Hoop Dreams

(This is my first submission to Literotica or anywhere for that matter. It's part 1 witf more to follow. Thanks for reading!)

Nick slowly pulled his s.u.v. into the parking space and gave a sad smile as he looked up at the sign that proudly announced who the distinguished spot was reserved for, "Head Coach Nicholas Fox." He began his career here, working his way up the ladder from assistant to the head coaching position in less than 3 years. When he took the top spot 5 years ago, the team was in the worst loosing slump of the University's history, but Nick stepped in and began to spend a lot of time building their confidence and getting them in top physical shape. Within 2 years they had a winning season, and last year they won their division title. Nick smiled at the trophy prominently displayed in the large glass case as he made his way into the coliseum. It seemed quiet today. The players were in their required directed studies classes and he was grateful for the privacy. His fingers nervously ran through his hair and he sighed, wondering how to break the news to the team. They were going to be so disappointed. They had made so much progress over the last few years, and now he felt like he was deserting them.

Coach Fox sat in his chair, drumming his fingers on the lavish mahogany wood, lost in thought when a voice broke his concentration, "Hi Coach." He looked up and saw a female from standing in the doorway, sunlight from the windows silhouetting her curves. He just nodded, "Oh, hello Angel..."

"You seem down today? What's up? The kid from Memphis didn't commit?" She gave him her best smile, hoping to see his flirty grin that she loved so much, but to no avail.

"No, Jeremy will be coming for a visit tomorrow. Hopefully we can persuade him to join us then." His fingers ran through his hair again, a move that was reserved for really stressful situations. She'd only seen him do it when they were more than 10 points behind in a game.

"OK...well if you wanna talk about it, I'll be downstairs. Someone wore their street shoes in and left scuff marks all over the hardwood. I gotta clean it off. Lucky me, huh?" With that she turned and disappeared.

Not even the thoughts of the cute little blonde was enough to distract him today. Oh, she was sexy alright, the way she pranced around in her tight little gym shorts and baby t's. It was usually enough to give him a good stiffy within only a few seconds of looking at her. She never wore a bra and her nipples seemed to have a constant hard on, pressing and straining through the thin fabric of her little top. Nick shook his head and sighed heavily as his attentions were brought back to the issue at hand, how to tell his team that he just accepted the head coaching job of their arch rivals.

The large windows in the head coach's office overlooked the gymnasium floor. It allowed him to watch practice from above and get the whole picture, something he seldom did. He enjoyed being part of the action, not sitting high in his roost. He stood at the window, lamenting over the good times and victories he'd accomplished here as something caught his eye. It was Angel, on all fours, scrubbing a spot on the floor. Her ass was facing him and he couldn't help but smile as his eyes traveled around that perfectly shaped heart and the little arch in the middle. A painful throb made him moan as the blood pulsed into his cock. She was one victory he never allowed himself to pursue. She was a student, a hot one, but a student none the less.

Her ass wiggled as she struggled to remove the big black streak that stained across the shiny, otherwise, flawless floor. "Dammit! If I find out who did this, I'm gonna make them pay!" Angel had been a manager for the basketball team for almost a year. She had gotten the job as student manager just after she began grad school, and was thrilled to get to meet the team, and especially Coach Fox. She could remember watching him as a player when her dad would bring her to the games as a kid. She always thought he was the "cutest" player on the team. Her dad had even bought her a jersey that he wore during the game to have as a souvenir. She still had it, in fact, she wore it to bed most of the time. A fact that got her teased by the other girls in the dorm. But she didn't care, she'd slip it on and try to remember his smell from when she first got it, and slip into bed. Her thoughts would turn to how it would feel to have him touching her body and soon her hand would travel down to play with her little female flower every time. Living in the dorm didn't offer much privacy, but she always found time to pleasure herself.. It was something she had been doing since she was a child.

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It was poker and beer night at the dorm. All the girls got together one night a week just to talk and laugh. Angel made her way down to the rec room, wine coolers in hand, and greeted everyone with her signature flirty smile. They all giggled at her choice of attire, the infamous Nicholas Fox jersey. Michelle, one of her dearest friends teased, "Oh God...not that ole thing again! We have to look at that every time we play poker, ya know?"

