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Subject: {ASSM} Softball Dynasties (mf teen, Part 2)
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For the rest of you, please enjoy this story:

Softball Dynasties (mf teen, Part 2)
By Evan Richardson
(C) 2002 Evan Richardson.

	Morning. The sun shined through the window which I clumsily forgot to
close the night before. Geez, I thought to myself, it must be 7am. I
stretched back trying to reach for Tara, but I didn't feel her there.
I opened my eyes and realized she wasn't there.
	"Tara?" I asked timidly, but I didn't see her in the bedroom.
	I got up from my bed to see that it was only 6:30, but I didn't care
at that point. I went searching through the suite to see if she was in
the kitchen or bathroom, but I found no trace of her. She must have
left last night, and to my disappointment, left with me no contact
information. A lousy one night stand.
	Well...not too lousy I guess. She was the best lay I had ever had, and
I still thought at that time like we had some kind of connection that
I just couldn't explain. I sat down on my bed, and for the first time
since my mother had died about three years ago, I actually sat there
staring at the ground feeling as if I needed to cry.
	I need to pull myself together, I thought to myself. I got into my
change of clothing, a t-shirt and shorts, and decided to check out of
the hotel early and get an early start on the unpacking of my house. I
checked out at the desk in the lobby, calmed my hunger at the
continental breakfast, and drove off toward my house.
					***
	Moving is a bitch! When I first hired the moving company to pack up
all my belongings and planned on moving to Arizona, it seemed like a
pretty good idea. Right now, as I filled the kitchen cabinets with
glasses, plates, and silverware, I wished I had someone else helping
me. I hadn't made much progress in the six hours I worked. I finished
unpacking and setting up my bedroom about half an hour ago, so I
wouldn't need to stay at the hotel anymore, but after looking around
my house, I figured out that this pace would force me to work for
another two or three days.
	I groaned softly to myself. I really hate manual labor. I guess I'm
just lazy. I decided to take a break from my work, and found my way to
the couch and my high definition television. I turned it on, but
quickly discovered that I had no cable yet. Fuck, I thought to myself,
what the hell am I going to do with myself until the cable company can
get here and hook this stuff up?
	I went through a couple of boxes and eventually found my old boom
box. I then darted to my car, got my CD collection and popped in some
Ben Folds Five. As Ben started pounding on his piano, I grew new
resolve and somehow finished the kitchen about an hour. From there I
worked on the den, and surprisingly I got into a good rhythm. When I
finished working for the day, about three hours later, I had the first
floor completely unpacked and my bedroom was ready to sleep in.
	But after ten hours of work, I realized I was famished. I found a
yellow pages in my pantry, and I opened it up to the restaurant
section. I flipped through it, hoping to find some good Italian food,
but only found a few Olive Gardens. I guess I should have known
Phoenix would never be known for its Italian food.
	I settled on the Olive Garden, even though I resolved to try some
Mexican sooner or later. My tongue didn't have much of a taste for the
spicy, but hell, Mexican food was the culture of Arizona and I didn't
think I could survive without eating it. Oh well I thought, I need to
get directions to this Olive Garden. I called their phone number,
asked them for some, and after jotting down some quick notes, I ran
off toward my car for the half an hour journey for somewhat authentic
Italian food.
					***
	The summer went by too fast, and I found myself awaking for my first
day of school, a Tuesday in the third week of August. I reflected on
my summer, a rather lonely one. Unpacking my house went pretty well. I
finished in about three days, and it actually is quite homey. The
perfect size I decided. I attended ASU summer school, both sessions,
and completed quite a number of credits toward my teacher's
certification. The classes weren't hard and I actually enjoyed them.
The first few times I attended ended up being awkward, being the
baseball star in my English class, always ended up distracting people
for a little bit. But after being surrounded by half of my class
mates, I really didn't meet anyone. I had a few dates here and there,
but no one I wanted to sleep with, or see for a second time.
