Coppernicous Pt. 02

"We had a little left in the travel budget from the tournament, and Coach Thorson said we could use it for a celebration. Deidra and I thought this would be a good way to do it."

"Well, my dear, you did well."

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The next day was Saturday, so none of the girls had classes, but Darlene was not about to let them all off for the day. It had now been four weeks since the last game, and sand volleyball season was approaching. She had set a ten o'clock practice, and had asked if I could help out setting up the courts. Of course I readily agreed. I mean, why not? The little bikinis the girls wore for sand volleyball weren't something I tired of seeing, and besides, I enjoyed being with the girls. Darlene didn't ask for much, and having her living in the house had, as I mentioned earlier, done a lot to fill the quiet house with life again. I was always happy to do anything for her.

It was an exceptionally warm day, even for our climate. Those of us who lived down here thought fifty degrees as cold, so we weren't as likely to be interested in swimming, even when it was in the low eighty's like today, but the girls from the north were a different matter. They kept the swimming pond going year around. Darlene ran a few drills on the sand courts, and recognized the lack of conditioning created by four weeks of no coordinated conditioning. Sure, most of the girls had done some running while off, but not enough to keep their conditioning to a high level enough to suit Coach Thorson. She blew a blast on the whistle and gathered the girls around as I finished tightening the last net.

"All right, girls. I know it was Christmas break, but you have let yourselves go. We can't compete in this condition. Here's what we are going to do: It's a hot day today, so I think we will use the pond for some aerobic conditioning. When I blow the whistle you are to run to your rooms and get your bathing suits on, and you are to run back down here. I said run! Not jog. Ten minutes max." She blew the whistle and the girls broke into a run for their rooms.

"No knots!" I heard from one of the girls as they ran, but I had no idea what she meant.

"You look like you could use some exercise, too, Toomas. You may as well join us."

I shrugged and started for the house to change, but I didn't run. Coach Thorson had planned this ahead of time, and she had her bikini with her, so she just stepped into the little bathhouse we had down there and changed.

When I walked back out of the house a few minutes later I heard Coach Thorson's whistle and I saw a group of girls dive into the water and swim across the pond to the other side, turn and swim back to tag another girl, who then dove in and repeated the process. When the second girl swam back she tagged the original girl, who dove in and swam across. Each girl did five laps before Coach Thorson blew her whistle again and the girls all got out of the water. By now I had gotten down to the beach. Seeing all of the girls in their bikinis, with chests heaving from the swim was quite a sight to see.

While the girls caught their breath I dove into the water and began swimming leisurely back and forth, enjoying the water, but I only had a few minutes before Coach Thorson called out to me. "Toomas, could you set up the water volleyball net for us, please?"

I was only too happy to oblige her, and in just a few minutes I had the net strung across between two buoys we set up in the pond for that purpose. The water in that area was about chest deep, and I knew from experience, trying to play volleyball in that water was very exhausting, but I had not accounted for what Coach Thorson had in mind. She split the group into two teams, but instead of using one ball she threw out two of them. I set myself on one side of the court to catch errant balls and Coach Thorson was on the other.

"Now, girls, here is the deal. On my whistle each side will serve a ball. Normal volleyball rules as far as numbers of hits will apply, but points will be awarded whenever a ball hits the water whether for the serving team or the other. We will play to twenty-one, and the loser will run to the house and back. Ready?" Her whistle blew, and two balls were served. Seeing the girls lunging about in the water trying to reach balls, jumping from the water trying to spike over the net, even though jumping in water is extremely difficult had the girls all gasping for breath in short order. Comic relief came soon when Tatiana's top came untied, much to her embarrassment. The girls all laughed good-naturedly, teasing her about trying to flash me. Of course, I turned my head, but in the moment before I did I enjoyed what I saw.

A few minutes later, it was Shannon who had hers come loose, Shannon is the girl with the largest breasts in the group, and of course, she got a lot of cat-calls and teasing, especially when one of the other girls grabbed her loose string and pulled her top totally off. Shannon was unfazed, and didn't even hurry about covering herself up, nor did she turn her back. If rumors are true about large breasts, Shannon has no fear of drowning! It was then I figured out what the call "No knots," was all about when the girls were going to change.