The girls all laughed in unison and Angel just grinned, "Yeah...well...it's my favorite shirt. What can I say?"

"Well you can "say" what all those fantasies are that you write about all the time! Inquiring minds want to know!" Michelle grinned as the girls tuned in to hear what their resident advisor had to say.

"Oh no, those are my private thoughts. I'm not handing over anything that juicy to you guys!" She giggled as she handed Michelle a wine cooler, "Here I know you love them. Just don't tell anyone your resident advisor is giving you alcohol ok?"

Michelle grabbed to bottle and opened it quickly, "Are you kidding? And lose all the privileges of having a cool RA? No way!"

The room was getting a little overcrowded. Usually some of the girls had dates or studying to do, and the turnout had never been this good. One girl bumped into Michelle, making her spill the wine cooler all over her sleep shirt, "Shit! Angel, it's too crowded in here. I know...why don't we sneak into the gym! There's lots of room over there!?

"No way! I spent an HOUR cleaning that stupid floor today. I don't want to have to do it again." She smiled at Michelle and playfully poked her in the ribs, "Now behave and drink your wine cooler."

The other girls chimed in one by one, "Come on Angel...no one will know....and we'll be nice...promise..."

She looked around at all the hopeful faces and giggled, they had been good all year, and with finals coming up, she didn't really have much to loose, "Ok ok ok....but only for a little while. And DON'T mess with anything, got it?"

Giddy with excitement over doing something completely foolish, they hopped up and ran out the door. Michelle grabbed a deck of cards and they headed for the coliseum. It was quite a sight, the lot of them running across campus in their pj's. Some were in jogging pants and tank tops, others were in just their sleep shirts. They had to be careful not to let campus security catch them as they made their way to the back of the gymnasium where Angel knew the back door would be ajar. It was against NCAA rules for players to practice outside the set schedule, but the door was always left open, just in case some wanted to "wander in" for a little extra court time.

The place was completely dark, almost spooky, as they made their way inside. Angel made sure to close the back door so no one would walk in on their little gathering. She made her way up the back stairs to the lighting booth and flipped on a couple of the over head lights. She heard the girls start running across the hardwood yelling and giggling, "Ok guys...we have to keep it down. Remember, we're not TRYING to get caught here." She giggled and headed back downstairs.

They sat in a circle in the middle of the floor as Michelle announced they would be playing strip poker. She looked around at some of the horrified faces and teased, "OK...who's in?"

"What? Are you crazy? Count me OUT!" Amy couldn't believe what her roommate was suggesting. "I can't believe you would even CONSIDER taking your clothes off in public!" She was a sweet conservative girl, and most assuredly, still a virgin.

A few more declined the offer as Michelle dealt the cards. Angel wasn't sure she wanted to do this, but who would ever know? She accepted her hand and the games began. Michelle leaned over and whispered in her ear with a sly grin, "Ya know Angel, you only have to loose ONE hand and you'll be left with just your panties! And we all know what a terrible poker player you are!"

Angel looked down at her hand and smiled, "I know! Now shut up and play!" Her tell tale Cheshire cat grin played on her lips as she arranged the cards. She knew no one would beat 3 of a kind. Sure enough, she won that hand and took great pleasure in teasing the others, "Ok girls...take it off!"

The next hand however, she wasn't so lucky. Michelle somehow ended up with 2 aces and she just grinned as Angel stood up, slowly pulling her favorite jersey over her head. Her long blonde hair came down and barely covered her breasts. The white lace material of her thongs were a stark contrast to her deep tanned skin and the girls just giggled as Michelle smacked her on the ass playfully, "Woohoo! We all knew you were kinky. But damn girl, who did you think would be seein' your panties tonight?"

Angel felt the blush rush into her cheeks as she sat back down and picked up her next hand. Her grin returned as she looked at her hand, it was a straight! No one would beat that, she just knew it.

Michelle grinned as she looked over at her best friend, "So, whatcha got Angel?"

She laid her cards down with a happy smile, "A straight! Beat that!"

"HA! I got a straight FLUSH!" One of the freshman girls called out with a giggle. "I believe that beats your puny little hand any day of the week."