	I felt lonely, and I spent many nights thinking to myself (and often
jacking off in the process) where Tara went and why she left in such a
hurry. I missed her, and really hoped that someway, in a city of three
million people, I'd bump into her again and convince her to go out on
another date with me.
	But thinking didn't take away the loneliness. More often than not, I
sat in my house watching TV (the cable company finally hooked up my
house *two* weeks after I moved in) and occasionally reading a book or
magazine. I immersed myself in baseball. No, I didn't play, but I did
become and avid listener/watcher. I found this cool MLB Gameday Audio
online, and it allowed me to listen to every Expos game. Of course,
the Expos sucked once again, and the excitement quickly went away. By
the time August came, I found myself rooting for the Diamondbacks in
their quest for a second straight pennant.
	I rolled over in my bed, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep,
but knew I didn't have a chance. I told myself, you have what you want
now, a normal job which requires you to wakeup at normal times five
days a week. I wanted more sleep. My snooze alarm went off one more
time, and after pounding it with my fist, I slowly rolled out of bed
and walked slowly toward the shower. Warm water was just what I needed
	I lathered myself up and showered for about twenty minutes, I shaved
after drying, applied some cologne and went to my bedroom to dress. I
decided on wearing the typical Phoenix casual clothing: Khaki shorts
and a button front shirt. I went down stairs, had a cup of coffee
while reading the morning news paper and after about thirty minutes of
early morning relaxing, I started driving to the high school. 7am was
way too early.
					***
	"Hi Roy, I'm Ronald McMillion, Principle of Palo Alta. We're glad to
have you here."
	"Thank you sir," I smiled nervously at him, I wanted to make a good
first impression.
	"Yes, well, as you know, without your teacher's certification, we
can't allow you to teach, so your job for this year will be community
assistant. Let me explain a little bit about what you will need to do.
A community assistant basically watches the hallways of the school,
breaks up any fights he sees and assists students and teachers with
any problems they are having. Basically, you are a fulltime hall
monitor, but don't worry, its enjoyable work. Ahh, Ms Vale," Roy
turned around to see a secretary, probably in her early 50's standing
at the door, "Mr. Dosdine, this is Ms Vale, my secretary, she will
tell you more about what you need to do, and she'll give you a final
tour of the school. Once again welcome to Palo Alta." He smiled at me
and held out his hand. I took it and then turned and followed Ms Vale.
	"Hi Mr. Dosdine, I--"
	"Please, call my Roy."
	"Ok, Roy, I'm Nancy. Anyway, Palo Alta is one of the largest high
schools in the state. We have a 2800 person student body, which means
lots of students and not a lot of staff. They are generally well
behaved, but watch out, some of them will `bite.' Don't let them scare
you or bully you though, as a former baseball player, you should
probably gain some of their respect rather easily. As long as you're
fair and don't intimidate students, you should be fine.
	"As for your softball team, you will have your first meeting today by
the softball field. We don't play softball until around December, but
the team is used to an extended fall training and then we play until
around April. It's the longest high school league that I know of, but
its also very competitive and our team has actually been state
champions fairly recently." That I knew, but I decided not to mention
the fact. As we were walking, I caught a glimpse of trophy cases, one
of which encased a huge trophy given to the Palo Alta Softball team
two years ago.
	"So that's the school, not all that hard to figure out, but as you
can see, it is pretty large. Now let me take you outside to our
sporting facilities." She took me on another half an hour trek, this
time through the scorching Arizona heat (yeah, yeah, I know it's only
in the 90's at 8am). She showed me the softball facilities and I was
dutifully impressed. We finally finished the tour at 8:35, with school
about to start twenty-five minutes.
	We walked toward her office again and she handed me a box. Inside I
found a two way radio which allowed me to contact other community
assistants and administrators, and my ID Card. Ms Vale told me I had
to wear it around my neck. Not exactly the fashion statement of the
year, I thought, but a pretty smart idea to make sure people belonged
on campus. Supposedly, the kids needed to ear the ID Cards as well,
but I was told we wouldn't enforce the rule as harshly as in ladder
years.