Two games were played before Coach Thorson called a halt and sent both teams for a run to the house and back, as each had won one game. "Well, that got interesting for a bit, didn't it?" Darlene gave me a big grin, which surprised me, for never before had she ever said anything of a sexual or suggestive nature around me.

"A little bit more than I bargained for." I blushed a little bit, thinking of breasts coming out.

Darlene giggled. "Those girls enjoy teasing you, Toomas, in case you haven't noticed."

Oh, I had noticed all right! "They are crazy! I'm older than some of their fathers."

"Um-hmm, but also in better shape than most of their fathers, and you don't creep them out like a lot of guys do. They like the way you get involved with them, take part in their games out here and swim with them without constantly perving. They all think you are kind of special," she looked down at her feet for a minute, "and I do, too." It was almost a whisper, but when I looked over at her I noticed her nipples were poking in her bikini bra, but they hadn't been just a few minutes before. Just what was going on here?

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Saturday evening I built a fire in the firepit, although it was far from cold enough to need one. The girls had requested a wiener roast, and to make S'mores. I had been down by the fire for a bit getting the wood burned down to coals for roasting the hot dogs when the girls started filtering down. Tatiana was first, and Shannon right behind her. When I glance up at them I saw their tee-shirts moving suggestively, and each with two points leading the way. They each gave me a hug, which was not an unusual greeting anymore, but they each held it just a little bit too long. Tatiana gave me a kiss on the cheek that was closer to the neck than the cheek, and giggled when she pulled away. Several of the freshmen and sophomores were close behind them. They weren't quite as ebullient in their hugs as had been the other two, but then they hadn't lived there on the place as long. The seniors, who had been there since the fire in their dormitory were a lot closer to me, although the juniors had been around long enough that they were rivaling the seniors in the way they treated me.

I did notice, how could I not, that none of the second group was wearing a bra, either. If this was going to keep up all night I was going to be in trouble! I stirred the fire, which really didn't need it, but I needed the distraction, but it was short-lived as another group of the girls came bouncing up, chattering excitedly. Lynn, the shortest senior on the team, and their best setter, had on a tee shirt that was just short of being see-through, and like all of the others, was bra-less. She mashed her boobs against me enthusiastically with her hug, and again, held it longer than the norm before giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek and a giggle. Instead of wearing shorts like the other girls had been, she had on bikini bottoms that were hardly there. Fortunately for me, her shirt was long enough to hide them most of the time, but then it looked like a very short dress, leading to lascivious thoughts I tried hard to put down.

Deidra and Meghan, another senior, were the last two to make their way down to the fire pit, but they were laden with the hot dogs and other supplies. They set them down on a picnic table before coming over for the by now de rigueur hugs. My eyes widened when I saw Deidra's shirt. What had been a lightweight spaghetti strap top had been altered to make it form fitting. Meghan stepped around the fire to give me a big hug and kiss on the cheek, and once again, she held the hug just that little bit longer than is normal, pressing her breasts into me and pulling my crotch against her body. I know she could feel my cock growing from about half-erect, for she leaned back far enough to look me in the eyes while still pressing her boobs against me, but bringing our lower bodies into tighter contact.

"I wish that was for me, Toomas," she whispered, and leaned back in again to give me another kiss on the cheek, but this time it was a sloppy kiss. She whispered into my ear, "Any time you say, Toomas," before she let me go. From the corner of my eye I could see Deidra grinning, and she gave me a conspiratorial wink.

Deidra stepped into my arms as soon as Meghan vacated them, and she mashed those delectable mounds of hers against me and pressed herself tightly against Little Toomas while giving me a kiss on the mouth, and I felt her tongue tickling my lips. A bunch of the girls started giving her grief for her kiss, but she grinned at me really big before diving in to kiss me again. She hugged me with her face up against mine so she could whisper into my ear. "See, I told you all of the girls want you, but I got you first! Have fun, and don't worry, I'll not be jealous. I know you love me." With that she broke away and moved around the fire to find an open spot where she could roast a hot dog.

