Volleyball Drills

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Savannah stopped texting when she heard Logan's tone of voice. He was actually being really nice. She hadn't needed to act like such a bitch towards him. "Wow, thank you." she paused, "That's very sweet of you to acknowledge me. We couldn't do it without you, though."

Her chest tightened. Of course he hadn't been hitting on her. He was just kidding. She'd taken it seriously! What was wrong with her? But as he told her that it wouldn't happen again, she felt a weird feeling in her gut. Disappointment...?

"Oh. Yeah. That's okay. I was just...being a little brat." she glanced quickly outside, seeing that none of the girls were still outside. They must have all boarded the bus already. She leaned towards him without thinking, her barely clad and still damp body against him for a moment, "Sometimes I think I get way with too much; I never get any good ol' fashioned punishment." she winked at him.

Before Logan could respond, she pushed open the gym door and sprinted towards the bus, yelling for her friends to join her in the festivities. They immediately started discussing their celebration plans, and wondering if their Coach would take them out.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Savannah rushed out the door and onto the bus before the coach could talk to her about the inappropriate comment she had made during the game. Just as well, he thought, no point in bringing her down before she'd really had a chance to enjoy the feeling of victory. That conversation could wait until the next day. Then we'll see whether she really thinks she always gets away without being punished, Logan mused.

The coach pushed the door open and bounded onto the bus, which was alive with the chattering of excited female voices. The girls didn't miss a beat as Logan joined them, if anything, the celebratory din grew louder, several girls calling his name, or patting him on the back as they beamed at him. To his surprise he even felt a hard slap on his ass, and quickly turned to see Sara smiling at him, "Good job, Coach Reardon," she said.

"Alright, girls," he said, his voice loud enough and deep enough to be heard over the other voices. "Settle down," it took a moment, but eventually most of the conversation stopped, heads turning toward Logan. "Great job tonight. It's only one game but we showed some real progress out there. I'm really proud of each of you. I can't wait to get back to practice on Monday and start to build on what you girls accomplished here."

He paused for a moment as several girls shouted and a smattering of clapping filled followed his comments. "The game ball goes to our Captain, Savannah," he announced, flipping the ball to the teenager sitting a few rows in front of him. "She also gets to pick the restaurant for dinner. My treat."

 

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"Olive Garden. I want some freaking carbs!!" she yelled out, and all the girls cheered and agreed. "That good with you, Coach R?" she said, sticking out her tongue. She rolled the ball around between her hands. Then she threw it to Sara, who caught it and threw it to Carol. Savannah leaned forward over the back of the seat, kneeling on it.

Her phone rang and she answered it, as Sara threw the ball back to her. She put it in her bag, smiling. It was Carter, her ex-boyfriend. They'd had a rough break up but in the past six months had become friends again. She hung up a few minutes later, smiling. "Hey, Lila!" she said, to the girl sitting next to Sara behind Savannah, "You guys wanna come over tonight and get our chem homework done and then watch a movie?"

Sara nodded, "Only if we can watch a porno." she said it loudly, hoping Coach Reardon would hear.
"Okay, fine. You're gonna have to buy one that's not super cheesy and fake, though. Or...you and Lila could just make it." the three girls burst out laughing, and then continued on to make their post-dinner plans.

When she noticed that all the girls were occupied with conversation, Savannah briefly glanced over at Coach Reardon, spanking her ass lightly. She shrugged, mouthing the words, "Lack of punishment." With that, she turned again to get back into the girls' conversation, waiting until they arrived at Olive Garden.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

As the bus began to pull away from the high school, the girls erupted in reaction to Logan's comments, as well as to Savannah's choice of restaurant, all the girls wanting to voice their opinion, whether they were in agreement or not. The coach slipped his cell phone out and checked to see if he had any missed messages. Two. The first was from his wife, just wishing him luck and asking him to call her once the match was over. The second voice mail was from Principal Saunders. Apparently, Coach Kline had called the Principal at home to discuss the incident on the bus with Savannah. Couldn't even fucking wait til tomorrow, could you Debbie? The Principal wanted to meet with him tomorrow to get his take on the encounter and discuss what if any punishment might come out of it. Fuck, maybe I can call in sick tomorrow, Logan thought. Determined not to worry about that situation until the next day, Logan quickly called home.

