Volleyball Drills

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Coach Logan Reardon

It was only the second week of practice and the coach of the Rutherford High School girls volleyball team was not happy. His best returning player had managed to break her arm playing badminton during the summer. Seriously, he thought to himself, who breaks their arm playing badminton. Logan glanced over his shoulder at Mandy Patterson as she sat on the bottom level of the bleachers, her right arm in a sling. Noticing that he was looking her way, Mandy smiled brightly at him. He returned the smile halfheartedly before turning his attention back to the court where the rest of the team was scrimmaging.

He felt bad for the girl, but not as bad as he felt for the team. Logan sighed. It wasn't as if Mandy's injury was the only problem he had though. Turn out at the tryouts had been, well, anemic. They'd only managed to find three new members, leaving the team dangerously thin. And to top it all off, money for less popular sports like volleyball was in short supply. Principal Jenkins had made it clear to Logan that if he couldn't manage a decent showing this year, the volleyball program was in jeopardy.

As the coach watched one of his front line players slap another shot into the net, he heard one of the gymnasium doors open to his left. He turned to see one of his senior players entering the gym. Savannah was twenty minutes late, and it was the third time in just two weeks that she'd been late for practice. Logan understood that the kids had a lot going on, with classes and homework, family commitments, part time jobs, etc volleyball was often low on the priority list. But, when he'd asked Savannah why she'd been late earlier in the week, the brunette had basically blown him off. This time, he needed to show her that it wasn't acceptable for her to keep this behavior up.

"Savannah," he barked, motioning for her to join him by the bleachers.

 

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Savannah Waters

This was Savannah's 4th year on the volleyball team, and since she was a senior, volleyball had become less and less important to her. She had once loved it, and now it was merely a way to stay in shape and an excuse to get away from home for practice, or get out of various other things.

But the consequence of taking AP classes, being overloaded with homework, having two jobs, being part of a big family, etc. was that she was often late. Late to school, late to work, and late to volleyball. She always had an excuse, but it didn't always cut it.

Savannah's looks could get her out of a lot of jams, but she knew that it wouldn't get her anywhere with Coach Reardon. Coach was happily married, and a hard-ass. Nobody got away with anything. She was surprised she was still on the team, having been late so many times. But she was a "star player", and had already been offered scholarships for volleyball to several schools. It would be a big mistake for him to cut her from the team, and he knew it.

"Savannah", Coach barked, as she entered the gym. He was by the bleachers, and motioning for her to run over. He looked mad as all hell. She tugged her hair into a ponytail and sprinted over.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

As Logan waited for Savannah to make her way across the hardwood floor, his attention snapped back to the court where Rachel Salico had just sent a spike sailing fifteen feet past the end line. Logan grabbed the whistle around his neck and brought it to his lips, giving it a quick, sharp blow. The girls stopped and turned to look at the coach.

"Rachel, you have to keep your eyes on the ball, not on the defender," Logan explained a hint of exasperation in his voice. "You need to know where your shot's going before you leave the ground, after that your focus needs to be on the ball. Don't worry about what she's doing on the other side of the net. Worry about you."

"Yes, Coach Reardon," the redhead responded, nodding her head.

"Alright," he said, giving his voice a more positive tone, "Let's try it again. Ashley you're serving." As the team resumed their scrimmage, Logan noticed Savannah pull up next to him.

"You're late again," he said without looking at the brunette. "Twenty minutes late means twenty laps around the gym after practice is over. Now get in there and take Ashley's place."

"Unless you have something to say?" Logan added, turning to stare the attractive senior in the face.

 

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Savannah stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "After everyone's left so you can be alone with me again?" she muttered under her breath, quiet enough for him to not hear her.

He turned to look at her finally, "Unless you have something to say?"

"Yeah. I had to bail my brother out from jail." she said, deadpan.

"Funny, Savannah. As if I haven't heard enough excuses out of you."

