Showing Thanks to My Gymnastics Coach

Coaches thoughts . . .

Sometimes it’s amazing how one little things can lead to another. I was playing three handed pinnacle with some friends of mine for money one night and the subject turned to gymnastics. That’s not so surprising, since I am a gymnastics coach, and I have a club in Taylor about 20 miles away.

Anyway I had bid way over my head and was trying to salvage every point I could, and Sheryl was saying how much her daughter Jennifer would like to participate in gymnastics. I led a king of hearts cringing because I was pretty sure that Rick had the ace, which he did, and told them that I would love to have Jennifer in one of my classes. Then Sheryl trumped Rick’s ace, which meant that hearts were shot and I had no chance to make my bid. I checked the score sheet and saw that Rick was way ahead so I decided as long as I was going down, that I’d try to throw my points to Sheryl.

By the time the game was over, Sheryl was the big winner and I was the big loser. Instead of paying her back in money, I made a suggestion about a gymnastics option. We worked out a plan where Rick would drive Jennifer to class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and then I’d drop her off on my way home, since I was putting her in my last class and lived just a mile or two from Rick and Sheryl.

Jennifer was a cute well-built fourteen-year-old who was just finishing middle school. I had coached her older sister on the high school team a couple of years ago so I knew Jennifer and knew she had all the basics. Her sister had a knock-out body and looking at Jennifer, even at fourteen, I knew she was going to be even better looking, after she left her tween years. She also had a birthday coming up in about a month, so this could be like an early birthday present.

The game was on Saturday night, then on Sunday, after talking to her mother about our arrangement . . . Jennifer called me and wanted to know if it would be all right for her best friend Angie to come too. I said no problem and went back to my paperwork. Monday night . . . when I got home from the gym and listened to my messages, I found out that I’d had another call from Jennifer. I called her back and she picked up on the first ring. She’d been waiting for me because her friend Leah really wanted to come too. I laughed at her, told her it was alright and told her to go to bed.

Tuesday was a mad house. I had elementary classes to teach in the morning and none of them would settle down. They were running all over the gym and I spent most of their forty-five-minute class trying to keep them corralled. The team was even worse, nobody seemed to have any sense of balance as they were falling off the beam left and right. I was glad to get to my last class, the intermediates (14 and above), and I was ready to go home.

Jennifer was standing in the corner with her dad and three other girls. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to set aside . . . a class just for Jennifer and her friends. I walked over and Rick introduced me to Angie, Leah and Kathy.

Jennifer, Kathy and Leah were all about average height for eighth graders and Angie was shorter by about four inches, though she was the best developed of the group. Jennifer and Leah had both developed nicely but Kathy had almost no shape at all. Jennifer and Leah had brown hair, Kathy was a blonde, and Angie’s hair was as black as midnight. Angie’s hair was very short but Jennifer and Leah wore theirs in ponytails that hung down to their shoulders. Kathy’s hair hung down to the middle of her back and she was wearing it loose. All four girls were wearing black bike shorts, and retro cartoon white t-shirts. Jennifer’s had Tweedy, Leah had Sylvester, Kathy was wearing Scooby-Doo, and Angie had the Powder Puff Girls.

I also wondered if I should prepare for more boys joining the classes, because these four were extremely cute and boys seem to flock to wherever there are groups of cute girls. All of the girls fit right into the class even though they’d never had gymnastics before. The whole class was really up today and everything went so smoothly that I was almost sorry for it to end.

After the last kid got picked up, I shut off the lights and locked the place up and the four slim girls all piled into the back seat of my Lincoln Town car. The girls were all talking about how much fun they had, how nice the other girls in the class all seemed, and how cute Peter was. Peter was the only boy in the class. He was tall and skinny, but cute. And according to Angie’s whispers . . . “He had a great butt.”

I dropped off Kathy first, then Angie and then Jennifer. Leah was last because she lived closest to me. As I dropped off each girl, they leaned in my open window and gave me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek and yelled thanks as they ran to their house.

By Thursday I was looking forward to Jennifer and her friends being back in class. They were a fun group. I was also wondering if the group had grown, but it turned out to be the same four. Jennifer, Leah, and Kathy were wearing the same bike short/t-shirt combinations but Angie had gotten herself a powder blue leotard that was just a little too big for her. Kathy was still wearing her hair loose even though I had suggested she put it in a ponytail for class, but amazingly it never got in the way. She had very well behaved hair.

After class, everyone got picked up on time, which was amazing cause usually there are at a couple of late parents . . . so I piled the same kids in the car and we took off. The girls were giggling and whispering and I heard Peter’s name a couple of times and mine.

About half way home there was a turnout that goes to an old dilapidated barn and Jennifer asked me to pull over there but wouldn’t tell me why. I figured one of the girls had to go to the bathroom and was embarrassed to tell me, but when I stopped, no one got out of the car.

It was completely black in the shadow of that old barn and Jennifer told me to sit absolutely still until she told me to move. I heard and felt somebody climbing over the front seat and then a pair of hands turned my head and someone kissed me on the mouth, holding the kiss for several seconds. Then she turned my face forward again and I heard the sounds of somebody climbing back into the back seat.

“That was from all of us,” Jennifer said and then she told me I could go now. I dropped the girls off in the same order, Kathy, Angie, Jennifer and Leah, and each one leaned in and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I kept wondering which one had kissed me in the car . . . and whoever it was, had been a pretty good kisser for a fourteen-year-old. But I didn’t have a clue.

The next week, after class Jennifer had me stop at the same place and the same thing happened. One of the girls climbed into the front seat and kissed me and then climbed back again and Jennifer would tell that was from all of them. The girl who kissed me on Tuesday was different from the girl last week and the one on Thursday was different still. I knew that I’d been kissed by 3 of the 4 girls but I had no idea which.

The next Tuesday, I stopped again and one of the girls climbed forward. I figured this was girl number 4 and then if I was lucky they would start all over again. As she went over the top, she had a little trouble because she almost said something and I knew it was Kathy, which made sense because she was the shyest of the 4 and naturally would be last. She took my face and turned it toward her and then kissed me. I was sure this was the fourth girl because she kissed differently from the first three. As she settled back into the back, Jennifer told me again that was from all of them and I replied, “Thank you all, and you’re welcome Kathy.”

“Shit, he guessed,” Angie whispered.

“That means you get another thank you,” said Jennifer. Then there was a pause.

After some whispering another body joined me in the front seat. They turned my face and kissed me for at least 10 seconds and then whoever it was, moved my hand up to her tits. I was hesitant at first, but as I felt this girl’s nipples begin to become fully erect, I cupped and manipulated her breasts for several minutes, causing both of us to become very excited. My cock was stretching out the fabric of my shorts . . . to beat the band.

I heard her breathing increase in my ear and then she placed her foot on the seat and then over she went to join her friends.