"Hey there," Julie picked up after two rings. "So, how did it go? Are we celebrating or regrouping?"

"Celebrating, definitely celebrating" he responded. "As a matter of fact, I'm taking the team out for a quick bite to eat before we come home, so I'll be a little later than I thought."

"Oh, I see, having dinner with a whole bus full of teenage girls is it?" Julie joked. "Well if they don't put out on the first date, feel free to wake me up when you get home."

"And if they do put out on the first date?"

"Very funny, good night honey," she said, making a kissing noise before hanging up.

Logan turned his attention back to the chaos of the bus just in time to hear Savannah discussing what kind of porno movie she was willing to watch, and her suggestion that perhaps Sara and Lila could make a porno together. Fireworks and images immediately burst into the coach's mind. Those images only intensified as he glanced up at Savannah Waters who was on her knees leaning over the back of the seat, her shorts pulling tight around her perfect little ass. Then while he was still checking her ass out, the brunette reached back and spanked her ass. He realized she was looking at him, mouthing 'lack of punishment' to him.

Jesus, this girl is seriously going to drive me crazy. What she needed was a real spanking. As he thought about it, Logan imagined pulling her down over his lap, pulling her shorts down and spanking her bare ass. It was an image that stayed with him for the rest of the drive until they reached the restaurant.

 

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Savannah giggled, putting her arms around two of the girls as they all made their way down the steps off the bus. All of the girls had asked her about Coach Reardon and if there was really anything going on, but she had assured them there was nothing happening. She had felt a sinking feeling in her chest when she had announced that she never thought he was attractive, knowing it was a lie.

As they were seated at three giant booths, Amy whispered to Savannah, "He was totally checking out your ass. And you so totally liked it! I saw you." Savannah blushed bright red. How had she missed the girl looking at her?!?! "What really happened between you two?" Amy pressed on.

"Nothing I swear," Savannah replied, cooly. She picked up the parmesean cheese shaker and sprinkled it on her salad plate, waiting for the bowl of salad to be put on the table. Coach Reardon was seated diagonally across the booth from her. But as the waitress brought the salad, Kailey got out of her side of the booth, and Savannah was forced to sit right in front of Coach Reardon.

"Looked like a serious phone call you had earlier." she joked, lightly, her foot brushing his under the table, "You okay, Coach?" She smiled at him, wondering what his relationship with his wife was like. Julie and she had only ever met once, very briefly. She only remembered her name because she'd once owned a cat named Julie and she had mentioned this to Coach Reardon's wife when they had met. She wondered if they fought or if they were loving and intimate. Savannah herself had often pondered on what being married was truly like, beyond all the complaining people did. Taking care of someone and being taken care of, but at the same time being your own independent parties supporting each other...it seemed so comforting.

She shook the thoughts off, putting her attention back on Coach Reardon. "Sorry. Thoughts constantly distract me from real life." she rolled her eyes, taking a dainty bite of salad.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan hadn't really given any thought to which table he would end up at, but as settled down into his seat, he decided that he would rather have sat at any table except the one with Savannah. Not that he was upset with her, or that he didn't want to talk to her, but lately he hadn't been able to get through a conversation with the teenage girl without one or both of them saying something they probably shouldn't have said. Luckily, most of those previous conversations had been private conversations. Now there was no privacy, now they were surrounded by eyes and ears. For some reason, that thought made Logan nervous.

"Looked like a serious phone call you had earlier," Savannah spoke up as the coach examined the menu. "You okay, Coach?" feeling her foot brush against his own under the table, Logan looked up at the brunette, seeing the friendly smile on her face.

"Not really, just calling home to let my wife no that I would be a little late tonight, and to let her know how the match went," he explained, realizing that she was referring to the phone call he'd made on the bus. "Didn't want her to worry," he added, but realized as he looked over at her that she seemed to be lost in thought.

"Sorry. Thoughts constantly distract me from real life," Savannah finally said.

"I usually have the opposite problem," he joked as he took a sip of his water. "Half the time I can't finish a thought because real life keeps getting in the way. Maybe that's the difference between youth and old age."

Okay, so far so good, he thought to himself. We're talking, neither one of us has said anything mean. Neither one of us has said anything inappropriate. We're being polite, we're being friendly. Okay, so why is it I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, he wondered.

