Fantasy The Substitute Sluts

'Hi, you've reached Kayla. I can't get to the phone right now but please leave a message after the beep.'

"C'mon babe. I know you're mad but let's talk about it. Please call me back when you get this." I hung up the phone and sighed. It had already been a whole day and Kayla still wasn't picking up her darn phone or returning any of my texts.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jack, my best friend, asked in a distracted tone as he took out a zombie with a headshot. It was Saturday night, and I had dropped by his place after dropping off the flowers at Kayla's. "You know she'll come around. Kayla's crazy about you; she always has been."

I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely convinced, "Well, yeah... I guess so. But something's been off lately with her."

"What happened, again, exactly? I thought things were great between the two of you. Heck, you've been together ever since high school."

I hesitated a bit, wondering if I could trust my friend with the truth, before finally spilling, "Well... we were hanging out at my place last night after the game and well, making out like usual. And... well... Kayla wanted to move a bit faster than I was comfortable with, and I kind of said no."

Jack paused his game, looking at me wide-eyed in disbelief, "Wait... wait... what now?"

I nodded sheepishly, feeling more embarrassed than ever, "Well you know how my family is about sex. And how Kayla and I promised to save ourselves..." I began, letting out a sigh as Jack nodded, "Well... For some reason, last night, she kinda acted like she didn't want to wait. When I told her 'No', she got upset and stormed off."

"Dude, I really don't understand you. If I had a girlfriend like Kayla, I'd fuck her brains out every chance I get!"

I frowned and shot Jack a disapproving look.

"Oh, come on, man! I know she's your childhood sweetheart and all, but seriously... dating the hottest girl in school and still being a virgin just seems plain stupid."

I shook my head and let out a sigh of defeat. He was right, after all! Kayla was drop-dead gorgeous, with a body to die for. I had even noticed Jack check her out at times, and to be honest, I couldn't blame him for doing so. I mean, who wouldn't? Her long wavy blond hair, her big, bright, blue, innocent eyes and curvy hourglass figure made every guy drool over her, whenever she walked past them.

My silence on the topic seemed to encourage Jack to press the issue, "You know that half the guys at school would kill to be with her. Michael from her debate club, Jim from her swim team and hell, there's rumors that she's getting quite chummy with Duane Carter recently. If she dumps you for being too much of a prude, don't say I didn't warn you."

I chuckled at the mention of Duane's name, "Yeah, sure. Kayla and Duane? Seriously? You do realize those two would more likely kill each other than date, right? I mean she hates his guts with passion. She's just helping her mom out, that's all. Besides... I trust her. She loves me."

Jack simply shrugged and pressed play once again, continuing where he had left off. I shook my head and continued to watch his game.

Jack, and everyone else, never really understood that what Kayla and I have, is special. Sure, we weren't like most couples in high school, who'd have sex every chance they got, only to then break up within months, but that's because we knew we were different and destined to end up together. I was a very lucky son-of-a-bitch to be dating her.

I picked up my phone and gave her another call, but it went to voicemail, again.

'C'mon baby, where are you?'

***

Meanwhile... Kayla...

"Mmmmh, oh God... oh GOD... OH GOD!!!" I moaned as Duane's cock slammed into me from behind, gripping my hips tightly to keep me in place, while I buried my face into the pillow.

My entire body trembled with pleasure. Pleasure that I'd never felt before, as my pussy was stretched to its limits, to accommodate his massive girth, and my mind went blank with ecstasy.

"That's it. Take that cock," he grunted, pounding me faster and harder. "I knew you were hungry for this. Miss Goody-two-shoes isn't so innocent now, huh?"

I wanted to smack that smug smirk off his face but God! Despite each fiber of my being wanting to hate this so much, I couldn't deny how fucking good it felt. But I couldn't well admit that to him.

I lifted my head slightly off the pillow and turned to glare at him, "In... Mmmm....your... dreams... Aaaahhh!"

"Keep telling yourself that Princess. But it looks to me that my big black cock is going to get you addicted. Your pussy's milking me like it doesn't want to let me go?" He teased, slapping my ass as I cried out.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face flashed across my screen as my phone lit up, inches away from my face. I quickly swiped ignore, blushing with embarrassment as Duane snickered.

"Aww... What's wrong? Worried your boyfriend will find out you're a nasty slut, who craves chocolate?"

