First Practice

Logan spent the last free period of the day on the basketball court, preparing for the first team practice after dropping Jo off at her next class. After long debates over the phone, him and Darcy had finally agreed on a roster.

SWISH!

Logan pumped his fist as yet another three-pointer sunk inside the net.

"Ooooh... old man still got it!" A teasing voice called out from behind him. Logan whirled around to see his assistant coach, Darcy, leaning casually against the gymnasium wall, watching him with interest, her arms tucked under her ample bosom.

"Oh, y'know... just having some fun." Logan responded, shrugging self-consciously as he jogged over to Darcy.

"What're your plans for first practice?" She asked.

"Well, I'm thinking we run mainly scrims and game scenarios, just so I can get a feel of how the team gels. Are you free to work on the playbook after practice, for say, half an hour?" Logan asked. Darcy nodded.

"Sounds good." She answered before bending down, her ass stretching against her joggers as she picked up the ball Logan was shooting with. "We've got fifteen minutes until practice- wanna run some ones?" She asked.

Logan grinned.

"Why not? Your funeral." He teased as Darcy threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh you're on!"

Logan rolled the ball to her.

"Ladies first." He explained. Darcy rolled her eyes.

"What a gentleman." She answered before settling into her triple threat position and slowly began dribbling.

The first few seconds she just moved around the perimeter, occasionally dropping a move to see if Logan would bite. Logan was all to familiar with the dance. They were assessing each other. Just as she was watching his defensive stance and how he reacted to her moves, he watched, the fluency with which she dribbled with, her dominant hand.

Suddenly, Darcy wrapped the ball behind her back and shot forward, darting past Logan.

"Shit!" Logan exclaimed, running after her. Darcy laughed in the wind. Logan knew he could easily catch up and stop her from scoring- Darcy was good, but she wasn't in her prime anymore.

But Logan held back, allowing Darcy sprint forward and take off, gracefully dropping the ball against the glass backboard for it to bounce into the hoop.

Logan, however, was more interested in her landing- seeing her ample butt bounce numerous times as she absorbed the shock of the ground.

"Ha! One-nothing, Coach!" She cried out, roughly passing the ball to him. Logan smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Went easy on you there. Don't count on it again." He answered, rolling the ball back to her. Darcy chuckled.

"Whatever you say, old man."

She went back to dribbling, but this time opting for a new routine. Instead of trying to slash past him from the three-point line like last time she... turned around and began to back into him?

"D-Darcy?" Logan asked as she shoved her ass into his crotch, pressing her toned back against his chest.

"What? Scared of a little post play?" She asked cheekily, before bending down, her asscheeks practically hotdogging Logan's semi-hard cock.

"Post play..." He murmured as he held his ground, preventing Darcy from pushing him back further- though she tried, throwing her back into Logan's chest, but he refused to budge.

"Shit, Coach... you're stronger than you look!" She exclaimed after a third unsuccessful charge, that now left him almost fully hard. "But you ain't ready for this!"

Logan yelped as Darcy suddenly swung her right arm around him, grabbing a handful of his ass before pushing off his butt, shoving him down and sprinting to the hoop.

Logan righted himself, shocked. Fine. Two could play that game.

Logan sprinted down, catching up to Darcy. Just as she leapt in the air to score another seemingly open layup, you rose up out of nowhere behind her, volleyball spiking the ball high over the hoop.

"BLOCK BY JAMES!" He roared triumphantly as he landed smoothly on his feet, before looking at the shocked Darcy, sprawled on the floor.

"Oh shit, Coach D!" A voice whooped from the other side of the court. Logan whirled around to see the girls filing into the gym, dropping their bags on the bleachers and cheering enthusiastically at the play. You grinned, raising your arms in triumph.

Darcy righted herself before glaring at you.

"Show off." She muttered darkly, before nodding to the girls.

"Alright!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands and signalling for the girls to huddle in. "You twelve have been hand-picked by me and Coach Bryan over here to be the girl's varsity team for the Dawson Dam Cowgirls!"

A chorus of claps and whoops followed- participated in by all except Brooklyn, who was glaring a hole into the ground.

Slightly perturbed, you continued on.

"Of course, this is my first season with you. Y'all proved yourselves as ballers in tryouts, but I need to see how you lot gel together as a tea, so we're gonna be running plays and scrims for today, sound good?" You asked. A murmur of agreement happened before everyone was split into teams to run plays.