 

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"Your wife is right to worry about you. I'm sure you get in all kinds of trouble, with that handsome mug." she giggled, taking a long sip of her water. She let her foot slide up to his ankle under the table. The other girls were all jostling each other, but each was too occupied with their food order and each other to notice anything. Savannah was a pro at subtlety.

"HA! Very funny!" she replied, "You're not old!" She took another bite of her salad, watching Logan's defined jaw as he chewed. Maybe the two of them would finally get along and talk without anything inappropriate or nasty happening. Her phone buzzed. She looked down at it on the seat. "What. The. Fuck." she said, her voice a growl.

It was a photo of Coach Reardon and Savannah after a game, his hand wrapped around her arm, talking to her intensely. Probably yelling. But out of context, the picture looked like a heated argument between...lovers. Shit. She didn't recognize the number that the photo message had come from. She texted it, "Who are you?" and tried to stay calm. The picture was nothing, so they couldn't prove anything.

Why did she feel so defensive, then?

"Gotta eat quickly, most of us girls still have workouts to do tonight, Coach."

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

The coach had dismissed the first touch of Savannah's foot against his leg as accidental, but the second time, as her foot brushed lightly against his ankle, he started to wonder if she was doing it on purpose, trying to push his buttons. Better safe than sorry, he thought, moving his leg slightly so that it was less likely to come in contact with the teenager's leg.

"You're not old!" Savannah responded to Logan's comment about the difference in their ages. Logan smiled graciously, but he was actually surprised how happy he felt hearing her say that. He started to say more, but before he could their conversation was interrupted by the buzz of the teenager's phone.

Logan broke a breadstick in half and took a bite, watching Savannah's face as she stared at her cell. She didn't look happy. Judging from the muttered curse he heard under her breath, she definitely wasn't happy. He was about to ask her if everything was okay, but loud voices from the next table pulled his attention away from the attractive brunette.

"Girls, let's use our inside voices," he said leaning back to eye the foursome of girls at the next table. "We aren't the only customers in the restaurant."

Turning his attention back to his own table, he saw that everyone seemed to be engaged in conversation, everyone except Savannah who seemed somewhat preoccupied. "Is everything okay? That wasn't bad news was it?" he asked, inclining his head in the direction of her phone.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Savannah's toes found her Coach's leg, which had intentionally moved away from her foot. This time they brushed above his ankle. He was wearing gym shorts, so she knew that he could feel her soft sock and warm toes on him. She looked directly at him, as he yelled at the other girls, telling them to calm down. He was firm, but kind. She wondered if that's what he was like in the bedroom. Kindly dominant. She shivered.

"Bad news, yeah. Everything is NOT okay. Someone's just...an asshole. Trying to make trouble." she shrugged it off, pretending it didn't bother her. But as her food came, and she ran her toes up and down Logan's shin, she wondered who had sent her that message. They hadn't answered yet, and she couldn't just call them in the middle of the restaurant.

She looked over at the other girls, seeing them preoccupied with their food and chatter. She slid her foot up to the inside of his knee, grinning at him.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan nearly choked on a mouthful of breadstick when he felt Savannah's foot find his leg again. This time there was no brief, seemingly accidental brush against his ankle. This time it was clearly deliberate as her socked foot glided up and down his shin. The coach found himself looking at the girls surrounding him, hoping that no one could see what was going on beneath the table. He had already overheard a couple of comments about the nature of his relationship with the team's captain, and the last thing he needed was to add fuel to that fire.

No one seemed to be paying any attention to him. No one except Savannah Waters who was smiling at him from across the table. Smiling at him and running her foot higher up the inside of his leg. Logan shifted in his seat again, but it didn't do any good, with girls on either side of him, he didn't really have anywhere to go. He was trapped.

"So, Lila, how is Drama Club going?" the coach said, turning his head to address the girl to his left. Unfortunately for Logan, she was involved in a conversation with two other girls, and didn't seem to hear his question. As he glanced back toward Savannah, he felt her toes press against his knee again. By this time, his body had begun to respond to the teenager's gentle teasing, his cock actually stirring slightly in his pants.

Leaning forward as if he was reaching for another breadstick, Logan locked his eyes on the sexy brunette, and spoke in a hushed voice, "I think you should stop...for both our sakes."