"S-Shut up... Ahhh... Mmm... I... love Tom, and I'm not a slut. I'm only... oh fuck... I'm only doing this to... Ahhh... protect my family!" I stammered.

*Ring* *Ring*

Tom's face popped back up on my screen but before I could swipe ignore, Duane's voice interrupted me, "Answer it!"

"What? No. I can't..." I began, but before I could protest anymore, he had snatched my phone away and pressed answer.

He put it on speaker mode and dropped it near my face on the bed as Tom's gentle voice called out to me, "Hey Kayla... Are you there?"

I bit my lip to muffle my moans and bent down to the phone, while Duane still fucking me from behind, "H-hey... T-Tom..."

***

Chapter 1 - Mom's Secret

One Month Ago...

"Yes! I can't believe it! The Richmond Rattlers have done it! They're through to the playoffs!" The announcer cheered over the loudspeaker as the crowd went crazy.

Despite all the odds, a rag-tag team of misfits and my mom had done it. We were in the playoffs for the first time in over ten years. I rushed down the bleachers to my mother, Avy Scott, the Substitute Coach for our basketball team.

Mom seemed to be in shock as she looked at the score board. But the moment I rushed up to her, she smiled widely and pulled me into a hug, "Kayla! Oh, honey, I can't believe it! We actually did it!!"

I was so happy for her that I almost jumped into her arms, "You sure did, Mom. I'm so proud of you!"

"Congratulations Mrs. Scott!"

"Congratulations, Coach!"

"Congrats..."

I wanted to stay, but the constant stream of people congratulating my mom pushed me to the side.

"You know that I would have bet a Million dollars that we would never beat Eastwood!" my boyfriend, Tom, walked over with a grin on this face and squeezed my arm, "But I guess miracles really do happen, huh?"

I gave him an angry pout as I playfully punched his chest, "Excuse me, Mister?! I'll have you know that Mom has been working very hard with the team--for weeks--to get us here."

"Relax, Babe! I'm just joking around," Tom smiled and pinched my cheek, "Your Mom is a Superstar. She really pulled through for the school."

"I know. She's so awesome!" I leaned into his arms as we watched the team's celebrations. I giggled as I saw Dad having a hard time making his way through the crowd of students to get to Mom. And when he finally did, he pulled her in for a soft kiss on the lips.

"It's the first time I'm seeing Principal Miguel engage in some PDA at school!" Tom chuckled.

"Me too! Dad's not usually big on such a show of affection. It doesn't gel well with his strict Principal persona," I giggled.

"But they do look good together," Tom said, wrapping his arms around me, "Just, like us, huh, Babe!"

"Yeah... They sure do," I beamed as I looked at Mom and Dad, and then at Tom, lovingly. I wondered if we will be lucky enough to end up just like Mom and Dad.

I mean, we have a similar story. Tom and I have been dating since high school, like my parents did when they were in high school. My parents love him; the teachers love him; my friends love him; heck, everyone loves Tom. He was tall, good-looking, charming, and such a gentleman. Everything a girl could ever ask for.

But sometimes I wonder if things can ever be too perfect?

"Oh, if it ain't Miss Goody-Two-Shoes!" I heard a familiar smug voice behind me. I rolled my eyes, knowing that voice anywhere: Duane Williams, 6 foot 4 inches, star athlete, captain of the basketball team, and an all-around obnoxious bully.

"Hi Duane," Tom nodded in his direction, as the cocky jerk... jock... approached, "great game tonight, man. I can't believe you guys won!"

"Thanks, bro!" Duane smiled and gave Tom a high-five before turning to me and giving me that smug grin, "Not going to congratulate me, Kayla?"

I rolled my eyes at him and folded my arms, "Good game, I guess. But don't let it get to your already inflated ego."

"Ouch, girl, that hurt," Duane faked a frown.

While Tom chuckled at the two of us, "You two never miss a chance to fight, do you?"

"I don't mind; I just love it when your girl gets all feisty like that," Duane said with a giant smile on his face.

I glared at Duane in anger, but before I could retort, the rest of the team showed up and pulled him away towards where my mother and father were standing. No doubt they all wanted to celebrate their win with their Coach.

"Ugg... I hate that guy's guts! I can't believe you are friends with him!" I grumbled, as Tom chuckled.