"I'm not kidding. My brother got arrested last night and my parents are out of town and couldn't bail him out. I had work from 4-7 this morning and then I had school, and then I had to go bail him out between then and now, where I stand before you, explaining why I am late." she was trying to keep it together and not make a scene in front of him, or the other girls.

"Should I go take Ashley's place now, or do you have more for me?" she asked quietly.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan turned away from Savannah, turning his attention back to the rest of the team before answering her, "Take Ashley's place. And watch your footwork on those deep sets. Last practice you were getting too far back on your heels."

He tried not to let his frustration show in his voice, but he'd never been particularly good at that. Logan didn't really know whether he believed the teen or not. If Savannah was telling the truth, then he couldn't help but feel sorry for her, but his problem was he just couldn't tell. He wondered if there was more going on than she had let on, but quickly reminded himself that he wasn't her father, he was her coach.

"Better that time, Rachel," he called out after seeing her smack a shot off the defender's arms and out of bounds.

The rest of the scrimmage went better. Having Savannah there to help some of the younger girls was making a difference. If you can just get her to show up on time we might be able to salvage something out of this season, he told himself as he glanced down at his watch.

"Alright, girls," he said, blowing the whistle. "Ten minutes left, let's do our serve and dig drill, then we'll finish up with two minutes of baseline sprints." The drill allowed the girls to alternate between serving and receiving serve. After each player had gotten a chance to cycle through twice, Coach Reardon blew the whistle signaling the start of the baseline sprints, at which point the girls had to run as fast as they could to the baseline, then back to the net. They would continue until the two minutes were up.

By the time Logan finally called an end to practice, and more importantly, to the dreaded sprints, many of the girls looked like they were ready to collapse. His assistant coach and student trainer passed out water to the girls, giving them a chance to rehydrate before the filed off the floor to the locker room. Logan personally carried a bottle of water to Savannah and offered it to her.

"You ready for those twenty laps, or do you need a minute?" he asked.

 

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Savannah was already tired when practice began, so by the end of it (even though she'd been late), she was beat. She had managed to forget that she had been assigned 20 laps, and started to file towards the back door with the rest of the girls.

Coach Reardon stood behind her, offering her a bottle of water, and she realized she wasn't leaving. She took a deep breath and took the bottle, taking a long drink. "I need a minute." She sat down right where she stood in the corner of the gym, drinking the bottle of water. "Okay, I'm good." she stood up and took off the volleyball shirt the girls were required to wear over their sports bras. She knew it wasn't entirely appropriate, but she was sweating like crazy and it was hot in the gym.

The coach had seen her, and plenty of the other girls in their sports bras and shorts before, since they often practiced in the summer, and for various other reasons. There were plenty of rumors about him in the school, considering his job involved him to be around barely-dressed teenage girls. But whoever started those rumors was probably jealous. Savannah had to admit, he seemed to have it pretty good. And as far as she knew, he'd never crossed the line with any of the girls, or even come close to it. He might be tough, but he was respectful.

"You going to stand there and watch me?" She took off running counter-clockwise around the gym, wishing that he wasn't standing there to "make sure she ran her laps".

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan stood over Savannah, waiting patiently as she finished drinking the bottle of water that he'd handed to her. Seeing how tired she was, he almost felt sorry for her. He was actually considering reducing her sentence in half based on the effort she'd given in the second half of practice, when the brunette announced that she was ready to start her punishment. Before Logan had a chance to respond, Savannah had climbed to her feet and quickly removed her shirt, leaving her in just her sports bra and her shorts.

Whatever he had been about to say died on his lips as he involuntarily glanced down at the beautiful girl's chest for the briefest of moments. Logan had certainly been around high school girls enough to know that you had to keep your distance. And after years as the volleyball coach for the girls team, he'd become accustomed to seeing the girls in short shorts, tight shorts, tank tops and even sports bras, but the truth was, Savannah Waters wasn't your average teenage girl. If it had been any other girl on the team, the coach wouldn't have thought twice about her taking her shirt off, but with Savannah, he found himself suddenly very aware of the fact that they were alone.