 

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Savannah smiled back, her eyes twinkling, as she reached forward to grab a breadstick. Wrapping her lips around it, she bit down into the soft, warm bread. "Mmmm." she said quietly, "This breadstick is so good. Gotta get at least SOME carbs in us after that match, right girls?" she said, elbowing the girl to the right of her.
"Yeah, Savvy." the girl said, barely responding. Most of the girls at the table were too into their food and joking around about the calories that each one was consuming, to notice anything about Savannah or their coach.

And they certainly weren't looking under the table.

Savannah's eyes twinkled again as she saw the look in Logan's eyes. She bit her lower lip, licking a spot of sauce from it. "Should I?" The look in his eyes and the strain in his voice just urged her on. She let her toes and the pad of her foot drift from against his knee to behind his knee and the side of his thigh. Innocent. Gentle teasing.

She twirled her spaghetti over her fork, taking another bite, finally ripping her gaze from his. Her small toes teased and brushed against his leg, nowhere near to touching his cock, but it didn't matter. It was still wildly inappropriate and she knew she should stop. But she wouldn't.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan wasn't surprised one bit by Savannah's response to his warning, nor by the mishcevious twinkle in her eyes, but he was surprised by the undeniable sense of...relief?!!! that he felt when he realized she wasn't going to stop. As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, he didn't really want her to stop. The feel of her foot gliding up and down the inside of his leg was exhilirating, arousing in the truest sense of the word. And yet it was wrong...so very wrong.

As her toes slowly inched from his knee to his thigh, the coach tried to hide his discomfort, if you could call it that, by taking a long drink of water. As he lowered his glass back down to the table he peered over at Savannah, watching as she took a bite of spaghetti, behaving as if absolutely nothing unusual was going on. Behaving as if she didn't even realize that she had given him an erection.

"I'm serious," he hissed, trying not to sound angry, as he reached beneath the table and caught hold of her foot, holding it away from his leg, but not letting go of it yet. "I know you like playing games, and you like pushing my buttons, and that's fine up to a point. But right now, this..." he shook her foot slightly, "...this is too much." Logan hesitated for a moment, still holding Savannah's small foot in his hand, wishing in the back of his mind, that he could simply guide her foot to the bulge in his pants and let her finish what she'd started, but he knew he couldn't, he knew he shouldn't...finally he realeased his grip and brought his hands back up above the table.

 

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Savannah giggled and continued to eat her spaghetti, staring at her Coach. She was just being silly and enjoying the effect she seemed to be having on him, making him uncomfortable. She was not yet aware of his erection or the fact that he wanted her to stop because of it. Savannah just assumed that he was uncomfortable because he didn't like her touching him, which made it all the more fun.

Finally he hissed at her, and her eyes shot wide open. He grabbed her foot, making her drop her fork, his words a low hiss so nobody else would hear. When he finally let her foot go, putting his hands back up on the table, she swallowed. She looked right in his eyes, taking a bite of her breadstick. "Uh huh. Too much? Really?" she put her head in her palm cutely, like a little girl, sticking her tongue out at him as she let her foot slide down his calf slowly.

Savannah waited until she saw him exhale, seemingly relaxing from his tense position. That's when she did it. She knew at that moment she'd regret it, but she took her foot off the ground, not even bothering to tease his calf or thigh, and put her toes and the pad of her foot right on his crotch. She hoped she hid her surprise as she felt his erection, her upper foot sliding up his length, which was...quite impressive from what she could tell. "Oh." she said, simply, her toes curling on him. "Ohh..." she repeated, finally clicking. He'd been looking at her like that and grabbed her foot, making her stop...because she'd given him a hard-on. Not cause he didn't like her touch or was uncomfortable.

Her eyes widened as she met his gaze once again, her foot still against his hard cock through his gym shorts. She wasn't sure if she should put her foot back down, guessing that within any second, he'd be outraged and slamming it down for her, anyways.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Logan felt a slight twinge of satisfaction at the look on Savannah's face when he hissed at her and grabbed her foot, maybe more than just a slight twinge. He leaned back and reached for his glass, the clang of her fork against her plate still ringing in the air. She recovered quickly though, making a sarcastic remark and sticking her tongue out at him. Feeling her foot finally slide back down to the floor, Logan decided he could live with the comment and the attitude from her as long as she kept her foot to herself.

