Afterschool

Beep, Beep, Beep...

"Okay, class, Remember pages 35 through 60 in your books, and try not to get drenched out there." You tell your 6th Period class as they start to scatter with the end of the school day.

As the room empties out, you open your desk, retrieving your phone. Turning it on, you saw there were a number of texts from Jennifer.

She first thanked you for the heads-up before informing you that everything was good. Grabbing your bag and laptop, you lock up the classroom, heading for the gym.

Entering the gymnasium, you heard Skreeeeeeeee.

Lowering the whistle, Maddie yelled, "Come on, ladies, stretch those muscles."

You nodded to your assistant before looking over at several chairs lining the basketball court. Sure enough, you spotted Rebecca sitting there quietly reading a book.

Walking over to the redhead, you knelt down in front of her, asking, "How did things go in the office?"

Putting down the book, she looked at you. Shrugging her shoulders, she replied, "Well enough." She closed her eyes briefly before saying, "I think my dad got so hammered he forgot he threw me out."

"Really?" You shake your head.

"I'm 18, so they can't make me go back to his house. So this was all to make sure I wasn't missing."

"Why didn't your mother clear things up after he sobered?" you ask.

A sad look passes over her as she whispers, "Can we go somewhere more private?"

"Sure," you say.

Taking her upstairs, you lead her into the small cheer office. Motioning her in, you close the door.

Looking at the floor, Rebecca looked lost. Reaching out, you hugged her, whispering, "It's alright, just take your time."

Nodding against your chest, she murmured, "That night after I left, my dad called the deacons while getting drunk."

"On Tuesday, they moved to remove Miss Michelle as pastor, and she and my mom took all the church funds and disappeared." She finished with red eyes.

"Ouch, so when he sobered up, there was no one to tell him." You finish.

"Yeah," she sniffed, "I told the police to let him know I'm okay, but I'll get in touch when I wish to."

"But you're not going back, are you?" You state plainly.

Rebecca shook her head. "Even if he doesn't remember, he called me a whore to my face."

You thought to yourself, "There are some things that I'm sorry just don't fix." You smile at the teen before reminding her, "Okay, sweetie, just remember me and Jennifer are here for you."

Rebecca nods as the two of you leave the office, heading back downstairs. Rejoining the team, you went back to watching from the sideline as Maddie worked on some stunts with the girls. For the next hour and a half your assistant worked the team hard to get them ready for Friday's season opener.

Blowing her whistle, Maddie called out, "Okay, ladies, hit the showers, and don't forget we'll have a small practice on Thursday. Also, Friday, come to school in your uniform; we'll be hitting the buses as soon as class gets out."

As the girls dashed up the stairs to the locker room, Maddie came over to you.

"Well, they are as ready as I can make them." She said breathlessly.

Smiling, you nod. "You're phenomenal with them. I just wish we didn't have to play this charade."

Maddie's eyes sparkled with your compliment. Clasping her hands behind her back, she asked, "So are we still on for tomorrow night?"

"I'm looking forward to it." You reply before adding, "7pm at La Cocina."

Reaching out, Maddie shook your hand, saying, "It's a date."

Maddie's hand was very warm as she looked at you. The two of you just stood there before you heard a call of "Coach Maddie" echoed from upstairs.

Clearing her throat, Maddie retrieved her hand before mumbling, "I should make sure they're not killing each other."

Your eyes followed the assistant teacher as she disappeared into the locker room. A stray thought hit you like a speeding car. You wondered how her ass would look on her hands and knees while you fed your cock into her from behind.

Groaning, you close your eyes as you try to combat your rapidly stiffening cock, having decided it was now recovered from Saturday. Opening your eyes, you met Rebecca, who was staring intently at the tent you were building in your jeans.

You head upstairs trying to hide your erection from anyone who happens to be looking. Entering the office, you close the door and sit down at the desk. You could hear the water rushing through the pipes and realized you made a mistake.

Like something out of Porkies or **** of the Nerds. You could see, in your mind's eye, the bevy of nude cheerleaders just a couple walls away washing and stroking their bodies. Closing your eyes, you fought down the need to fish out your dick and rub one out.

After 15 or so minutes, the water stopped running as you could hear the team head for the parking lot.

Finally certain all your students have left, you get up. Grabbing your bag, you leave the office, locking the door. You slowly walk down the stairs to the basketball court and are almost to the parking lot exit when you pause.