Thankfully, Savannah took off running, giving Logan a chance to regain his composure. With a sigh, he reached up and rubbed the stubble of his closely shaved head. Picking up the empty water bottle that Savannah had set on the floor, the coach walked over to the bleachers and took a seat. He sat the water bottle down and picked up the clipboard that had his team roster on it. With a quick glance in Savannah's direction, he began to study the roster, trying to decide what he could do to improve their chances.

After Savannah finished her 10th lap, Coach Reardon decided to have mercy on her. "Okay, Waters. Bring it in," he said, motioning for her to join him. "If you help me take down the net and get all of the balls back into the equipment room, I'll let you off with time served. Does that work for you?"

 

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Savannah ran just a little faster than she needed to, both to impress the coach, and to get it over with faster. She noticed that the coach was looking at his clipboard each time she passed him, "Impressive work, coach." she joked, on the eighth lap. She panted slightly and gripped her knees, pausing near the end of her ninth.

"God, yes." she groaned, reaching up to slick back the bangs that had come loose from her ponytail. This motion caused the sportsbra to slide up a couple inches, exposing the very bottoms of her tan and freckled breasts and the muscles in her stomach to pull taut.

She did a few quick stretches, and walked towards the coach to help him out.

"That totally works for me, Coach R." she winked, hoping she wasn't pushing her luck. "I need to kill a little time anyways." she fought back a smile. "Anything you want to fill me in on?" she asked, motioning towards his clipboard as they started to gather up the balls.

There was something about Coach Reardon that caused many-a-girl to develop a crush on him, or even quit the team. He was rugged, and handsome, but he still had some of his boyish charm left. He used to coach boy's basketball, if she recalled right. The two never spoke much about past or personal life, beyond a few snarled questions or when she was late. She stared at him a minute too long, appreciating his newly shaved head and broad shoulders.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

"God, yes," Logan heard Savannah respond as she stopped running. Looking up at her as she reached up to push some loose strands of hair from her face, he couldn't help but notice the way her sports bra slid up, revealing the bottom curves of her breasts. He knew he should look away, but he found his gaze linger there just a moment longer, taking in the perkiness of her breasts. In that brief glance, he also noticed that her breasts appeared tan. An image of Savannah sunbathing topless by a pool flashed into Logan's mind, an image which he forced himself to push away immediately.

As she began to stretch, the coach turned away, laying his clipboard and pen down. He reached down and grabbed a mesh bag that would hold the balls. "That totally works for me, Coach R," he heard the brunette say as she began to walk over. He hated when people called him Coach R. The head football coach, a pompous jackass named Rex Masters called him that all the time and it drove him crazy. He was pretty sure he'd asked the girls not to call him that at least a hundred times. Which, most likely Savannah was doing it to get under his skin.

Doing his best to ignore it, Logan reached down and picked up two balls that were sitting in front of the bleachers, pushing them into the mesh bag. "Anything you want to fill me in on?" he heard Savannah ask, her eyes on the clipboard.

"Just taking another look at the rotation," he explained as she collected two of the balls from the center of the court. He walked toward her so that she could put the balls into the bag.

"I'm trying to decide whether I want to put Shelby into the starting rotation," he admitted, thinking that maybe he could get Savannah to take on more of a leadership role if her involved her in some of the decisions. She was a senior and one of the team captains. He needed her to embrace that role if the team was going to succeed. "I know she's young, but she's got good potential. I think if I can get her some game experience she could really develop quickly. What do you think?"

As he finished speaking, he opened the bag up so that she could drop her balls in. Instead, Savannah just stood there, looking at him with a strange look on her face. He shook the bag trying to get her attention.