A sick feeling ran through Angel as she looked around, this was the opportunity the girls had waited for, a chance to humiliate their RA. "I'm NOT taking off my panties, you guys!"

"Ha! Angel's afraid to show us her poonie! Come on...shaved or not shaved? Inquiring minds wanna know!" Michelle couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. She knew how easily Angel was embarrassed.

The only source of modesty she had left were those bearely there panties and she made no effort to remove them. Michelle looked around the circle and winked at the others, "ok...well...we'll let you keep them on with ONE condition."

Dreading the answer, Angel asked, "What?"

"Well...you have to let us read your stories. We have been dying to know what twisted little fantasies run through your head, especially the ones with Coach Fox!"

"NO! No way! I'm NOT letting you guys read those."

"Ok...then...you have to tell us about ONE of them. And no sweet romantic stuff...we want naughty!" Michelle grinned and the whole group burst into the giggles.

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The night had been a fairly successful evening, Nick thought as he drove back to campus. Jeremy Pitts seemed like an intelligent and upstanding your man, a perfect addition to his team and he smiles at Jeremy as he sat staring our the window. The car made it's way through fraternity row and Nick pointed out his frat house when he attended school here just over 10 years ago. "That's cool Coach...but I'm not sure I want to join a frat. My parents don't have a lot of money."

"Well either way, I think you'll love it here. The University has so many things to offer." Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned being in a frat, that could put up a wall between him and this kid. "ok, well...I'm going to show you our facilities and then take you back to Russell Hall. They have a room made up for you for tonight."

"Ok Coach. That sounds cool." His voice was a little distant but otherwise polite.

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"Oh alright! I'll tell you....but just ONE!" Angel sighed, resigned to her fate and she looked to each girl in the circle as they huddled up to listen. "Naughty...ok...let me think....Oh! Well...sometimes I fantasize about Coach Fox calling me into his office for something...like...maybe I forgot to pick up the dirty towels or something..." She looked around and everyone had a knowing grin on their face, like they already know what was coming next. "Anyway...he is sitting there....looking sexy as hell, tapping his pen on the desk as he gives me a stern look." At this point, Michelle giggled as she continued, "I would apologize, tell him I would never do it again...Tell him I would make it up to him any way he wants...his look changes to a mischievous smile as he looks up at me standing in his office and well...you know the rest..."

Audible groans and sighs fill the gymnasium, "Awwww...come on Angel...give us the gory details!"

"Nope! That's all you're gonna get out of me!" She was about to pick up the cards and deal another hand when the sound of a door slamming shut rang throughout the room. They held their breath and stared in the direction of the noise. Angel freaked, "Oh my God...we have to hide.....come on...hurry up! I'll get in sooo much trouble for this!" But it was too late, she looked up to see a young man, mouth hanging open as he saw the half naked girls, and Coach Fox, standing next to him with a very angry look on his face.

"What the hell is going on here? How did you get in he...." His voice trailed off seeing Angel sitting there on the floor, topless, another strong pulse rushed to his cock. "Jesus..."

"Damn coach! When you said you had "fine facilities" you weren't lying!" Jeremy's mouth was literally watering as he looked over the crowd.

"Jeremy...go wait for me in the car. I'll be out shortly to drive you back to the dorm." His eyes fell on Angel in a cold stare, "And you! Go wait for me in my office. I'll be back in 10 minutes. The rest of you go back to the dorm. Ill decide what to do with you all later." Without another word he turned and marched out the door.

Each beat of Angel's heart was felt like a banging drum, "Oh my God...I'm gonna get thrown out of school....my parents are going to kill me..."

Michelle tried to comfort her but angel just told her to take the others back to the dorm and not say a word to anyone about it. With a sigh, Michelle did as she asked and left.

The coliseum felt cold and empty all of a sudden, all the happy times spent here, the games as a child with her dad, winning the SEC tournament, flirting with the coach, all seemed a distant memory now as Angel picked up her jersey and slipped it over her head. The stairs leading up to his office never seemed so long before, it felt like this was her death row march or something, and each step made the knot in her stomach get even bigger.

Those 10 minutes felt like years as she sat, waiting for him to return. She just knew he would have her thrown out of school, and even worse, think she was some kind of disgusting pervert...