Breathing a small, almost imperceptible sigh of relief, the coach took a bite of his dinner, his eyes on his plate. Then without warning Savannah lifted her foot and pressed it directly against his erection. Logan's most immediate reaction was to scoot his hips back against the back of his chair, his second, almost simultaneous reaction was to accidentally bite his tongue.

After stifling a string of curses that sprung to mind, and rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the coach realized that he could still feel the teenager's foot pressing against his cock through the fabric of his shorts. She hadn't moved her foot. Does she realize that her foot is right on my...does she realize I've got a hard-on? Then he felt Savannah's foot glide up the length of his manhood, her toes rubbing against him intimately enough to make it clear that she knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew exactly what the bulge in his pants was.

As Logan looked up at the brunette, he heard a soft sound from her. Maybe she hadn't been expecting to feel that hard on. Maybe she had just put her foot between his legs to piss him off. But she wasn't moving it away. Why wasn't she moving her foot away now that she realized what was going on? Was this just another game she was playing? Whatever Savannah's intended effect, the result was that the coach's manhood had grown to its full length and thickness, stiffening.

As Logan tried to decide what to do, he found himself thinking about the attractive teen, the long practices, the private conversations, the arguments, the way she looked in her volleyball uniform, the way she looked in her tight little shorts and her sports bra. He certainly couldn't deny that he was attracted to her. It was too late for that. But did that mean he had to give in? Did that mean he couldn't control himself.

Then, without realizing he had made a decision, he reached beneath the table and grabbed her ankle again. This time as he looked across the table at her, he forced himself to smile. It wasn't really a friendly smile, or at least he didn't intend it to be. No, it was more of a, let's-see-how-you-like-this smile. Then he pulled her foot tighter against his lap and rubbed it up and down the length of his cock.

"Is your dinner good?" he asked, his voice not betraying that anything out of the ordinary was going on below the table. Let's see how she likes not being in control, he thought.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Savannah continued to stroke her foot up and down his length, which she felt grow and harden as she teased him. She bit her lower lip. How was she turning him on? He was attracted to her?! She found herself feeling surprised and quite naughty. What the hell was she doing, stroking him under the table?

He was staring at her now, and he hadn't grabbed her or attempted to stop her motions. She curled her toes around the head of his dick, which was making quite a tent in her shorts. Biting into her breadstick, she fluttered her eyelashes innocently at him, smiling.

Then he grabbed her ankle, a not-so-nice smile on his face. She yelped quietly, "Uh...my dinner is great. Spaghetti. Whole wheat noodles. Uh, veggies. Chicken. Keeping it healthy, you know..." he was forcing her foot up and down the entire length of his cock, which had grown to be even more impressive than before. Despite the fact that she was no longer in control or getting to play her game, she couldn't let him see how much it was getting to her. She just shrugged, smiling at him coyly.

Savannah allowed her coach to take over her little game, sliding the pad of her foot up and down his cock. She curled her toes over the head of his cock again, squeezing lightly. "How's YOUR dinner?"

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Savannah hadn't reacted the way Coach Reardon had expected or wanted, simply shrugging it off and letting him do what he wanted with her foot, but he wasn't going to give up that easily. He was determined to turn the tables on her somehow, to make her understand that she shouldn't start things she couldn't finish and she certainly shouldn't use her sexuality as a way of teasing older men. Mentally, Logan groaned at the thought of himself as an 'older man', but sitting across from the perky, fresh faced eighteen year old, he couldn't really escape that reality.

The feel of Savannah's toes curving over the top of his cock and squeezing brought the coach's attention back to the moment. Apart of him wanted to simply sit back, relax and enjoy the feel of having his manhood stroked beneath the table, but he knew he couldn't do that. He had to stop her, even if it meant pushing her even farther first.

"How's YOUR dinner?" Savannah asked, throwing his own question back at him as she smiled at him again, clearly thinking that she had gotten the best of him.

