Team Mates by Alana Church

porch and into her girlfriend's embrace, it was a little hard to ignore. He tried to keep his gaze resolutely forward as he passed Tabby's house, but when they called and waved to him he had little choice but to return their greeting. Waving awkwardly, he sped up, not trusting himself to stop, completely unaware of their hot, greedy gazes lingering on his legs and back as he jogged out of sight.
     
    *****
     
    “Who was that?” Loretta asked her daughter as she and her husband joined the girls outside. Stacie's mom had already left on errands of her own.
     
    “Our history teacher,” Tabitha said.
     
    “And our volleyball coach, now that old Mr. Walton has quit,” put in Stacie.
     
    “Mmmm,” Loretta said, eyes following the lithe figure as he continued down the street. “Very nice. I can see why you two have been lusting after him the last month or so.” At her side, her husband chuckled.
     
    “Mom!” said Tabby, horrified.
     
    “What? Do you think your dad and I don't have ears? The two of you have been giggling about Mr. Glassman for weeks. Just make sure,” she continued, her voice serious, “that giggling is all that happens. We don't need to tell you how dangerous it is for students to get involved with their teachers, do we?”
     
    “No, Mom,” Tabby said obediently, and Stacie echoed her.
     
    “Good.” She smiled at her daughter and her girlfriend. “We'll be back home late. We trust you, so don't do anything silly. No boys. Or girls,” she said, with an amused twinkle in her eye. “Call us if there's any problems.”
     
    “Let's go, woman,” growled her husband. He gave her rear a quick slap as he walked past her towards the car.
     
    “Oh, baby,” her teasing voice followed him. “You know what I like.” After giving the girls a quick hug, she joined him in their sedan.
     
    “Did you really think he was hot?” Robert Harrington asked his wife as they pulled out of the driveway.
     
    Loretta shrugged. “Cute enough, in a just-out-of-college sort of way. But don't worry,” she continued with a seductive smirk. “I like my meat a little more aged.” She ran a loving hand up the inside of her husband's thigh, lips curling as he jumped. “You know,” she continued, “I think we can trust the girls alone, if you want to make a night of it. What do you say, honey? Movie, dinner, a drink at a night club, then a nice long orgy at a hotel to finish the night? Just the two of us, with no kids?”
     
    “Woman, you just made a deal.”
     
    *****
     
    After getting back from his run, Alan took a shower, then graded the quizzes for his civics class. Trying to distract himself, he then set up his classroom plans for the next week. Turning on the TV, he tried to immerse himself in sports, but for once the pleasures of college football were lost on him.
     
    He sighed, pacing the small living room, then flopped back down on the second-hand couch. I need to get this over with, he decided. I need to let the girls know they aren't in trouble and don't need to worry about me coming down on them. Theoretically, he knew there should be some sort of disciplinary action for the girls, but he couldn't imagine telling Lavender Tipton how he had caught the two of them making love in school.
     
    He frowned at the contact list he had been provided. He had e-mail addresses and cell phone numbers for all the girls on the team, as well as contact information for their parents. He shook his head. He wasn't going to send the two of them an e-mail, as impersonal as a thrown knife. He knew where they were.
     
    His guts knotted as he changed his clothes, trying for a professional look. He didn't look forward to convincing Tabby's parents he needed to talk with the girls privately.
     
    Christ, what a mess. Just get it over with.
     
    At the last second, he decided against driving. The last thing he needed was for someone to drive past the Harringtons' house and see his car there. He knew as well as anyone