"He's not that bad, Kayla. Sure, he's a bit cocky, but Duane's a decent guy, deep down. Maybe you should try to get to know him better."

"I'd rather take a pass on that, thanks. He's a complete jerk, as far as I'm concerned!" I stated with a huff, not liking the idea in the slightest. Luckily, my dad peeled off from the crowd and walked up to Tom and me.

"Mom's not coming?" I asked, as Dad shook his head.

"Nah... She wants to treat the team for their win tonight. So, I say we head home, kiddo. Your mother will catch a ride later," he said with a chuckle, "you want to join us for dinner, Tom."

"No, sorry sir, I've got some homework to finish. Next time for sure," Tom declined politely and then leaned in to kiss me goodnight on the cheek, as my dad smiled at us. Tom never kisses me on the lips in front of our parents.

"He's a good kid, that one. Don't let him get away, alright!" My dad teased me, and I blushed with embarrassment.

"That he is..." I muttered under my breath and looked back at Tom walking away. As I turned, I briefly glanced at Mom and frowned as I watched her heading towards the locker room with the team, Duane's arm wrapped around her waist.

'Weird!'

***

Over the next few weeks, Mom practically disappeared into her work as she coached the team tirelessly. Practicing day and night to get the team into shape for the upcoming playoff match. I hardly ever saw her anymore, and when I did, she was always exhausted and drained.

However, I couldn't help but notice a change in her. Mom seemed happier; she always had a smile on her face. Not to mention how much sexier she began to dress lately. Mom has always been an incredibly attractive woman; beautiful, with a bombshell body, long blonde wavy hair, bright blue eyes, the works!

Then, Mom's style and sense of clothing also changed. Gone were her old, somewhat bland, conservative clothes, and in their place were sexy outfits that accentuated her curves. Maybe it was the confidence she got after winning her first game, or maybe it was something else, but I couldn't help but notice my mom's sexy new look.

My Dad, on the other hand, was clueless, as always. He did note how much her work was tiring her out. Therefore, one night, during dinner, he came up with the idea of me joining the team as a temporary team manager. Mom was reluctant at first, but eventually agreed to let me help out.

Truth be told, I practically jumped at the opportunity. I'd missed spending time with Mom, and I wanted to make sure she was doing okay.

So, the following Monday, I put on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt and joined Mom for practice with the team. I wanted to wear something comfortable for running back and forth during practice, but couldn't help but notice their lecherous gazes as they quickly gathered around us when she blew her whistle.

You see, our school gym uniforms have always been a bit... let's just say... revealing. It's not that obvious of a problem when you're with a large group of girls. But when you're surrounded by a bunch of horny teenage boys in an empty gym, well, let's just say I felt like I was a piece of meat being paraded in front of a pack of wolves.

I was wearing a white T-shirt that hugged my curves tight, as well as my short red shorts that showed off my toned legs along with the bottom curve of my ass. I tried to pull the hem of my shorts to cover my bum a bit, but it was a losing battle against my bubble butt.

"Guys... Meet our new Team Manager!" Mom introduced me to the team, oblivious to their stares, "Principal Miguel believes that she can help us out with keeping track of schedules and other team responsibilities We can then focus on the game better."

I was about to chip in and add to that when Duane whistled and smirked at me, "I'm not sure we'll be able to focus at all with the hottest coach AND the hottest cheerleader around us at training..."

I knew that if I let this pass, I'd have them teasing Mom and me all the time, so I wasn't in the mood to take any of his crap.

"I'm NOT your cheerleader, Duane. I am the Team Manager, and you can take those dirty thoughts of yours out of your head. Like I told you guys last time, I have a boyfriend already, so it's better that you guys do not waste your time hitting on me. Instead focus on your practice!"

"Oh Snap!" The other boys exclaimed collectively as I called him out in front of everyone.

Duane looked at me with that irritating smile and took a step forward so that he was towering over me, but I was determined to not back down to him. We continued to glare at each other until he finally shrugged, after muttering, "I like your attitude, Miss Manager. It's gonna be fun having you around..."

My mom seemed to be a little taken aback by the scene and quickly took charge. She called the team around and made them start with a few laps to warm up. I turned to her with a grin on my face.

"Is he always this cocky?" I asked her, making mom blush a little, "I can't believe he was trying to flirt with the both of us! How do you tolerate him? I hate guys like that!"

