The basketball girls and the assistant coach

Logan took another deep breath as he in front of the doors to the school gymnasium, the soothing sound of pounding basketballs and squeaking shoes emanating invitingly from beyond them. Logan had never coached basketball before, and only had the basic qualifications, something he took more out of passion the utility. But here he was.

With a deep breath, he opened the door to a well furnished gymnasium. There was a row of red bleachers to a side and a decent scoreboard hung up high. The walls were adorned with the purple and white Dawson Dam Cowgirls (or Cowboys) logo, pink and white with a cowgirl or cowboy atop a bucking horse. There were slogans too- 'GO COWBOYS' and 'GO COWGIRLS' along with the motto of Dawson Dam High sports- 'LET THE DAM DOWN'.

"Are you Coach Sawyer?" A voice called out from next to him. Logan spun to his side to see a smoking hot woman saunter up to him. She had a plush face, with round skin, radiant eyes and a toned jawline. She wore a tight fitting pink polo emblazoned with the words 'DAWSON DAM HOOPS' written on it, a polo that did very little to conceal her two enormous knockers that strained against the fabric. Below that, she wore short athletic gym shorts, exposing her curvaceous and milky thighs. God, what was it with this damn town and absolute bombshells?

"Uh, yeah! That's me! And you might be?" Logan asked, unsure of who she was. The woman shot him a strange look,

"Uh, Darcy Bryan? I'm meant to be your Assistant Coach?" She asked. Logan shrugged.

"Oh! Principal Fowler didn't mention anything, but I'll be glad for the help!" Logan answered, holding his hand out. Darcy took it, her hands pillowy soft.

"Shall we get the trial started?" Darcy asked, her voice oddly hypnotic. Logan gulped and nodded, trying not to stare at the nubs the pointed out against her shirt- her tense areolas.

"Alright girls come on in! New season same plan- win! I'm sure you're all aware of that Coach Miranda left us, but we have a new coach- Coach Jackson!" Darcy called out. Logan scrutinized every girl in the crowd, quickly mentally sperarting those he believed were real ballers versus those he came to add something to their CV. While he'd be the first to tell someone not to judge a book by its cover... he believed he had a knack for these things.

"Thanks for that, Coach Darcy. As she said, my name is Logan Jackson. I may have met some of you today in my History and Econs classes, but I am also a basketball coach." Logan began. Immediately, he saw eye rolls from some girls- he understood it. What did a history/econ nerd know about leading a championship team.

"However, when I was your age I won went to two state finals, led my team in points and assists, broke my high school record more made field goals and three pointers and was recruited by many JuCos." Logan finished, smirking at the murmur of excitement that gripped the crowd.

With the newfound respect, trials went along smoothly. After a long, two hour session, Logan called an end to the session, informing the students they'd be privately contacted as to whether they made Varsity, and training started next week before he and Darcy headed into the Coach's room to discuss selections.

Logan plopped down onto a conference table, slightly shocked when instead of sitting down opposite him, Darcy sat down right next to him, her smooth thighs rubbing against his.

"Right. Let's discuss." She said, flipping open a laptop. What followed was a long, drawn out hour long session where the two of them debated teams. During that time, Darcy had gained much of Logan's respect. Apparently she was a sophmore starter for the last Dawson Damn women's basketball team that had won the Fuchs County title, and went to the state semis. Since then, the high school had experienced a drought, never finishing as high as other programs in the region.

Darcy had retired as a top five player in Dawson Dam High history for points, steals and assists before going to LSU for a season, and then transferring to a Nova Southeastern, a DII team for whom she started and won a DII championship with. After being unable to sign a major pro contract, Darcy became a film analyst for a number of small European clubs before shifting to coaching, getting qualifications and was immediately offered a job as assistant coach at her high school.

Eventually, after a solid hour of debating they settled on their main Varsity team, and to Logan's pleasant surprise... it was pretty strong. Darcy promised to work on emails and be there for the first training next week before sauntering out. Logan couldn't help but watch her ass temptingly swing through her yoga pants with each step. Fuck.