The swim team stood along the edge of the pool as Bert strutted down the line snapping orders like a Marine drill instructor.
His speech lasted five minutes and during that time not a head twitched and not a leg moved. The wind blowing off the ocean was bitter cold, but no one shivered. Better to be cold than to catch the ire of Bert Anderson.
"I don't have to remind you girls that the Nationals are three weeks away," snapped. Bert. As he walked along the line, his eyes focused on each swimmer as if he were speaking to them individually. "We've got a good team here, the makings of a great team in fact. But you aren't going to be worth a damn unless you work hard these last three weeks. You'll be going up against the very best competition in the state. I don't have to remind you that California has some of the best swimmers in the country. It won't be easy, that I can assure you."
He turned on his heel at the end and retraced his steps, snapping a clipboard at his side.
"I've heard complaints about the workouts," he continued. "Four miles a day works out to a lot of laps, but it's not enough if you want to do well at the nationals. So for the next three weeks, we're boosting our swims to six miles."
He waited for the chorus of groans to subside. "Since we can have the pool for only a limited time during the afternoon, the extra two miles will be swam in the morning. Is that clear? I want every one of you girls to be here, ready to go at seven a.m. sharp." Another roar of voices went up, this one more plaintive than the last. "I won't have time to set my hair for school," moaned one girl whose firm tits and round butt made anyone forget about her hair.
"That's where you're wrong," said Bert with a smile. "There's plenty of time to swim and then go home and pretty yourself up for the boys." He felt his heart pounding as he finished the sentence. His eyes stared down the line until they found Alice Dilly. She had a vague distant look in her eyes and it incensed Bert that she did not pay more attention to him. Maybe if he handed her another towel, Alice might get the message. She turned, saw that he was staring at her and blushed.
"Isn't that right, Miss Dilly?"
The girls looked down at Alice, not knowing why Bert had picked her, but, perhaps sensing there was something unusual going on between Alice and the coach.
"I would think so," coughed Alice. She felt so anxious she wanted to pee! "But you have to swim very fast to get the whole two miles in." She gulped and tried to stop her head from spinning around and around. Alice opened her mouth and froze up as her mind went blank. She could feel the soiled towel in her hand, feel with a nauseating dread the greasy sperm on her fingertips. Her eyes focused on Bert's crotch as she wondered about the obscene message. God, was it Bert? It seemed impossible. Not Bert, she thought. Not an Olympic champion, a war hero, a pillar of the community. His family went back three generations. Alice looked up at him and spotted the glint of recognition in his eyes. Alice had been only a small girl when her father opened the morning newspaper and proudly pointed to Bert's picture on the front page, the one with the Olympic medal dangling from his neck and the caption "Hero Honors the Strand". Was it possible that this same man could be putting come rags in her bicycle basket? She watched the bulge in his bathing suit grow out, and for the first time she saw the fear behind those flashing black eyes. Suddenly, her jaw unlocked, the tension draining away like rain drops after a storm.
It was you, she wanted to say. She felt a renewed sense of pride standing at attention in front of Bert, her courage flowing into her blood. You did it, I know you did it!
Bert felt old and tired not to mention embarrassed as hell at the hard-on creeping to full length in his pants. He snapped the clipboard once more against his thigh and then meekly, for his strong, baritone voice betrayed him, ordered the girls into the pool.
"Half-mile warm up, two miles of hundred repeats," he snapped. One by one the girls edged to wall reluctantly for the water was cold in the late afternoon, dove in and, began the workout. As the last one lofted her skinny buttocks and scrawny legs up and down with a splash into the green tinted water, Bert felt a deep stirring; not the hot, passion kind he felt for Heidi, a passion that more often than not turned to sick, perverse kind of lust; but a warm, bubbly passion, a happy, friendly feeling that made him light and buoyant as a champagne bubble.
Alice was waiting for him as he strode down to his office. She hugged her shoulder, shivering with cold. Her large, blue eyes stared up at him, their gaze causing him also to shiver.
"Miss Dilly, I'm sorry I put you on the spot."
"Well, that's all right," she said meekly. "I guess I had it coming."
"Perhaps," said Bert sharply. "But that's no excuse for not swimming. Standing around pool side isn't going to make you a better swimmer."
He pointed to the water. "Now get!" he snapped, smacking her butt with the clipboard. "And after practice I want to see you in my office."
"Yes, sir," she said. Alice turned and made a long, curving dive. She watched the churning water come up to meet her face, and at the last minute closed her eyes to embrace its warm wetness.