I looked around the group before asking, "Where's Coach Thorson? And what about Kat?" I was a little puzzled that none of the girls had a date on a Saturday night.

Meghan spoke up. "Kat has a date tonight, and Coach was on the phone with her Dad. She said she'd be down in a little bit." I wished she would hurry up and come down to the fire. I had no idea how to handle everything that was going on. Try as I might, I couldn't get Little Toomas to go down, and my eyes kept straying across the fire to Deidra and her magnificent breasts.

"Have fun, and don't worry. I won't be jealous. I know you love me," rang in my ears over and over. This was every eighteen-year-old guy's wet dream come true, but I was a long ways from eighteen years old, and I had no idea how to handle it.

One of the girls cranked up an MP3 player and some of the girls started dancing around the fire while others had wieners roasting. Firelight on unfettered bouncing boobs did nothing to solve my problem with Little Toomas, especially when Deidra pulled me to my feet and she and Shannon sandwiched me while bouncing to the music. It wasn't long before other girls pushed their way into the mix before I finally called a halt to it so I could roast a wiener for myself. Really, I wanted to give Little Toomas a break.

I was spreading some baked beans on my hot dog when I saw Coach Thorson walking slowly down the path, eyes downcast. I started to go see what was the matter, but Deidra saw her, too, and quickly broke away from the group and walked out to meet her. I saw Deidra slip an arm around her shoulders and give her a hug, and then they talked a while longer before making their way down to the fire. I kept roasting and eating hot dogs while the girls continued dancing so that I wouldn't be the hot dog in the middle for a little bit, and I ate more than I normally would, until Coach Thorson and Deidra got there.

Immediately, I heard Shannon call out to the Coach. "Hey Coach, didn't you get the memo?"

"What memo was that?"

"No bra Saturdays."

"I'm not sure that would be appropriate."

"The team all voted for it." Shannon was almost drowned out by others on the team.

Coach Thorson was blushing fiercely, being the center of attention this way, and look at me out of the corner of her eye as I turned my head away from her. I didn't want to be the cause of her embarrassment, although I know the girls were enjoying it immensely. "Go, Coach. Go, Coach," was started, while she shook her head "No." Tatiana called out, "Toomas would probably help you if you asked him!" which made both of us blush even more, although the team all thought it was funny.

Finally, Coach Thorson turned her back to everyone and slipped her bra off under her shirt to all of the girl's cheers. She turned around, red-faced. "Happy now?" The girls all cheered. I looked. After all, I may be old, but I'm still male, and they looked mighty nice. A bit more than a handful each, and they stood out nicely.

I offered the coach the hot dog I had just roasted, before asking if everything was OK. She shook her head "no" and quickly downed a bottle of water as she sat down. She patted the seat next to her, and I sat down, too.

"First off, Phil called, just to rub salt in the wound and tell me he's getting married to the girl I thought was my best friend all through college. All he was trying to do is hurt me more. I thought I was over him, but it still hurt. Then before I could even get out here, my phone rang again, and it was my Dad wanting to know when I was going to give up volleyball and get married like a girl is supposed to do, and give him some grandchildren." She sighed again, and a tear trickled down her cheek. "I'd like to get married and have some kids, but I can't seem to find a guy who is interested in anything more than just getting into my panties, and I'm just not interested in that."

Tears were streaming down her face, so I pulled her head over onto my shoulder and held her.

Her voice was somewhat muffled as she mumbled, "That bastard Phil sent them a wedding invitation." With that, she turned to me and wrapped both arms around my neck and sobbed on my shoulder for fair.

I bless Deidra and her sensitivity. She shooed all of the girls around to the other side of the fire, and turned down the music.

After a few minutes Darlene heaved a big sigh and raised her head. I handed her a napkin to wipe her eyes, which she did and then wiped her nose. She carefully folded the napkin before setting it down onto her plate and then she put her arms about me again and rested her head back onto my shoulder. Without even thinking about it, I wrapped my arms about her and just held her close.

"This is nice, Toomas. Thank you for being here, and for being you," was the murmur I heard in my ear. I thought it felt pretty nice, myself, but that was not the purpose of the moment. Little Toomas didn't seem to understand, though, even though I did nothing to make the embrace sexual. Have you ever noticed that sometimes the most asexual situations are the most emotionally stimulating?