"It's actually really good...unexpectedly good," he answered, picking at his food with his fork. "So good, I think I might want more than just this." As he finished his sentence, Logan reached down and slipped the sock off of the teen girl's foot. Then, still wanting to get a reaction out of her, he did the dumbest thing he'd ever done. He guided her bare foot up one leg of his shorts until it was inside his shorts, pressed against his cock. Skin to skin. Now, let's see her shrug that off, he thought, waiting to see how she would react.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Savannah took a long sip of water, swallowing hard as she felt Coach Reardon's hand around her ankle. Her eyes widened slightly as he slipped her sock off, wondering what he was planning on doing to her. The girls around them were finishing up their food, but still paying no attention to the two of them. She wondered if anyone had caught on, but realized she was probably just being incredibly paranoid.

Then before she could think or wonder anything else, he was taking her bare foot and sliding it up the leg of his shorts. Her nipples hardened underneath her bra almost instantly as she felt his hard cock against the skin of her foot. She bit her lower lip, trying not to let on that she was getting aroused. She looked at him with a straight face, and flashed a smile, letting her toes curl once again over the head of his cock.

But before Savannah could play with Logan any longer, Lila pulled on Savannah's arm. "Savvvvy! Come to the bathroom with me! Gotta talk to you about something." Savannah quickly pulled her foot down, forcing her bare foot into her shoe.
"Shit, Lila." she muttered, as Lila yanked her out of the booth and strode quickly to the bathroom. She forced herself to keep her gaze forward, not looking back at her Coach. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest, scared that Lila might have seen what was happening before she had asked her to come with her to the bathroom.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Seeing Savannah's teeth close down over her bottom lip, Logan was sure that he had finally managed to call her bluff and force her to retreat, but just as quickly as the smile had disappeared from her face, it returned, brighter than ever. He couldn't believe it. Was anything going to phase her? Before he could begin to contemplate just how far he might have to go to get the teenager to back down, he felt her rub her bare foot against his cock, letting her toes once again roll over the head. Logan wanted to groan, to curse, to do something...anything...but he knew he couldn't, not surrounded by teenage girls, waiters and waitresses and two dozen other diners. But, he also knew that if he didn't do something quickly, if he let Savannah continue to stroke his manhood with her foot, he was going to end up in a situation he couldn't get out of.

Luckily, the decision of what to do was taken out of his hands a moment later as Lila grabbed Savannah's arm and started to pull the brunette from her chair. Logan immediately felt Savannah slip her foot out of his shorts, her face slightly flustered. Logan felt himself breath a mental sigh of relief at first, grateful that things hadn't gone further, but then he realized that there was a chance that Lila had seen what was happening and that was why she wanted to talk to Savannah alone. That thought sent a cold shudder through the coach's body. That could mean the end of his career as a teacher and a coach, and if it got out, it could mean the end of his marriage.

Sobered by the real consequences of being caught, Logan's arousal quickly faded, though as he continued to eat, he found himself wondering just how far things could have gone. God knew, if it weren't for those consequences, he would have wanted them to go further. The ten million dollar question was would he have had the strength to stop himself if Lila hadn't shown up when she did. Would he have been able to resist Savannah if she hadn't decided to back down?

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

As Savannah and Lila made their way into the bathroom, Lila filled her ears with boy drama and gossip. She let a deep breath out, realizing that Lila, like the other girls, had seen nothing. They were all so wrapped up in themselves and their meals that they wouldn't have even thought to look under the table or between the Coach and herself, who hadn't been saying much to each other. Lila grinned at Savannah, "So, do you think he'll ask me to the dance or what?!?!" She poked Savannah, "And are you going with Jeremy?!"

Savannah smiled easily, leaning back against the paper towel holder, "Yes, I think he will. And yes, I think *I* will!" she giggled and poked Lila back. Sara came into the bathroom and nudged her way into the conversation, the three getting into a conversation about boys and the upcoming school event. Savannah managed to send a quick and simple text to Logan, "Girls will be girls. I know you're hyper ventilating over there. Deep breaths. You don't have to worry...I'm extremely smooth " She sent it, and then realized how it could have been misinterpreted as a sexual innuendo, when it wasn't intended as such. She just wanted an easy way to let Coach Reardon know that nobody knew what had happened between them. Not that she even wanted to admit to herself what had happened...

Lila left the bathroom, happy with the information that her two friends thought her crush would ask her out. Sara turned to Savannah, pushing her back further into the paper towel machine, "You're going with Jeremy? That's unfortunate...I was hoping *I* would get to spend a night in a hotel with you."