Now what does he want with me? she thought, tucking at the waist and flipping the turn. Alice pushed off, one lap down, wondering what it could be.
"Hey what did asshole want?" asked Jennifer Bacon, standing under the hot water shower in the changing room. When Alice tried to dismiss the question with a puzzled look, Jennifer just laughed.
"You got something going?" Jennifer continued. She was a scrawny girl and in the shower with her flat tits and hairless crotch covered with soap she appeared ludicrous. To make up for her bland looks, Jennifer was known as a talker and whatever Alice said would undoubtedly be passed around school.
"Mind your own business," Alice said, dipping under the water. The hot shower felt soothing to her tired muscles. She stripped the tight nylon suit from her body and arched her neck against the spray. Gently she moved around letting the water splash off her skin. The conversation was over she thought until Jennifer suddenly grabbed her roughly.
"Don't act snotty with me," said Jennifer. "Just 'cause you're fucking the coach doesn't make you anything special, Miss Hot Pants!"
Alice was surprised by Jennifer's strength. Surprised and angered too! What right did she have to make up stories, especially when there wasn't a grain of truth to them? Alice pulled the girl's arm from her shoulders and squared off.
"Keep you dirty hands off me," she snapped. "What makes you so damn sure."
"Because I saw the way you acted," cried Jennifer. "And that ain't all either."
"What does that mean," said Alice, catching Jennifer as she tried to run. "Where do you think you're going?" Alice grabbed the frightened girl roughly. "You explain that remark or so help me I'll bash your brains out!"
Jennifer looked as if she wanted to crawl under a log and die. Once the words slipped from her mouth, there was no turning back. Jennifer stood naked in the dressing room, water forming in a puddle at her feet. Feeling naked as her bald cunt, the skinny girl whose nickname was blabbermouth said, "you'll just have to ask Bert Anderson. You're not the first girl he asked up to that house of his."
"Asked up to his house?" retorted Alice. "He hasn't asked me anything except get in the water and swim."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," said Jennifer. Her lips split into a wide, toothy grin that made Alice furious enough to punch her in the face. It would do no good, however, to have the rumor spread that she was having an affair with the swim coach.
"Keep your mouth shut," Alice said anyway. It gave her a perverse thrill inside; she would have a special status in the high school. Maybe the boys would even pay attention to her with the rumor out that she was having an affair with the swim coach.
She could picture the cold-eyed stares from the other girls and then the boys would gravitate around her, the boldest coming forward and asking her for a date. The thought of dating, of being with a man and sharing her feelings with him and acting hip like the other girls terrified Alice.
She wiped herself with a towel, feeling the growth of new fuzz of her twat. Growing up was so damn hard! At fourteen, she was undeveloped compared to the other girls; her breasts had just begun to sprout just as her pubic hair had started to thicken and turn dark. A major source of embarrassment had been her scrawny, undeveloped body; boys like girls with full breasts and wide hips and soft, velvet cunts. They didn't take to string-bean figures like Alice had. "Who wants to fuck linguini," Alice had overheard in a science class, a remark which had made her blush. The two boys were talking about another girl, but it could have very well been her.
As she reached for her clothes, Alice held her breasts and gave them a critical judgment. She was hardly big enough to wear a bra without filling the cups first with cotton, but at last there was something to show up under her racing swimsuit. Her beaver was as hairless as a billiard ball. Even her virginity did not cause the weak-kneed, trembling reaction that normally followed any thought of losing that all important skin flap protecting the untouched womb. The stories other girls told of their first agonizing experience with a boy nearly made her puke. More often than not, these stories were lurid accounts, usually inaccurate. "Willie was so big, his hung out to here and he kept sticking his dong into me until I could almost taste him in my throat," one girl explained her deflowering. Alice didn't believe the girl for a minute. But there was pain connected with her first fucking; pain and uncertainty and more than a little fear. If a girl exaggerated the point, she did so, reasoned Alice, because the feel of a man's dick pushing awkwardly into her cunt was a jolt both to the body and the mind.
Alice had promised that when the right man came along, then she would give herself to him. The right man, she knew, was actually any man who would be nice and love her and most importantly, knew how to make her passionate so when he took her virginity, it wouldn't hurt so damn much!
Alice climbed into her panties and bra, adjusting the cups to fit her pouty breasts and pulled her faded jeans and blouse on. On top of her street clothes went her heavy wool coat and a stocking cap. She was tired from the two-mile swim, yet exhilarated too, a strange sensation that all swimmers experienced after a good, hard workout.