	"Well that's it Roy, time for your first day at Palo Alta. How are
you feeling?"
	"Kinda nervous actually. Over the summer when I sat at home studying
for classes and thinking about coaching an actual high school team, it
somehow never felt close. Now, its here, and I'm not having second
thoughts, I guess I'm just really excited."
	"Good, you should be. You are going to enjoy this job so much. Don't
worry, have fun, but most of all, be ready for the worst. Remember, if
you see a fight you need to jump in there and break it up. Fights
aren't all that common around here, but sometimes community assistants
are the difference between a small fist fight and something much, much
worse."
	"That's good to know, thank you Ms Vale."
	After she wished me good luck one more time I left her office and
walked toward 100A Hall, my assignment for the day. Students had
already started filtering in, standing and talking to people they
hadn't seen all summer and telling them of their adventures.
	After standing there for about thirty seconds, someone screamed,
look, its Roy Dosdine, and suddenly I was flooded by hundreds of
students begging me for my autograph. I thought to myself, no harm in
signing a few backpacks but I told them that there was no need to
treat me any differently than anyone else at the school. When someone
asked me why after being a star in the baseball world, I'd ever come
to such a grungy school to baby sit high school kids in the hall ways.
	"First of all, I wish I went to such a nice school when I was your
age, and second of all I'm not babysitting anyone. I'm actually
studying for my teaching degree, so next year, you may have me as a
teacher. For now, I'm just here to coach your softball team. I heard
it was great, and I hope to make it even better."
	Everyone started talking about the new development, but then the bell
rang. With five minutes to get to class, most kids weren't willing to
be late and they hurried away from me. As the final bell rang, the
halls emptied. So far so good.
					***
	By the time 3:30 rolled around, I was dead tired, but I still had the
softball meeting to attend. I started walking outside toward the
softball backstop and knew we had probably hit 115 degrees at this
point in the day. How those girls were outside in this heat, playing
baseball I'll never know.
	I heard some music blasting as I got closer to the field. The
unmistakable ding of hard baseball (or in this case hard softball I
suppose) hitting against aluminum bat made me smile. It was good to be
back at the high school game. I arrived at the field, and all of a
sudden I seemed to be surrounded by a swarm of buzzing girls ranging
in age from 15 to 18 talking and screaming at each other.
	"Oh, my god!" One of the girls screamed, "It really is Ron Dosdine,
it REALLY IS!!!"
	For me, it was pretty easy to see which girls actually paid attention
to baseball, and which girls didn't. After regaining some composure, I
noticed that about half of the girls were surrounding me trying to ask
me questions and such, and the other half continued playing their
softball game out by on the field.
	"Settle down girls, settle down," I screamed trying not to sound too
harsh, "Ok, I'm going to call everyone in and take some attendance,
and then hopefully move this practice to the gym. It's hot as hell out
here." The girls giggled and the ones in the field started running in.
	"Alright, hi girls. As some of you have already shrieked, I am your
new coach, Mr. Dosdine. Now, you're probably thinking, this guy is a
great baseball player and he'll coach us to a championship, blah blah.
Well, unfortunately, I'm learning just as much as you are. So its my
goal that we do our best learning together and helping each other out.
You know what your other coaches have done, and I know what I have
done in the bigs to make myself the best player I could possibly be.
This year we're going to share that knowledge with each other That
sound good to everyone?" Another large squeal was let out by the team,
so I took that to be a yes.
	"Great, now I'm going to quickly call attendance. Jacqueline
Applegate?"
	"I'm here, but I go by Jacque"
	"Alright, no problem. Christie Berkman?" I heard a hear, and
continued, "Rita Capman? Good, Tara Demster."
	A familiar voice shouted here. I looked up from the roster and
realized the voice must have come from behind me.
	"Sorry I'm late coach. I had to talk to a teacher. Hi, I'm Tara."
