Chapter 6

Coach Carson said on Monday, "Wow, everyone is so energetic." She turned to Erica. "You really stuck that landing. You keep doing that and you'll beat everybody on the beam this year."

"It was a very relaxing weekend," Erica said. "We got together and did things to make us more limber."

"Well, keep doing it." encouraged Coach.

"Oh, we plan to do it as often as we can," replied Erica.

Coach looked curiously at the laughing girls.

The other significant Monday event was that the girls started to take turns giving me blowjobs in the shower. Sarah was Monday, Angela was Tuesday, and Erica was Wednesday. I was slow to understand that they were doing it by class seniority. I didn't care how they decided who sucked my cock, I just liked that they wanted to do it.

"Melissa?" I called out. I ran to catch up with her while trying to minimize how much my unopened soda can shook. No one likes a face full of Coke.

"What?" she said annoyed when seeing it was me. She never talked to me or anyone during gymnastics practice anymore.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked.

"Do you want to schedule me to give you a blowjob? Is the rest of the team not enough?"

"It's just sex."

"Not to me. I want someone who likes me for me before I do anything."

"So why do you date football players? You know they only want one thing." I never was so bold with Melissa before.

"You don't know nothing," she said angrily.

"Dating Matt or Mark doesn't make you important. Be yourself. I like you for who you are. I've always liked you. I want to get to know you and if it never grows to anything more I'm okay with that as long as you're happy."

The spillage of my guts took her aback. She stared at me and was deep in thought. If only for ten seconds could I be a mind reader!

She finally responded with a laugh. "You had me going there. You're good. For a moment there, I thought you were serious."

"I am serious," I said quietly but insistently.

"Leave me alone," she said calmly and turned away.

"Melissa!" I said. I reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Let me go!" she yelled and tried to shake my hand free. I was determined to talk to her.

"Is this guy bothering you?" a male voice said.

I released Melissa's wrist and turned to stare in the faces of Matt and Mark.

"What are you doing to my girlfriend?" Mark said.

"Just talking," I said.

"Doesn't look that way," Matt said. "Looks like you were hassling Melissa. You give trouble to the girlfriend of my friend, you give trouble to me."

"Okay," I said recognizing the threat. I faced my palms toward them in a harmless gesture.

"We don't want you around Melissa," spoke Matt for both of them.

"We're both in gymnastics," I informed.

"Then quit."

I laughed. I shouldn't have done it in front of them but I couldn't help it. There was no way I would quit.

Matt was faster than I expected. He grabbed me from behind under my arms and held me tight. Mark moved forward and I predicted pain.

"Let him go!" rang out Coach Carson's voice.

I love that woman! She must be my guardian angel.

Matt pushed me away. I stumbled but remained up.

"He must be part cat," I heard Matt say to Mark. "He never falls down."

"What's going on?" Coach demanded.

"Just protecting my girlfriend," said Mark.

"It didn't look that way," she said.

"He's got a thing for Melissa," interjected Matt, "and he won't stay away."

Coach smirked then said, "Let's go!"

Matt and Mark sat as though they dreaded VP Henderson's office. I sat confident that I would be exonerated once again. Coach Carson was my witness. Melissa was with us this time and she fidgeted.

"So what brings you to my office on such a sunny day," said Henderson. "I certainly would prefer to be outside in the sunshine."

"Can I talk first?" asked Melissa to Henderson. She looked at Carson and appealed. "Coach?"

"Go ahead, Melissa," said Coach.

"I've known Jack a long time. He keeps asking me out and I keep telling him 'no'," she stated.

Where was this going? I had a bad feeling about this.

"He's gotten more aggressive and this time he grabbed me. Fortunately Matt and Mark arrived and forced Jack to let me go."

The mood of the room changed instantly. Matt and Mark looked at me with goofy smiles. Coach's face expressed shock. My stomach dropped to the floor and seeped into the carpet which would make it difficult to retrieve.

"Melissa!" said Coach obviously trying to hold her composure.

"You came at the end, Coach. You didn't hear," Melissa said.

"Coach?" Henderson said.

"Matt held Jack. Mark was about to punch him."

"We're tired of him harassing Melissa," said Matt. "He needs to learn a lesson."

Mark nodded eagerly.

"I don't want Jack suspended," Melissa said.

"I decide that," interrupted Henderson.

"He's a good guy but he has enough girlfriends," said Melissa. "He doesn't need me too."

That statement brought curious looks from everybody else.

"Jack?" said Henderson.

"I promise to stay away from her," I said.

"We both do gymnastics," Melissa added, "but that's all professional."

"Nothing happens there," Coach said. I guess she saw where things were headed.

Henderson said, "So we can go back to everyone being civil with each other?"

Everyone nodded including Coach.

Coach and Melissa were late to practice. I imagine Coach gave Melissa a verbal scolding for lying to Henderson.

"Jack?" said Coach during practice. "Can you stay late after you get dressed? I need to talk to you."

"Sure, Coach," I replied.

I didn't get my blowjob in the shower. Coach hung around the lockers so Samantha couldn't sneak in and do it. Her turn would have to wait a day.

"See you tomorrow, Melissa," yelled out Tiffany as Melissa left. "So what's this about Melissa, Coach?"

"Wait a few minutes," Coach said. "Let's make sure she didn't forget something. Come on over, Jack."

I opened the curtain.

"Have a seat," she said.

I gathered what Coach had to talk about was not just to me. I sat on the bench next to Angela. We sat three on a side facing each other with Coach standing. I waited quietly and wondered what was going on.