A New Day, A New You part 7 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 7

... Trinity is mine tonight.” I try to fool around with Caitlin but she’s ready for war not love as I walk her out and get a kiss on the cheek. I settle in for bed and the next morning I’m up a little later than usual. I send off a message to see if Mrs. Matty if they’re ready and she gives me the word to come get them. The drive is smooth and easy and I have the three of them in my new vehicle and heading back to the school. “So what do you have for us today Stuart,” Tracy asks curious. “Only court I know worth anything is at school, you’ll probably get bombarded by the basketball team but I’ll contact the Dean if it gets too bad,” I tell them and I get a few looks. “She talk you into it? The girl from last night,” Hanna asks me plainly and I nod,” Did you get to sleep with her.” “I’d rather bathe in bleach, she’s a bitch and will always be an egotistical jock,” I state and then amend my statement,” Present company excluded of course.” The ladies laugh a little with me as we pull into the parking lot and make our way inside the gym. It’s been opened and we’re greeted by the Bruins head coach. She shows us around a bit and gives us access to the gym where half the main court has been cut off so that the pros can practice while the lady Bruins are working on the other half. I hang around as the liaison, my title, as I watch the pros run some drills that have the lady Bruins watching to learn something new. I spot Trinity with her team and she’s watching the ladies warm up and me ...

... like she wants to say something. “Hey Coach, want us to run your team through some pro drills,” Tracy asks and he agrees happily. I watch as Mrs. Mathilda, Tracy and Hanna start running all the girls through some drills that make a little bit of sense to me. I’m watching when the pro coaches join us and take over with drill running and start pairing up people for some three on three with the pros. It starts off friendly with a lot of pointers until the core of the team is up with Trinity and two of her best. “Call your own fouls,” Mrs. Matty says to the other team. I never thought I’d see someone as nervous about a no contact sport before but Trinity and her two teammates are a little edgy but shake it off as they get the ball moving. I watch as Trinity tries to sneak past Tracy and Hanna snatches it out of her hands mid dribble, or when she jumps too soon and Tracy calmly makes a bucket putting the ball right past her. The score is thirteen to two with a winning shot for the pros as Tracy and her girls are getting a beating. There is a lot of passing and Tracy catches a pass and moves in to put the ball up like a dunk when Mrs. Matty stops all forward momentum, hard. Trinity hits the floor on her side and the ball goes flying but game is stopped as she’s not moving. “Baddest Mother Fucking Bitch in the Fucking League,” Matty roars letting the gym go silent. It takes Trinity a second to get to her feet and I watch as she’s about to go toe to toe with Mrs. Matty. Now I want to ...