"Well, he is a bully for sure," Mom mumbled shyly, "but he's also one of the best players I've ever seen. The whole team works hard because of him; I guess that's why I cut him some slack..."

"Well... I'm glad that I'm here to help you now, Mom," I smiled at her reassuringly, "You can focus on your coaching and I'll keep their minds focused on basketball, instead of on ogling you OR me! Trust me... I've dealt with guys like Duane before. They might act all cocky, but I know how to shut them down."

It was evident that Mom had her hands full with this lot and I was determined to help. For the rest of the practice, her entire team, led by Duane, made it no secret that they were checking me out. From the corner of my eye, I caught them looking and staring, but I wasn't going to give them the pleasure of knowing that it bothered me. I was going to help my mom win this championship, no matter what. If that meant dealing with a bunch of horny jocks, so be it.

***

"So how was practice today?" Tom asked as we sat in the bleachers later that evening.

"I don't know how my mom manages to handle these idiots," I said, rolling my eyes, thinking back to the way the team just ogled both my mom and I the entire time, "You should see how much they tease Mom!"

"It's just guys being guys, Kayla. It's just how some guys vent out when stressed. Cut 'em some slack," Tom laughed, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "They are training like crazy, doing everything your mom is making them do. So, maybe, it's not that much of a big deal?"

"I guess you're right," I sighed reluctantly. He did have a point about that. Despite all the teasing, Mom WAS training the hell out of them, and they were following her orders to a T. And... it was all because of Duane.

Mom was right; he might be the most cocky and arrogant jerk, but from what I could see, it was Duane who was working the hardest on the team. Focussing not just on his own game, but barking orders to the others to listen to Mom's instructions properly, if they were slacking off.

Even I had to admit, I had never seen this side of Duane before.

"Well... maybe I can try to be a bit nicer with them," I relented, causing Tom to chuckle.

"Only a bit?"

"I'm not a push over!" I laughed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

***

"So, Kayla, how was your first day helping out Mom?" Dad asked the same question as Tom over dinner later that night, "Is your mom just as strict on them as the rumours around school are making out to be?"

Mom rolled her eyes as I smiled and nodded, "Oh you should have seen her Dad! She's training them like a drill sergeant!"

"Not true," Mom laughed and took a sip of her wine, "I'm only making sure they put in the hard work. Motivation does the rest."

"Whatever you're doing, must be working," Dad noted with a proud grin, "Carter is pretty happy with how much Duane, in particular, has improved. That boy was starting to turn into a troublemaker."

"Oh, it's nothing like that, Miguel," Mom smiled shyly, "Duane just needed the right motivation that's all..."

"Well, whatever you are doing to keep him motivated, keep doing it for at least the next few games," Dad laughed, taking another sip of his wine, "His father is trying to rope in a scout to come see him play during one of the next few games."

"Oh, don't worry, Miguel. I've got that under control," Mom replied with a mischievous wink.

"Yes. But..."

We were interrupted by the main door opening and the sound of my younger brother Manny's shuffling feet as the main door slammed shut.

"Manny, you're late. Dinner was at 8!" Mom called out, but instead of coming into the kitchen as usual, he called out that he wasn't hungry and went up to his room without even a hello.

"That's strange," Dad said with a frown, "I wonder what's wrong?"

Mom sighed, "It's something at school. He just won't talk about it. Kayla and I both tried talking to him about it but we got nothing."

"Oh, let him have his privacy," Dad shrugged, "he probably just had a bad day."

***

The next few days were quite hectic as I tried my best to keep things running smoothly. Mom was becoming more and more stressed as the quarterfinals approached, and I did my best to help lighten her load. Between scheduling practice times and handling logistics for away games, I barely had any time to hang out with Tom.

The good thing though was that I was getting closer to Mom. Except for a few post-practice strategy sessions, which Mom asked me to skip as she wanted some alone time with the team to give them a pep-talk, I was practically with her almost every hour of every day outside of classes.

"How did you get these guys to improve so much in such a short time?" I asked her one day as we stood by the court watching the guys go through their shooting drills.

To my surprise, she blushed a deep-red and seemed really embarrassed by the simple question. "Well, it hasn't been easy, but I try to motivate them and I made some rules to keep them in check too..."

"Rules, as in?" I inquired and to my surprise Mom just evaded the question, "Oh it's nothing major sweetie. Just making sure they have no outside distractions and focus only on the game!"