Before Savannah could respond or protest, Sara was kissing her, and she was kissing her back. She had gotten extremely worked up at the table with Coach Reardon just minutes earlier, and having the touch and kiss of a soft woman was as good as she was going to get right now. She slid her hand up under Sara's shirt, grabbing her breast hard. "We shouldn't be doing this here." she breathed hard, "The girls could come in at any moment. Or Coach, checking on us." But Sara just smirked,
"That didn't seem to concern you on the bus."
"And it didn't seem to concern you in the shower!"
"Oh, yeah. About that. I didn't really get to get a good feel, mind if I try again?"

Savannah choked, "I- I- don't think that's a good idea, Sara. I'm your team captain!" The truth was that she didn't want Sara to feel how wet she was and how incredibly soaked her panties were. Sara would know that she hadn't gotten this wet, this fast, and would demand to know why she was so aroused. Luckily, the door creaked, and the girls jumped apart. Savannah took the opportunity to exit the bathroom and make her way back to her seat.

"Hey, Coach." she said, flashing him an adorably bright smile. She was directly in front of him again, and she looked down at her food, "Aw, do you think it's still fresh enough to eat?" she looked up at him, eyes twinkling.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

The text that Logan received from Savannah did nothing to quell the anxiety that was eating away at him. He wasn't sure if it was supposed to let him know that they hadn't been caught, or if it was just another attempt by the teenager to get under his skin and drive him crazy. He considered responding, but decided that the last thing he needed was a series of innuendo laced texts that could be used against him later.

As he waited for Savannah to return, he saw Sara join her and Lila in the restroom and wondered what was so important that they all needed to discuss it right at that moment. He also found himself playing through the series of encounters that he'd had with Savannah over the last week, trying to understand exactly how they had gotten to this point. Had she been playing with him since the beginning? Or was he just an afterthought to him, just a toy to play with whenever she had nothing better to do? Was there any chance that she was actually attracted to him? Was he attracted to her? Unfortunately, all the coach had was questions. No answers.

Lost in his thoughts, Logan didn't notice Savannah approaching the table until she sat down in front of him, smiling her sprakling smile. He immediately felt the tension that seemed to grip his entire body double. "Hey, Coach. Aw, do you think it's still fresh enough to eat?" she asked, looking down at her food, her voice suggesting that nothing unusual had happened between them. He couldn't help but notice that her nipples appeared to be hard beneath her shirt. Is it possible that she had been aroused, or was she just messing with him?

Logan wasn't sure if he was supposed to read something into the brunette's comment, but he didn't feel like playing anymore. Lifting his eyes to hers, he said as calmly as he could, "I think you and I need to talk. Alone. Maybe after we get back to the school and the other girls have gone home..." The last part was half question, half statement. He only wished he felt as calm and confident as he sounded. His heart was racing and his stomach felt like it was doing somersaults, as he waited to see what Savannah would say. Or do.

 

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Savannah nodded, "Okay. Whatever you want, Coach R." she giggled, sliding out of the booth and wiggling her ass as she did. The waitress came by the table, handling Savannah a box of salad, "I noticed you didn't finish the bowl, so I figured you might like some to go."
"Thanks!" she grinned at her, "Did you see our match?" she knew the girl, who had graduated from her highschool last year.
"Yeah, I did! Before I had to come to work." she rolled her eyes, "Gotta get back to work, have a good night!"
"You too!" Savannah said, smiling, before turning to the other girls, "C'mon girls!! Let's get out to the bus!" she grabbed Lila, making sure to drag her out before Coach Reardon could try to talk to her. All of the girls filed out to the parking lot. When Savannah was sure they were all present, she lead them onto the bus.

The girls chatted with one another, but it was nothing like the trip to the match. Most of them were quite tired and worn out from their long day at school and the volleyball game. "Savvyy, Savvyy, you're the best team captain, Savvy, Savvy!" a few of the girls chanted, and Savannah just blushed. This was better than the girls disliking her, she supposed. But a whole lot of attention was not something Savannah enjoyed.

They finally arrived at the school, and most of the girls either piled into their own cars to drive home, or had rides waiting for them. As usual, Savannah and Coach Reardon waited until each had driven away safely. But normally, they would part, going their separate ways. This time, she leaned against the bus, looking up at him. He was looking at her quite seriously, and she bit her lower lip nervously. "What do you want to talk about? Cause I gotta get home before my brother flips his shit that I'm so late."