 

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Savannah shook her head, realizing she was still staring. "I'm not sure." she realized that he wanted her to take on some more, since she was in a position of leadership, and one of the eldest girls on the team. "Shelby has potential to be a better player, but she's a little bit too lazy and unpredictable to have her in the starting rotation. What do you think about Kara?"

She walked across the gym to get a couple of lone balls, her tight butt and legs straining as she leaned over a railing to reach one. She looked back at the Coach, and suddenly threw it, "Catch!" she giggled as he struggled to catch the ball in one hand and hold onto the bag full of the rest of the balls.

"Shelby could use some stricter training. Maybe even one-on-one. She needs to toughen up and become more of a team player. She's spoiled." Coming from anyone else's mouth, it would have seemed like gossip or even dislike for the girl, but Savannah was just speaking from her own observation of the girl, who liked to paint her nails or even talk on the phone during volleyball practice. (That wasn't the only clue-in, but it was enough.)

"Kara isn't as good of a player yet, but she's very ambitious." Savannah watched as the coach tied the bag of balls closed, and started to dismantle the net. They worked together to get it down, and they carried it close to the door of the equipment room. She ran back to get the bag of balls, putting it inside, and he set the broken down net in after it. The side of his jaw tensed with the effort, and for the first time, she noticed a long scar under his lower lip.

Without thinking about it, Savannah reached up and ran her finger along the scar, "What happened?" she asked quietly.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan was surprised at first that Savannah suggested Kara, but as he thought about it, he decided she might be right. Kara probably wasn't as physically gifted as Shelby, but she was definitely more eager to please, and was one of the hardest workers on the team when it came to practice. The coach looked up, scanning the gym floor for any stray balls, when he noticed Savannah leaning over to pick one up. The shorts that the girls wore were naturally tight, and with the brunette leaning over the way she was, the shorts tightened even more around her butt. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me, Logan asked himself as he realized he was staring at the teenager's ass.

"Catch," he heard her yell and suddenly a volleyball was flying toward his head as he heard Savannah giggling. Logan barely managed to get a hand up and catch the ball while keeping hold of the bag with his other hand. He frowned at the teenager but she didn't seem to notice.

After they'd gathered all the balls and taken down the practice net, they still had to put everything back into the equipment room. As Savannah carried the mesh bag over, Logan lifted the bag that held the folded net and the poles, placing it inside the room on a lower shelf. As he turned back around to take the balls from Savannah, she reached up and touched the scar on his chin, ""What happened?"

Instinctively, the coach pulled away from the teen, very aware of how a simple gesture like hers could be misinterpreted if someone were to have walked in and seen it. He knew that Savannah probably didn't mean anything by it, but he didn't want to take any chances. "It's nothing. Just a reminder of my college bar days," he finally said. Savannah was still standing close, too close for Logan's comfort. As he glanced down at her, he found himself noticing just how beautiful her eyes were, and the fact that she still wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Thanks for helping me clean up," he said, trying not to let his eyes linger where they shouldn't. "Don't forget to get your shirt," he said, brushing past her and out of the doorway of the equipment room.

 

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Savannah realized she may have crossed a line when the coach pulled away abruptly, and took his gaze off of hers. She shrugged, as if to suggest she didn't see anything wrong with it. "Well, glad to see you've made something of your life, Coach!" she joked, punching him in the arm.

He looked down, and they were suddenly both keenly aware of how little clothing she wore, especially on top. She crossed her arms over her chest as he thanked her for her help, and reminded her to get her shirt from the gym. He rushed out as if the equipment room was on fire, and Savannah couldn't help but wonder if she'd said something wrong.

She hurried into the gym, grabbing her shirt off the ground, and putting it back on, before making her way to the parking lot. When she finally got home and got a shower, it was past eight, and she still had hours of homework to do. She started to do her calculus, and found herself wondering what Coach Reardon had been like in his "college bar days".