I heard a soft sigh, and felt a gentle squeeze, and a soft kiss on the neck before Darlene lifted her head and looked at me. "Thank you, Toomas. You are pretty special, you know."

I blushed and looked down. I didn't feel very special at the moment. Here I had been holding a crying girl, who was crying over the loss of what she thought was love, but I let her soft breasts against my chest stimulate me in a manner I had no business being stimulated. Darlene glanced down at just that moment, and then looked back into my face with a wide smile.

"Did I do that to you, Toomas? I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm the one who is sorry. You don't need me reacting to you this way at a time like this."

Darlene giggled, and then she tipped her head back and laughed and laughed. Her breasts jiggled delightfully as she shook, and Little Toomas jumped, much to my chagrin. "Poor Toomas." Darlene hugged me again, but this time it was a happy hug, and she rubbed her breasts against me purposely this time. "The girls have been teasing you all night, haven't they, and then you have to feel me rubbing against you while you are trying to comfort me. Not to mention them teasing me to take off my bra. All of this has to be hard on you, doesn't it."

She leaned in again, but this time she gave me a little peck on the cheek. "You are such a nice man, too. You never stare at any of the girls, or do or say anything, but you always try to be the gentleman. That's why the girls like to tease you so much." A giggle, and a hug of my arm, with the softness of her breast pressed against it. "We really don't care if you look, in fact some of them really get off on it." She looked down at Little Toomas trying to force his way out of my shorts and giggled again. "Besides, we like to look, too, and I like what I see there." She hugged my arm again and rubbed her breast across it before murmuring in my ear again, "Thank you for being here for me tonight. I really appreciate it."

We stood, and she stepped into a full-on hug and pressed herself up against me. "Ummh. Thank you. This tells me I'm desirable."

When we broke apart I walked over to the cooler to get a bottle of water, not so much for need of a drink, but for need of space to calm myself down a bit and to clear my mind.

The party carried on for another hour or so before Coach Thorson called a halt to things. She called all of the girls together. "All right, it has been a fun evening, but don't forget training starts in earnest Monday, with practice out here at six before you have to go to classes. Tomorrow, you each owe me ten laps of the pond. I also expect ten minutes on 'The Board'."

The girls all groaned. "The Board," was a wall Coach Thorson had me build shortly after the volleyball team moved to the house. It had a net painted on the face, with the idea being the girls had to jump in the sand and hit a ball against the wall above the net without letting it fall to the ground. It was extremely tiring on the legs, because of the sand, but when the girls were on a regular court they found they were able to elevate much better than any of the other teams that only did their practicing on hard floors.

Coach Thorson turned to face me before saying, "Thanks, Toomas for the fire tonight." I knew why she turned to face me as she did, and yes, I did look, and yes, I liked what I saw. A little grin played at the corner of her lips. She turned back to the team. "Run for the house. Hit the books tonight, girls. Start this semester strong. I don't want to lose anyone to ineligibility this semester."

"Hey, Toomas, can I get some help with physics tonight?" I heard from the back of the group. I wasn't sure who asked, but I said, "Sure."

The girls all took off for the house at a run, but I stayed to be certain the fire was out and everything put away properly. I will say this for the girls. I never had to pick up their trash. They kept the place neat and clean.

I was startled by a soft voice. "I know now why Deidra is in love with you, Toomas. You don't talk when you need to be quiet, and when you look at a girl you make her feel valued, rather than cheap." She stepped closer to me and slipped her arms around my waist, pulling me into her, but letting her breasts just graze my chest as she looked into my eyes. A gentle peck on my lips and then she went on. "Thank you so much for listening and then holding me." She blushed and looked down for a moment. "Even then, though you were obviously excited, you didn't make it about you or try to take advantage, and you could have, so easily." Her eyes were luminous as she looked up the few inches to my eyes. Her lips found mine again, but this time it was a full kiss and she pressed her body tightly against mine. A gentle moan from her caressed my lips, and then she was gone, and I was left to finish putting out the fire, but hard as a statue.