She heard his footsteps coming down the hall and held her breath. He walked in and slammed the door shut, causing her to jump a little in her seat. "Just what were you trying to prove down there? What were you thinking? And why were there half naked girls on my gym floor?"

She stood up and walked to the front of his desk, looked at him with very apologetic eyes, "Oh God...Coach Fox...I'm sooo sorry. We were just...having a little fun. The rec room at Shelby Hall was too small to hold everyone and..."

He cut her off as he plopped down in his chair with a frustrated sigh, "Do you know how much trouble you're facing? Do you realize...if just ONE of those girls got hurt...the University would be liable? Jesus, Angel! Not to mention it being a crime to break and enter..."

"But...we didn't break in...we came in through the back door...it's always open...we were just playing poker...."

"Strip Poker it seems!" He chuckled as he looked up at her, "Seemed like you were losing."

She blushed deeply and looked down, "Yeah....I kinda was...."

That's when he noticed it, the jersey she wore, the number 13 printed on the front. He felt a twinge of jealousy run through his stomach as he thought to himself, "Great, another Brad Layten fan. But what did I expect...all the girls fall for him." He never once considered the fact that his number had also been 13 when he played.

His thoughts were interrupted by her soft voice, "So...what are you going to do? Are you going to turn me in?"

He snapped, angrily, ""I don't know what I'm going to do Angel! You should NEVER have brought those girls in here like that."

"I...I know...I'm sorry Coach...but please...I CAN'T get kicked out of school....my parents will FREAK! They have spent so much money..."

"Well you should have thought about that before, don't you think?" He looked up at her and his anger subsided a little as he saw tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. She could melt his heart any time, but standing there, with that wounded look just about did him in. He had to find something to help him and he looked at the big white number 13 staring him in the face and snapped, "Brad must be so proud. Another little coed sporting his number. What'd he do? Toss it to you after the game?"

Brad Layten was the star senior, everybody loved him. He was destined for the NBA and the girls swooned over him. A fact that brought back old memories of Nick's glory days when HE was the star guard on this team. And now, this little coed he'd been lusting over for the last few months was rubbing it in his face.

Her voice quivered, "But...it's not..."

"Oh save it! I've seen it a hundred times before....some girl bats her eyelashes at him after a game and he throws her a keepsake of the encounter."

"No..it..it's not...I mean...my dad bough..."

He cut her off again in a hostile gaze, "It doesn't matter where you got it...just that you're wearing it now..."

Angel took a step backward and sighed as she sat down in the chair, knowing it was useless to argue with him when he was in this mood. She'd seem him like this before, if an ump made a bad call, or if someone on the team didn't follow his directions. She crossed her arms under her breasts and began to pout.

Her nipples pressed against the silky material of the jersey and made two round impression in the fabric. Nick had to shift in his seat when he noticed, then he saw her pouting expression and slammed his hand down on the top of the desk, "Stop that! Stand up and come over here....right now!" His tone grew more intense, "I just decided what I'm going to do with you, little missy!"

Slowly, she rose to her feet and took the step back over to his desk. It felt like a hundred butterflies were all jittering around in her stomach and she shifted nervously from foot to foot. "Ye...yes Coach?"

"Since you behaved like such a child tonight...I'm going to treat you like one." Chills ran down her back as he got up out of his chair and walked behind her, to whisper in her ear, "Now...bend over and place your hands on my desk."

The words sounded like thunder in her ears as her heart jumped into her throat, "Wha...what?"

"You heard me. Or I'll pick up the phone and call campus security right now. And tomorrow you'll be packing your bags...along with all your buddies too!" He just added the last part to further torment her. He knew what a caring person she was, and that she would never let her friends suffer.

:Ooo...ohhhkkkay...." Her throat was closing up, fear mixed with excitement and almost took her breath away. Already she felt a burning heat building deep in her belly. Her hands came down and rested on the dark mahogany surface and her knees felt weak, like they would fall out from under her at any moment. She felt the warmth from his body as he stood at her left side and she knew his eyes were on her ass. The jersey barely covered her cheeks, but bent over like this, it hid nothing.