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Well, glad to see you've made something of your life, Coach! As Logan sat in his SUV in the driveway beside his house, Savannah's sarcastic remark echoed in his head. In high school, he'd been sure that he was going to be a professional basketball player or a beach volleyball player. Then in college, as the reality of trying to make a career out of athletics began to set in, Logan had decided that he needed to do something else. Something serious. He'd chosen a double major in History and Political Science with the intention of going into Law School. He'd actually gotten accepted into several good Law Schools after completing his undergraduate degrees, but then he'd met Julie, his wife.

They'd fallen in love and within the year had married. Julie was a semi-successful model, but when she'd ended up pregnant just three months into the marriage, and as a result, out of work, Logan had put Law School on hold to take a position as a teacher. The intention was just for him to teach for a year or two until Julie could return to work, then he would return to Law School. But a year or two became five, then six, then seven. Now Logan was a 29 year old history teacher and volleyball coach, married with one child. Well, glad to see you've made something of your life, Coach!

Trying to put Savannah and her comment out of his mind, the coach turned the engine off and opened the door. He glanced down at his watch as he made his way up the sidewalk to the front of the house, but it was too dark out to see the time. When he got inside, he sat his bag down by the door and kicked his shoes off. the house was quiet, except for the swishing hum of the dishwasher coming from the kitchen. After a quick stop in the kitchen to see what Julie had made for dinner, Logan made his way upstairs.

He stopped in his son's room and kissed the sleeping child's forehead, before moving on down the hall to the master bedroom. As he entered the room, his wife was bent over in front of the dresser, putting clothes away. She was already dressed for bed, wearing a sleep shirt that just did hang down past her waist. Logan moved up behind Julie, placing his hands on her hips and letting his hips press against her ass. "Miss me?" he asked, as she straightened up and turned to look at him.

"Feeling frisky, I see," Julie responded, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Must be all that time you spend around those little high school girls in their tight shorts." She smiled and patted him on the shoulder as she brushed past him.

"Very funny," he said, though the mention of tight shorts had conjured a quick image into his mind, an image of Savannah Waters in her shorts, bending over to pick up the loose balls. Julie was constantly teasing him, accusing him of becoming a girls coach so that he could hit on younger women. Logan pulled his shirt up over his head and off.

"Oh don't get me wrong," Julie added as she put the last of the clothes in the closet, and walked back toward her husband. "I'm not complaining. I mean, if watching a bunch of girls with braces and pigtails gets you hot who am I to complain, as long as you come home and bang me silly, right?"

Logan didn't answer his wife, at least not with words. Instead he grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss, and eventually onto the bed. She continued to tease him about the girls from the volleyball team and from his classes, and each time she did, his mind would stray to thoughts of Savannah, and each time, his thoughts would linger there just a bit longer than the time before. They made love twice that night, and both times, just before Logan climaxed, he thought of the beautiful teenager, and each time he felt guilty.

 

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Savannah finished all of her homework, and went downstairs to see if there was anything to eat. She was supposed to see her boyfriend, Brendan, but she had called him to let him know she was worn out from volleyball and overloaded with homework. He had been disappointed, but understanding. The two had been dating since her sophomore year, when he was a senior.

She texted Brendan goodnight as she pulled some leftover spaghetti out of the fridge and heated it up. Her brother came strolling into the kitchen, "Hey bitch, making me dinner?" he grinned and ruffled her hair,

"Don't fucking touch me." she shoved him away. "You can have whatever's left after I'm done with it." her brother seemed to find this extremely funny, but she just rolled her eyes and took the food out of the microwave, putting half of it on a plate and going into the kitchen to eat it. She couldn't believe the nerve that Thomas had, especially after how she'd just bailed him out of jail the same day.

"Seriously. I'm still mad at you." she said, as he tried to sit down next to her.

By the time Savannah got into bed, she was fighting off sleep, and it seemed like no time had passed when morning came. She pressed snooze a couple times too many on her alarm clock, and by 7:00, when she got out of bed, she realized she'd be late if she took time to do her regular routine.