I was intrigued but lucky for Mom, the boys finished their final laps and began heading back to the locker rooms.

"Alright guys! That'll be it for today. Go hit the showers," she yelled out, "And we'll meet in my office for strategy in 15 minutes."

"Another strategy meet?" I looked at my mom, pleadingly, "Can I sit in this time please?"

"Oh, honey, it's just boring charts and plays... And some daily motivation for the boys. Not worth your time at all!" she laughed and pinched my cheeks, "Besides you have your date with Tom tonight, right?"

"Well yeah, but..." I protested.

"Don't worry, Miss goody-two-shoes," Duane cut in with his usual smirk. He was the only one left behind while his friends hit the lockers, "We'll take good care of your mom."

"Shut up Duane, and go take a shower!" Mom said sternly, swatting Duane on his sweaty chest as he let out a chuckle and jogged off.

"I still can't believe how he just listens to you these days," I said with an impressed tone, "He doesn't listen to anyone else at school!"

"Well... like I told Dad... It's all about motivation, darling!" she winked, "You go enjoy your night with Tom while I go handle those boys!"

***

Tom was supposed to pick me up from practice, but for some reason he wasn't there waiting for me in the parking lot. After thirty minutes or so of waiting for him and after several missed calls later, he finally answered my call, only to apologize that he had forgotten about our date and was still gaming at Jack's.

I rolled my eyes in frustration and stomped my way back inside and headed towards Mom's office to hitch a ride with her. I couldn't help but feel annoyed and a bit pissed off at Tom. Sometimes, he just took me for granted!

Lucky for me, Mom seemed to be done with her strategy meeting too. As I saw, Jake, Marvin, Kyle and Winston walking away together in the other direction from her office. They seemed to be in a great mood and were joking around loudly. I couldn't help but hear the words 'Duane' and 'Coach Avy's Deal' as they rounded the corner.

I looked towards the direction that they had come from, Mom's new office. It was odd that Duane had stayed behind and the rest of them were leaving. Knowing him, he must have caused some trouble for Mom, and she must be scolding him.

Curious as to what was happening, and a bit giddy with the hope to see Mom finally tell Duane off, I tip-toed over towards her office. The door was ajar, and I peeked in to see what was going on. To my surprise, instead of telling him off, Mom was making out with him!

I could hardly believe my eyes, but it was true. My mom, the school Principal's wife, the model teacher, the Substitute Coach, was kissing the basketball team's star player, Duane Williams!

'Mom... W-what is... Why... Oh my God!' I gasped as a torrent of thoughts popped into my mind, trying to rationalize what I was seeing. 'He must be forcing himself on her! Mom's always been a pushover!'

But as I looked on, I was even more confused. Even if she was being forced, why the heck did she seem to be enjoying it so much! Her hands ran all over his muscular arms and chest, while she moaned and whimpered.

"God, you're so sexy Mrs. Scott..." He murmured into her mouth.

"Duane... You know that I shouldn't... Mmmm... Be doing thiiss..." she purred as he leaned down to nibble on her neck, "Mmm... We don't have time... Mmm... for this. We have to... Oh God! I have a staff meeting in 5 minutes."

Duane ignored her, lifting her up and setting her on her desk and to my horror, my mom willingly wrapped her long legs around her bully's hips and pulled him close. She spoke in a soft whisper, and I almost missed it, "N-not today... please. I will make it uuunnnh... up to you..." she moaned, grinding herself against him as he continued suckling her neck, "I-I promise... I- I can't be late for the meeting!"

I leaned forward a little, trying to make out what she had just said, but inadvertently nudged the door a bit, which creaked loudly, causing Duane to look up for a second. Luckily, I immediately ducked back behind the wall, but I could almost swear that he had seen me!

However, he didn't show if he had noticed me and returned his attention to Mom, who was moaning and whimpering in pleasure as he kissed her neck passionately for a good minute before pulling away.

"Fine..." he grumbled, "But you owe me, Mrs. Scott."

I heard the sound of his footsteps and quickly hid in the closet opposite to me. He stepped out of the room and headed off down the corridor. Once I was sure he had gone, I slowly crept up to my mom's room and peered in. Mom was still inside. Her eyes were closed, and she had picked up a picture of Dad from her desk and looked at it curiously, while muttering, "Forgive me, Miguel."