She trudged up to the office which was closed. Light shone under the door. It didn't matter if she went to see the coach or not. By the end of the week, Jennifer would have blabbed and the whole school would know about this meeting whether it actually took place or not. It was silly what kids took to be the truth. As she opened the unlocked door, Alice had a sudden insight into the human condition. People believed what they wanted to believe. If the boys wanted Alice to be an easy piece of ass, a girl that rolled over and said fuck me to the swimming coach no less, then that is what they would believe. It didn't matter if Jennifer was blabbing the first thing that came into her moronic mind. Up till now no one had noticed Alice because she was plain-looking, quiet and there were other girls to ogle. But if the high-school boys needed a fantasy to stir their flaccid cocks and make them pant and carry on like sex-crazed dogs, then Alice would become that fantasy.
Well that's way it is, she said to herself. And I can't do anything about it.
It was a surprising conclusion for a fourteen-year-old girl to reach especially for one like Alice whose cunt shriveled up like a withered peach at the thought of sex. But then she was a contradictory girl.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked innocently, walking inside.
Bert nearly came unglued from his chair. His cock had been hard for nearly an hour and not even the gentle stroking of his hand could bring his "blue veiner" to a soft state.
His eyes bounced around nervously. His stomach churned with bile and white flecks of antacid tablets appeared at the corners of his mouth.
He grabbed his cock like it was four-gear speed shift and jammed it into the "first" position. Except for his darting eye movements and the beads of perspiration, Alice was not aware of Bert's strenuous efforts under the table.
"You have a good chance of breaking your sister's records," he began, his face twitching oddly, while his hands worked feverishly under the table.
"I hope I do well," said Alice. She was thinking about the next day in school, and, the boys who would hear of her exploits with the coach. He wasn't a bad-looking man, she surmised. Even if he was thirty-five years old!
"But you must work for first place," Bert continued, wondering why he had called her to his office. God, his head felt like a spinning top. Had he misread this little broad, the scrawny girl with the bird-like figure, whose waif-like body played hell with his brain every morning at the pool. He gripped his dick harder, as if the firm shaft were the only thing that kept him anchored to this world.
He wanted her badly. Darken her hair, slant the eyes and flatten her nose and Alice resembled the VC girl who had restored his love affair with sex. Alice wiggled her butt on the hard wood seat in front of him and his cock bucked in his hand. There was no telling what goodies her awkward, lovely body held in store for him. He slammed his hand up and down his joint as he tried to keep the excitement from showing up in his voice.
"I expect to see you early in the morning," he croaked. The milky fluid was rising through his shaft, welling up into the wedge-shaped head. He could hear the slapping sound of flesh pounding flesh; the urge to jump from his desk and jam his dick into the unsuspecting belly of Alice Dilly was overwhelming.
Then she uncrossed her legs, spreading the knees so he had a good shot at her crotch. Even hidden safely behind the blue jeans, she was something rare and precious to behold. Heidi was going to catch hell tonight, he thought. That silly stewardess cunt was going to suck him and fuck him until her tight twat bubbled over with his juice and then he might ding her asshole too! Oh, shit, it was going to be something, he thought staring into the innocent blue eyes of Alice Dilly.
"Is that all?" she said.
"Yes! That's it!!" His hand made a cunt shape around his prick. He hunched into the hand bestially rising up and down on the seat, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Sweat poured down his brow, welling in the eyebrows before trickling along the deep lines in his face. As Alice Dilly closed the door, his prostate spasmed, his hand flashed forward in a final desperate movement, and a stream of jism shot up against the bottom of the desk drawer.
"Aaaaaiiiieee!!!" he screamed, as juice splashed over the desk. He milked his shaft with wild, jerking motions. "Is that all?" he said, his voice mimicking Alice Dilly's falsetto timbre. The girl didn't know anything. She was a fucking innocent whose only kink was swimming nude in the morning. He didn't know that girls came that naive anymore. God, there was come all over his hand and the floor and the fucking desk and she probably didn't know where her cunt was!
Then Bert laughed. He dropped his flaccid cock and rolled back in the chair and laughed until tears flooded his eyes and his chest ached for oxygen. Oh, was Heidi going to get a working over. He was going to ream her portals out until she looked like the Homecoming Fuck Queen for the Pittsburgh Steelers.
And for now that was enough. But sooner or later, Alice was going to feel the hard, manly thrust of his cock in that hairless pussy. And he would help her find her cunt! And how!