She got dressed in a flash, put on a bit of makeup, ran a brush through her hair, and sped the entire way to school. "Fuck my life." she muttered as she got to her homeroom, of course, late.

"Savannah?" The teacher started, but just trailed off and shook her head, "Never mind. Don't be late again.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

The next day was the last practice for the team before their first official game, and Logan knew they had a lot of work to do if they were going to be ready. Luckily, their first opponent, Mountsville, was not expected to be a powerhouse this year, but he didn't want to take any chances. In between classes, and at lunch, the coach spent his free time game planning for the match, and making plans for that night's practice. He had a list a mile long of drills he wanted to run through, game strategy that he needed to cover, not to mention, one-on-one instructional sessions planned for each girl.

When the final bell rang, Logan gathered his things from his class and made his way through the crowded hallways to the gymnasium. After changing into his shorts and t-shirt, he still had nearly an hour before the practice was scheduled to start. He gave his notes one last look before pulling the net out of the equipment room and starting to set it up.

 

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Savannah had trouble concentrating in all of her classes, finding it difficult to stay awake. She almost got sent to the principal in Calculus, her last class, but she saved her teacher the trouble by offering to leave early. She changed in the bathroom into her volleyball shirt and a sports bra, pulling on a pair of bright red shorts that were tight across the butt.

She made her way to the gym, almost an hour before the girls would start getting there for practice. The last thing Savannah expected to see was her coach. She dropped her books on the ground. "Hi...I didn't expect to see you here so early."

Then she slapped herself mentally. Shouldn't he be saying the same thing to her?

"Need some help?" Coach was setting up the net, and he looked just as tired and strained as she was. She sprinted over to help him, and after they had it up, she looked at him quietly. She still had some power, and although she felt the need to apologize, she didn't want him to completely have the reigns. "You okay, you look totally washed out."

Savannah looked over at a small chart of all the girls on the team, and smirked. Most of the girls were sophomores and juniors, and were awkward and hadn't completely filled out yet. She'd been an early bloomer, and had the past several years to grow into her beauty. But she didn't flaunt it like most of the seniors at school did. She tended to dress less provocatively, because she was actually quite shy on the inside, despite her hardened shell.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

"Hi...I didn't expect to see you here so early," the coach heard someone say from across the gym. As he released his grip on the volleyball net and turned to see who it was, he was shocked to see Savannah Waters standing by the door, already dressed for practice. Wondering if maybe he had misread his watch the last time he'd checked it, Logan glanced back down. Nope. She's early. More than forty-five minutes early at that.

Logan started to say something smart to the girl about her early arrival, but before he could, she was jogging toward him, asking if she could help. He decided that if she was making an attempt to rebound from her previous behavior, the last thing he wanted to do was to keep bringing it up. Maybe her being there early was a sign that she really was ready to accept more responsibility on the team.

"You okay, you look totally washed out?" Savannah said after they had finished setting up the net.

"I'm fine," the coach responded. "Long night I guess." Just mentioning the previous night reminded him of sex with his wife, or more specifically, sex with his wife while he had thought about Savannah.

"What about you?" he asked, trying to change the subject. "Did your day improve any last night? Everything okay at home?" Logan tried to sound casual, but the more he thought about the previous day's practice, and his encounter with Julie, the more awkward he felt around Savannah. Of all days, why did she have to choose this one to show up early? And why do we have to be alone together? And why are her shorts so fricking tight.

Logan groaned softly to himself as he tried to focus his thoughts on volleyball.

 

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As they set up the net, Coach Reardon answered her question. But he seemed strained. What did she expect, that he would open up to her? He obviously put up with her, and didn't enjoy her very much. "Sorry you had such a stressful night." she whispered, putting her hand on his arm.

They finished setting up the net, and went to get the bag of balls, "What about you?" he asked her, "Did you day improve any last night? Everything okay at home?" For a moment, Savannah considered a witty retort, but he seemed genuinely interested.

