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A relatively sex free sunday story
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A relatively sex free sunday story Ok. Here goes. A lot longer than normal and a lot less sex. I am building to that. He didn’t really know how he got here. He just knew that it was a good place to be. Looking at it from the outside it was ridiculous actually. Here he was twenty years since he played his last game and he was as nervous now as he was then. Only today was different today was the beginning of his coaching career. Only now he was coaching women. It started with his really. She had turned 18 and was fond of reminding him of his gut and lack of activity. He silently thanked the stars that he had divorced from her mother because the two of them would have stripped his carcass clean with their cattiness. They were out for coffee and she saw a sign on the bulletin board. It was a call for anyone interested in a womans football league. It was flag football or two handed touch it was the real deal. They were looking for players and coaches. She teased him mercilessly at first. Saying he didn’t have the guts. It was only when she went to visit her mom that he phoned the number on the sign and got in touch with a lovely lady who was organizing things. She was trying to organize things. It seemed she had a girlfriend who played on a team about an hour away and had convinced her to try to start a team in their own little town. Now she had about three dozen bag of gear in her garage and really had no idea what to do outside of posting the ad at the coffee shop. He talked to her for a good half an hour and then just decided to head over and make heads or tails out of the mess for her. He hadn’t told her but he grew up the of a coach and played on a national championship team in college. There was talk that he could have gone pro if he hadn’t had gotten his girlfriend pregnant. In the end he would trade the world of pro ball for time with his Melissa. He ended up dropping out of school and heading north to work in the oilfields but it paid off. Here he was retired at fifty and about to become a coach for the first time. When he pulled up in front of the suburban home he smiled to himself. He had a house like this once. Hell he had a marriage like this, but when you work away as much as he did the tendency to stray creeps into a marriage. He didn’t catch his wife in bed with him, just realized that she didn’t love him anymore and needed his paychecks. The divorce was relatively quiet. He kept to himself and gave her the house. He found a smaller place and though it tacked another five years onto his plan he found himself relatively happy with his living with him when he was home. He was still a big man and had only slightly gone to seed. His work had kept him relatively trim for awhile but being at a control panel for the last ten years didn’t help. He thought coaching might get him a little more active and that was good. He rang the door bell and stood back to wait. He smiled inwardly when Joan answered the door. It was exactly like he pictured her. She was short and trim and tight bodied. He guessed that she did an hour of<b> yoga </font></b>a day. She had the body that showed discipline at the gym as well as at the table. She popped the garage door and told him to have a look. He walked to the open bay and smiled when he looked inside. Next to a BMW sedan was a mess of oversized bags. Someone in their wisdom had bought a tonne of gear. Joan explained it was the pro football franchise from two hours away. Their plan was to get women involved with the sport as a base to grow their fans on. The figured correctly that daughters and sons would watch mom slog it out on a field and then be more inclined to watch the pros on Sundays. It was as good an idea as any. The smell hit him like a brick to the face. It was the old locker room smell. One he grew up with and knew very well. It was old sweat buried in shoulder harnesses and the hint of grass ground into the knees and hips of the pants. It was comfortable as an old sweater and he had no idea how much he had missed it until that moment. He unzipped a bag and what he found astonished him. The helmets in the bag were still new. He estimated that he had some totally unused stuff and was excited and overwhelmed. Getting this stuff together would take time. Joan had surrendered any leadership she might have had to him within seconds of him setting foot in the garage. He was now the coach slash manager slash equipment guy slash trainer. She promised she would keep her number on posters as a contact name but that he could have the list of those who called and expressed interest. It was 18 ladies so far. Really just 18 names. He realized he was going to have to track them down and see just what the hell was going on. The first order of business though was getting the equipment in shape. Joan helped him lug the bags to his truck and all thirty of them made a huge load to get to his house. He did get them there though. He drove slowly and luckily of the main thoroughways. He had just finished unloading the gear to his house when a thought struck him. He called Joan and asked if they had secured a place to practice and play yet. She hadn’t even thought of it she said. He was starting to dread what he had taken on and hate his for convincing him to try it. He had phone calls to make and looking at the sheet a familiar number jumped out at him. Dialing the digits he chuckled and smiled when he heard the familiar voice. Get your scrawny ass over here. He growled into the phone and hung up. He was still wearing the smile when his showed up ten minutes later. She had called the number without telling him and now he had a little payback for her. He stood up and threw a helmet shell at her. Seeing as you are the coaches you get to do all the little extras as well. He declared. The next two hours was teaching her how to attach face masks to helmets and install air bladders as well. By the end of the two she was ready for the big leagues. She was as quick as he was and he fingers were only slightly more nimble. The night officially ended with her selecting her own helmet and then slicing her dads eyebrow open when she hugged him tightly. That night he went to bed with a smile and a band aid. |
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thanks the sex will happen soon I promise.
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