the door. Besides that he heard that girls were far easier to coach than boys and from his experience of playing for hard headed mens team he strongly suspected that it was the truth.
Jodi Reece immediately caught Hakim‘s eye. She was the tallest girl trying out for the team at five feet eleven inches. She wouldn't be seventeen years old until april of that year and had good athletic ability. Hakim thought that if she worked hard and grew one or two more inches she could eventually be the star of the team.
Hakim also thought Jodi was extremely sexy. When he met the team for the first time she was tight jeans and a school sweatshirt. Hakim was pleased that the sweatshirt was just a bit on the small side so he could take notice of her large breasts. Her bubble butt filled out her jeans exquisitely and she had a small trim waist. Her hair was a bit messy but it was extremely long and brownish-red in color. She had green eyes and an exotically chiseled face.
Although on most days Jodi’s catholic school uniform did a good job of covering up her assets, Hakim quickly realized that the hardest part of this job was going to be his dick.
He worked with Jodi quite a bit hoping she would take to his instruction. He was friendly but kept thing completely professional. He made it clear that she needed to work on the weak points of her basketball game and Jodi became the hardest working player on the team often staying late after practice to put in extra work in the gym. Unfortunately Jodi didn’t develop into more than a mediocre player. Hakim was a bit disappointed but Jodi was a great example for the other girls to follow. They worked harder than they would have if she hadn’t been on the team.
Hakim was working on some plays in his office later that first year. He looked at his watch and thought that those girls who were staying late had left the gym so he got up and went to turn the lights off. On his way to the gym he passed by the girls locker room. The door was cracked and he heard giggling and talking that was a bit too loud.
He stopped to listen. Usually the girls left thru a door that led to the parking lot so he wasn’t concerned about being discovered. He thought it would give him an opportunity to hear what the girls really thought of him and allow him to improve his coaching. But that wasn’t what he heard. Hakim made out three voices, maybe four. One of them was Jodi’s.
“Jodi don’t you get tired of staying here late?” a girl asked.
“Hell no.” another girl replied. “she’s got a crush on the coach.”
“Shut up.” Jodi said.
“Is that true Jodi? Do you want to kiss the coach?”
“Oh my god, she’s blushing. Look at her.”
“Leave me alone.” Jodi said.
“I knew it. I don’t blame you really. I mean I’m not into black guys but he’s got to be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
“You would date an African-American?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Jodi said rather loudly.
“Oh you pissed her off.”
“He’s really dark skinned.”