'What the hell is going on here!' I thought to myself as I stepped back into the dark hallway and sprinted towards the exit.

***

Over the next few days, I was in a daze. My mind was still reeling from what I had seen. My sweet, loving mom, who was the most innocent and loyal person I knew, was being blackmailed into making out with a student!

'I have to do something about it.' I kept thinking but I just didn't know what to do. I really couldn't do anything until I were to find out what Duane was holding over her to force her into making out with him.

And I was determined to find out. So, I tried my best to stick around her as much as possible and to keep an eye on them both during practice and while in her office. But there wasn't much luck.

However, it all finally came to a head on the night of the quarter-finals. Our team won a hard-fought victory, and while everyone started leaving the court after the celebrations, I noticed Duane nod towards my mom and she then slipped out of the crowd and headed towards the locker rooms.

"Hey Tom, can you wait for me by the car?" I nudged Tom, "I have something I need to check up on."

"Can't it wait? We can't be late for the movie?"

"Nothing, just something that's been on my mind. It'll just be just 5 minutes. You wait by the car, and I'll be out soon," I said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning and heading over to the locker room.

I glanced over towards the lockers and paused for a moment. Maybe I was thinking too much. She was with the whole team, not just with Duane alone. What could possibly happen?

Still, something nagged at my conscience, and I decided to call her up first. As I expected, she sounded so nervous on the phone that it only confirmed that she was up to no good. And before she could protest further, I made my excuses and headed over to the locker room, determined to get to the bottom of this. My mom was the best person I knew and there was no way I could let her get taken advantage of like this.

However, as I turned the corner towards the lockers, I nearly bumped into a very sweaty Duane coming from the locker room.

"Oh sorry..." He said casually before giving me his signature cocky smirk, "Congrats on the win, Miss Manager."

"Yeah, you too..." I replied awkwardly, unsure how to react, "Did my Mom leave? I need to pick her up for dinner real quick..."

I took a step to the right to pass by him, but Duane shuffled sideways and blocked my path, his hand lightly caressing my shoulder, "No worries. She's still in there. Giving the team a bit of motivation!"

"I'll just pop in and get her then. Excuse me," I looked up at him irritably and pushed past him before he could stop me. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me.

"Worried about your mom like a good girl. I'm sure you started to worry about her after you caught us kissing..." Duane said. I froze in my tracks and whipped around; my eyes wide.

"W-what?" I stuttered, feeling my heart beat faster.

"Oh, don't be so surprised!" he chuckled. "I saw you standing by the door spying on us the other day... You're a terrible spy, you know that?"

I gulped hard, unable to find a response as I glanced back at the door where my mom was supposed to have been waiting, "I- I... I don't..."

"Did you like what you saw, Miss. Goody-Two-Shoes? I noticed that you've been eyeing me a lot since that day. You jealous?" He asked with a cocky sneer on his face. He took a step towards me, and I instinctively backed away.

"Are you threatening my mom?" I whispered, "I swear I'm going to tell my dad about this..."

Duane chuckled as if I'd said something amusing and took another step toward me, until I was backed up against the wall. He lifted his hands and casually rested them against the wall on either side of my shoulders, as he looked deep into my eyes. His massive body completely blocking me off as I glared up at him defiantly.

"Tell Principal Miguel what exactly?"

"That you're blackmailing her... That you're using her somehow..." I whispered, my eyes focused on his, trying not to look weak.

"Blackmailing? What gives you that idea?" he asked, his face inches away from mine.

"Because you're a bully and I know you're taking advantage of her..." I answered.

Duane's lips curled into a smirk, and he seemed to think about something for a moment.

"I'll tell my dad if you don't stop this..." I threatened, but the cut me off.

"Damn, Kayla... You've got this all wrong," he whispered in my ear and I felt his breath brush against my skin. "Your mom's the one who offered the deal to me!"

"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered nervously.

"Well, your mom set up all these rules for us players to follow until the match. So that we have a shot at winning the tournament; you know how important this is for her..." he began whispering in my ear as I listened intently.

"What does that have to do with..." I started but Duane gently shushed me.

"Now, that includes no skipping practice, no parties, no booze and absolutely NO girls! Nothing to distract us, you see. The guys were cool with it since they don't really have girlfriends to begin with but..." Duane said and then paused for a second before continuing, "But you know me. I just can't concentrate on the game, if my needs aren't met!"