"Not really. My brother has been acting like a pretentious asshole, especially considering I just bailed his ass out of jail." she pulled a Vitamin Water out of her bag and opened it, taking a long sip. "Things are just really hard to juggle," she admitted, "and it gets really difficult to be on time and handle everything."

She stood close to him, "Thanks for listening." Staring up into his eyes, she noticed how good looking he really was. He had a great bone structure, and he had a great jawline, as she had noticed before. "Why'd you get married so early?" she blurted out.

"Oh my God." she moaned to herself, "Why the fuck did I just ask him that? It's none of my business." she had just wondered why such a handsome man with so much potential had gotten married, become a teacher, and had kids.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

"Thanks for listening," Savannah said as she finished telling Logan about her brother. He glanced over at her, noticing that she was standing close. She was also staring at him, as if she was studying his face. Feeling her eyes on him, having her so close, was making it difficult for the coach to focus on volleyball.

He started to say something, anything to fill the silence, but before he could, Savannah blurted out, "Why'd you get married so early?"

The awkwardness of the question struck him, leaving him speechless for a moment. It wasn't that the question was inappropriate, just that it seemed to come out of nowhere. Why would a high school girl care how old her volleyball coach was when he'd gotten married? How would she even have known how old he was? "I don't know, Savannah," he said, still searching for an answer.

"I guess for the same reasons that anyone else does, I fell in love," he finally said. "It's not like I was eighteen or nineteen, though. I was 23. Why do you ask, you're not thinking about getting married are you?" he joked, stepping back a step to put a little distance between himself and the attractive teenager.

 

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The awkwardness and surprise was obvious in his eyes as he hesitated to respond. His answer was just as awkward as the silence, and it seemed almost forced. "Absolutely not." she scoffed, "I'm not that into ANYONE. It's just...you seem like you settled down young. 23 is young, isn't it? Getting married, having babies, moving into that white picket fenced house...just seems like the life most ambitious men try to avoid." she shrugged, as he stepped back.

"Did I cross the line?" she stretched and rubbed the back of her neck nervously, unintentionally pressing her breasts forward.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Getting married, having babies, moving into that white picket fenced house...just seems like the life most ambitious men try to avoid. It wasn't what Savannah had said that pissed Coach Reardon off, so much as the way she'd said it. Perhaps it was a classic case of "the truth hurts", or maybe it was just the idea of this teenage girl who barely knew him questioning his life choices, but whatever it was, he was definitely pissed now.

"Did I cross the line?" he heard Savannah ask as he looked up at her. For a brief moment, his angry retort was forestalled by the sight of the girl's chest pushing toward him as she stretched. For some reason the distraction of her firm, young body only seemed to fuel Logan's anger.

Shaking off the sight, he looked her in the eye, "My life isn't really any of your business. But, for the record, I think it is possible to have a family and still have ambition."

"Now, unless you have any more observations about my private life that you want to share with me, why don't we finish getting ready for practice," the coach suggested as he jerked the bag of balls open and dumped them out onto the floor, letting them scatter chaotically.

 

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Savannah bit back a laugh. Her coach was such a mixed bag of emotions and sarcasm. "So you admit they're observations, and not opinions." she muttered quietly as she tried to gather up the balls which had scattered violently all over the floor.

She didn't know what had gotten into her. She supposed it had to do with her current home life, and the fact that Coach Reardon tended to avoid asking her questions about her own life. She had switched all the conversations to being about his life, and it was almost a relief.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan felt foolish as he walked away from the teenager, his face flushed as much with embarrassment and frustration as with anger. He wasn't sure what it was about Savannah that enabled her to get under his skin so easily, or why he seemed to suddenly care so much what she thought, but he wasn't happy about it. And he certainly wasn't happy that he had overreacted to her relatively harmless comment.