	My jaw must have dropped down to the ground and if it the Arizona sun
didn't make me faint, the shock of what just happened would have had a
better chance anyway. Standing in front of me was a girl of about 5'7,
with a huge cat got the canary smile on her face. She kept on smirking
at me and staring into my eyes while I tried to regain my composure.
After a summer of waiting, Tara found me.
	"Coach are you ok? It looks like you've just seen a ghost," Tara
asked mocking concern. I backed away a few steps from her.
	"No, no, no, not a ghost. You just look like someone I used to know."
My voice popped in the process of saying the statement and I turned
around to the rest of team.
	"Alright girls, back to attendance." As I continued calling names
out, Tara fell into line next to me. This would be a long year.
						***
	I sat in my office after the practice with my head in my hands. What
the hell am I going to do I thought. I had slept with a member of my
team, unknowingly of course, and what I had found out was the worst
part of the whole story. She was only 15 therefore making what we did
together illegal. If anyone ever found out about this, I knew my life
was screwed. The school wouldn't hesitate in firing me. If they
protected me, all types of shit would hit the fan (even though shit
would hit the fan the minute they found out anyway), I'd probably be
arrested and convicted (without a problem) of statutory rape, and lose
whatever money I had saved in a long civil lawsuit by her parents. In
other words, I had to find some type of way to keep Tara quiet about
what happened in the hotel three months ago.
	Someone knocked on my door, and I told them it was open. Surprise,
surprise, Tara was at the door. "Hey coach, can I come in?"
	"Sure Tara, have a seat and close the door behind you." She did.
	"Now Tara, we need to have a cha--"
	"--Yes, we do. Roy, what we had that night, at least for me, meant so
much, and this age difference means nothing to me. The school, the
state, the world can fuck itself. I think, I mean I know, I'm in love
with you. I had to leave that night; I would have been grounded if I
stayed the night without permission or alibi. So I left. I was too
scared to give you my number because I thought my parents would freak
if they ever found out how old you were. Roy, I know I probably hurt
you, and I can tell how much of a shock this was. In my opinion, its
fate. Fate meant to put us together the first time, and here we are
again."
	With that she moved and got under the front of my desk, pulling down
the zipper of my trousers. I pushed my chair back a little, and asked
her what she though she was doing.
	"I figure I owe you a bit of an apology."
	"Tara, you shouldn't be doing--"
	With that she took my cock out of my pants and I felt it sink into
her warm mouth. She played with it with her tongue and it began to
stir. I tried to fight the sensation and keep my cock from becoming
hard, but it was no use. Within a minute I had a raging hard on which
she pumped at the base, and sucked hard at the top. The sensation was
unbelievable, like my cock was in a vacuum cleaner being and being
stroked by a wonderfully soft hand at the same time. She picked her
head up for a few seconds and looked at me. "How am I doing stud?"
	"Great, keep doing it" I moaned softly. I knew that if anyone ever
walked into the office my life was over but at the time, the only
thing I cared about was my cock and her warm mouth.
	She sucked great, didn't use any teeth but somehow knew exactly what
to do with her tongue. She licked the underside of my cock, the most
sensitive part of mine, and within a few minutes I felt the familiar
build up process. "Tara, shit, this is the best blow job I've ever
had. I think I'm going to cum soon."
	"Good," she mumbled with her lips around my cock still. She took up a
new rigor, and got more and more of my cock into her mouth until
somehow she finally took the whole of my eight inches inside. This
girl deep throated me! The site of her mouth all the way down to the
base of my dick was too much for me. I groaned and felt my self shoot
off into her mouth. Gallons of cum shot down her throat and she took
it all with ease, every single drop gone. I sat back in my chair
exhausted, watching her zip my pants back up, and wiping her mouth on
her sleeve.
	She got up from under my desk and turned toward the door. "Thanks
coach. You have no idea how much your `firm' coaching has meant to me
today." With that she left me alone in my office.
***
To be continued...

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