 

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The bus ride back to the school was a relatively quiet and uneventful one, which gave Logan plenty of time to think about what had happened at the restaurant and what he wanted to say to Savannah once he had a chance to speak with her alone. If he had a chance, that was. She had agreed easily enough to the idea of speaking with him, but whether she actually intended to follow through was another matter.

If she did, then he had to decide what he was going to say to her. He certainly couldn't open with, 'Hey, Savannah, just curious, why were you giving me a footjob under the table at the Olive Garden?'. Should he be trying to get at the underlying reasons for why she seemed to be acting out, or why her acting out seemed to be directed at him specifically? Or should he simply focus on laying down some ground rules and expectations?

A million possible approaches played out in his head as they neared the school, but none better than the one before. By the time they actually began streaming off of the bus and into the parking lot, Logan was no closer to knowing what he should say to the teenager than he was when he got on the bus. And he was a hell of a lot more nervous about the prospect of talking to her about what had happened. As much as he was dreading it, the moment was upon him before he realized it, Savannah leaning against the side of the bus, looking up at him as he stood next to her.

"What do you want to talk about? Cause I gotta get home before my brother flips his shit that I'm so late," the brunette asked, biting her lip and sounding less confident than she had before.

"I want to talk about what happened tonight...at the restaurant..." he started, his mind flashing back to those moments with her smiling at him above the table and rubbing his mahood with her foot beneath the table. "What the hell were you doing? Was that just supposed to be your way of messing with my head or was there some other point to that?" As he spoke, Logan felt himself becoming...heated...he also found himself leaning closer to the teenager.

 

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Savannah regained her composure and looked up at her Coach as he lost his. He was getting pretty heated, and with every sentence he was moving closer to her. She waited until he was done talking, her heart beating super fast in her chest. She didn't want him to know how nervous she was or all the questions that were going through her head.

Was he really angry? Had he only not stopped her because he didn't want to cause a scene? Or because his wife wasn't putting out? Why HAD she done what she'd done? She didn't like him! And he was her coach! She knew the entire thing was way fucked up. The next words out of her mouth were typical Savannah sass,

"What happened at the restaurant, Coach?"

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Even though Coach Reardon could feel his blood boiling, he refused to let himself lose control. As much as he wanted to slam his hand against the side of the bus or grab Savannah by the arms and shake her like a rag doll, he knew that neither of those things would help in the long run. Taking a slow, calming breath and running a hand over the top of his shaved head, he took a half step back.

"You know what happened, Savannah," he replied, his voice cold but not so hard that he sounded mad. "We both do. I just don't know why it happened. I hope it wasn't because I said or did something that made you think I wanted something to happen. I also hope it wasn't just some game you decided to play with me on a whim. Games like that usually end up becoming serious very fast, and they can have unforeseen consequences."

"You are a gorgeous girl, Savannah, and an amazing young woman," Logan continued, unsure if he was explaining himself well. "And I would be lying if I said I didn't find you attractive. I think that much was probably obvious to you at dinner. But I'm your coach. And I'm a married man." The coach paused for a moment, still struggling to find words to express himself.

 

[ilikeitlikethat18]

Savannah's heart beat hard in her chest as she watched the rage pass through Coach Reardon's eyes. She knew she shouldn't have asked him that. He was trying to be serious, and she was making it a joking matter. But it was the only way to keep things light in her mind. If she didn't make any jokes about it, she would have to admit what she had done and how she was behaving inappropriately. Savannah didn't know why she had done what she had done.

She knew she didn't have feelings for Coach Reardon, nor did she want anything to do with him anything more than their teacher/coach and student relationship. He was old. Married. He had a lousy temper, too. And he wanted nothing to do with her, obviously.

"Thanks for the compliments, Coach Reardon." she said, swallowing hard, knowing she would regret what she was going to say next, "But I'm not sure why it's relevant that you find me attractive or gorgeous...and amazing." she paused, "I don't understand the relevancy of your being my coach or being married. What is it that you think happened?" she put on a puzzled look, her eyes meeting his. "Sorry, I'm very confused here." she tugged at her shirt, which had ridden up her firm hips.