The team's practice did little to improve the coach's mood. They weren't ready for their first game. That much was obvious to him. And it wasn't as if he hadn't given the girls everything he had during practice to get them there. He'd been right there with them for every drill, every sprint, showing them exactly how much effort he expected, how much of a committment he demanded. He'd corrected every mistake, taught every trick, and pushed every button. By the time it was over and the girls were filing out of the gym, Logan was mentally and physically exhausted.

Ignoring a couple of optimistic comments from his assistant coach, Debbie Kline, he pulled his whistle from around his neck and tossed it down onto the floor, his clipboard quickly following it, clattering against the hard surface. Recognizing that Logan was in no mood to talk, Coach Kline excused herself, leaving him alone in the gym.

Logan had worked up a sweat during practice, and the gym was more than a little hot and stuffy, so he pulled his t-shirt off. He wiped sweat from his face and then his chest with the shirt before tossing it to the bleachers. He considered removing the long, black workout pants he was wearing, since he was wearing shorts beneath, but decided against it. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned.

"I'm sorry, Debbie, I just have a lot on..." as he turned he realized it wasn't Coach Kline who had stepped up behind him.

 

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Savannah stood, in her tight jeans and long sleeved t-shirt, her hair still damp and her face free of any make-up. "Hi." She said quietly, staring at him, "Not Debbie. If you couldn't notice." She giggled, looking down at her body, wondering how anyone could ever confuse them.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. My stress at home or in school is no excuse to interrogate you or get feisty with you." She trailed off, staring at his bare, sweaty chest and shoulders. But damn, was he fit! And free of most of the hair men his age were covered in. She bit her lower lip and looked up to his shoulders, letting her eyes flit down slowly over his pecs, his firm, chiseled abs, the "v" lines...she wondered if he was as...

"Oh my God!" She squealed to herself, ashamed.

Her eyes shot back up to his, her cheeks flushed. "Uhm...so, yeah. Practice was good, huh?"

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

For some reason, seeing Savannah standing there, fresh from the showers, her hair still wet, Logan felt the stress and frustration that had been eating at him just drain away. It didn't really make any sense. If anyone could be said to be the focal point of his frustration it would be the brunette teen. The biting comments that she had made to him had dug at him and the attraction he had felt toward her, the guilt of having fantasized about her, haunted him still. He should be upset with Savannah. He should be guarded. He should want to be as far away from her as he could be. But instead he felt nothing.

No. Not nothing. There was something there, but it wasn't anger, or resentment, frustration or guilt. Those things had melted away, almost as if his exahustion made it to hard to hold on to the emotions. But it was more than just the fact that he was tired. The truth was, as Logan stood there looking at the beautiful girl, he realized that it wasn't fair to blame her. It wasn't Savannah's fault that he had regrets about the choices he had made in life. It wasn't even her fault that he found her attractive. It wasn't as if she'd done anything to provoke that. If he was upset about that, he needed to blame himself.

Pulling himself from his momentary self-analysis, Logan smiled in response to Savannah's comment about being confused with Coach Kline. She was right, only a blind man could ever confuse the stout middle-aged teacher with the slender, sexy teenager.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. My stress at home or in school is no excuse to interrogate you or get feisty with you," she said, her voice sounding a little less confident than usual, a lot less sarcastic. Logan suspected that Savannah was probably feeling a little unsure of herself because she was probably confused by the way he'd acted earlier. Sometimes it was easy for teachers to lose sight of how much they could effect their students.

"Uhm...so, yeah. Practice was good, huh?" Savannah said as they made eye contact. Logan couldn't help but notice that she was blushing slightly.

"Let's agree to talk about anything but practice," Logan suggested, smiling at the brunette. "And you don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. If you haven't figured out by now, most men spend their lives making a series of bad choices and getting angry at anyone who takes the time to point it out to them."

The coach bent down and picked up the discarded whistle and clip board before walking over the bottom row of bleachers and sitting down. He glanced up at Savannah, then motioned for her to join him. "Have a seat...unless you have somewhere to be?"