"You are so disgusting," I hissed and tried to push him away, but he didn't budge an inch as I continued to glare up at him.

"So, I went to Ms. Avy to talk to her about this problem of mine, and she was so understanding. I mean she needs me to win; afterall, I am her top player you know... So, she offered a solution to my predicament."

"Which is?"

"Well, I needed a girl and your mom sort of subbed in..." he whispered, "you know, I gotta blow off steam somehow after practice. So, we settled on a kiss whenever I want... But I never expected her to be so damn good at it, I have to admit."

My eyes went wide, and I just stared at him in shock, "You pig. Don't you know that she's married?!"

Duane just smiled, his eyes lingering on my body. I was still wearing the cheerleader outfit, the tight top was pretty revealing and I suddenly felt conscious about it as Duane's eyes roamed up and down my body.

"Well, I could consider that... but how would that help me deal with my stress? Leading a team to the championship is stressful work and having a girlfriend to make-out with is a good way to release that tension, you know..." Duane stated matter-of-factly.

I glanced down the corridor towards the locker room. Mom was taking so much risk for this stupid championship; what if Dad found out. Their marriage could fall apart because of a stupid deal!

"What will it take for you to leave her alone?" I asked after a long pause.

"Well, I have an idea..." he whispered and lowered his hand to my waist, his fingers gently caressing the exposed skin as I froze, my eyes wide.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.

"Well, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes..." he whispered as he leaned forward so that his lips were up close to my left ear and I felt a chill run across my back. "I'm offering you a choice. You can either go tell Principal Miguel and destroy your mom's marriage or...." he paused for a second, letting my imagination run wild before continuing, "Or you can take your mom's place..."

"What?!" I exclaimed loudly, "I- I'm not doing that. I can't do that... I have Tom!"

"Just till the championship is over. And don't worry, it's not my style to force a girl. Just go out with me and pretend to be my girlfriend in secret. No-one else will know," he said with a shrug and added, "It's not like you have to have sex with me or anything. I just like having a cute girlfriend hanging off my arm to keep the stress away."

"W-what does that involve exactly?" I asked hesitantly.

'Was I really considering this?' I wondered to myself.

He grinned and leaned back down and whispered, "Just the usual stuff that couples do..." I felt his lips touch against the skin of my neck. I shuddered involuntarily and closed my eyes. "...you know, holding hands... and making out..."

"And that's it? You won't try anything funny?" I opened my eyes and looked up at him as his eyes stared into my own.

"I'm a perfect gentleman. You have my word, Kayla. Tom will never know, and I will never try anything which you are not comfortable with..." Duane promised, "So... what do you say?"

I gulped hard and looked back towards the locker room. If Mom was caught with Duane, she might be suspended and worse, her marriage would be ruined. I knew what I had to do. I was already helping her out with the team, I could just help her out a little more.

I looked up at his face with a frown and bit my lip, "O-only kissing and only until the championship. That too only after practice... when nobody is around... and you have to leave my mom alone! Got it? Otherwise, I'll tell my dad."

"You drive a hard bargain Miss Goody-Two-Shoes," he grinned and I felt his fingers caress my waist as he pulled me close and leaned down until his face was inches from mine, "Now, how about we seal the deal with a kiss?"

I blushed bright red as I looked into those deep, dark eyes. I knew that I really didn't have much of a choice as I nodded reluctantly and leaned up on my toes to press my lips to his, muttering the words that sealed my fate that day...

"Deal..."

As his soft lips pressed against mine, I felt his tongue pry open my lips and dart into my mouth. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness. My eyes were wide with shock as I felt his tongue explore my mouth. It was so different from Tom's gentle kisses and before I knew it, I felt my tongue begin to respond.

'What the hell am I doing?'

His strong arms enveloped me, and I felt myself being pulled up onto my toes. My arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to devour my mouth, my eyes closed as I lost myself in the moment. My mind was a whirl as I realized how wrong all this was.

Duane was a bully and a jerk and yet... he was so much better than Tom at a simple kiss! I felt his hand move to the back of my head and grab a fistful of my hair, forcing my mouth to remain in place as he kissed me. I felt his tongue swirl around the inside of my mouth as I whimpered into his mouth. I felt a tingle between my thighs, as I felt his other hand cup my ass, squeezing my soft, curvy butt.

"Mmm... Mmmm..." I whimpered in surprise, but Duane's grip held me in place as we continued to passionately kiss for a good minute. His hands exploring my body as I melted into the kiss, my body responding to his advances as I felt my nipples harden beneath my top, pressing into his muscular chest.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I was powerless in his strong arms. I had never been kissed like that before. Tom and I had always kept things slow and gentle, but Duane was different. I could feel the lust and the desire in his kiss, and I found myself getting turned on as I moaned in pleasure into his mouth, my tongue dancing with his.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled his tongue out of my mouth and broke the kiss. I opened my eyes, my lips still parted. Almost instinctively I leaned forward to recapture his lips, but he leaned back with a smirk. "That wasn't half-bad Miss Manager. I can see this is going to be sooo much fun!"

"Mmm... What?" I mumbled, still in a daze as I felt him gently lower me to my feet.

"See you tomorrow, Kayla. I'll text you where to meet me," he winked before stepping out the door and leaving me there standing in the hallway, my heart racing a mile a minute. I was so stunned that it took me nearly a minute before I realized what I had gotten myself into...

'Shit! What the hell did I just do?'

***

Chapter 2 - My New Boyfriend

"Hey Kayla!" Mom greeted me cheerily as she joined us for breakfast, "You look lovely today!"

I wasn't paying attention as my mind was still replaying my kiss with Duane. My cheeks still felt flushed as I thought back to it. 'How could I let that brute kiss me?' and then a smaller voice in my mind added 'and why am I comparing him to Tom?'

"Kayla?!" Mom waved her hand in front of my face as I snapped back to reality.

"Huh? Oh hi, Mom!" I smiled weakly at her.

"How was your date with Tom last night?" Mom asked while picking up the box of cereal.

"Oh... My date? Oh that... Yes, it was nice..." I lied, blushing bright red, avoiding her gaze as I didn't want her asking too many questions about last night.

Mom was about to reply when Dad's voice boomed in from the doorway, "Morning ladies!" He announced and walked up behind Mom and wrapped his arms around her waist as he gave her a big hug, planting kisses on the sides of her neck.

"Aah! Miguel! Stop it! Not in front of Kalya!" she giggled, pushing him away playfully.

"What?" He grinned as Mom rolled her eyes, "I'm just showing some affection to the first woman coach to reach the semis."

"You are so corny!" She giggled, as she turned around and leaned up to give him a soft kiss on the lips. I watched on silently. Like Tom, Dad's kiss seemed to be soft and gentle. Did Mom really prefer this to Duane's passionate, hungry, aggressive kisses...

'Stop it Kayla... Mom loves Dad!' I scolded myself, feeling guilty that I was thinking such thoughts about my own parents. I shook my head to get rid of the memory of Mom kissing Duane and got up to get ready for school when I got a message on my phone.

Duane: 'Good morning, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes '

I sighed and glanced at my parents before typing back.

Me: 'Stop calling me that. What do you want?'

Duane: 'Tsk. Tsk. Such a rude reply from my new girlfriend. I was just wishing you a good morning.'

Me: 'Only till the championship. Don't forget that.'

Duane: 'Yeah, Yeah. Anyways, We're going out tonight. Meet me at the park.'

Me: 'WHAT?!'

Duane: 'I'll be waiting at the park. Don't be late or I'll come looking for you. And make sure to dress up for the date. That's the deal.'

"Great, my first fake date with the biggest douchebag in school..." I muttered to myself as I slipped the phone into my pocket and grabbed by bag, "Gotta go Mom, I'm running late. Bye Dad."

***

The rest of the day went by uneventfully, apart from some more lecherous teasing from the team during practice. But what I was really dreading was tonight's 'date'.

I didn't even want to imagine how horrible it would be to go on a date with Duane! All day I tried to think of ways out of it. Maybe I could pretend to be sick. Maybe I could just sneak out of my window and run away!

But I couldn't. I couldn't because I knew I was doing this for my mom. She had worked so hard for this coach's position, and I would not ruin this for her. I would do what I have to do to protect her and our family, even if it means dating Duane Carter!

So, at 6:30 PM sharp, I found myself dressed in a short white summer dress, sitting in my room, and staring at myself in the mirror, while applying some makeup.