Token of love, she thought, horrified. It was a man's sperm!
All over her fingers!
CHAPTER FIVE
The swim team stood along the edge of the pool as Bert strutted down the line snapping orders like a Marine drill instructor.
His speech lasted five minutes and during that time not a head twitched and not a leg moved. The wind blowing off the ocean was bitter cold, but no one shivered. Better to be cold than to catch the ire of Bert Anderson.
"I don't have to remind you girls that the Nationals are three weeks away," snapped. Bert. As he walked along the line, his eyes focused on each swimmer as if he were speaking to them individually. "We've got a good team here, the makings of a great team in fact. But you aren't going to be worth a damn unless you work hard these last three weeks. You'll be going up against the very best competition in the state. I don't have to remind you that California has some of the best swimmers in the country. It won't be easy, that I can assure you."
He turned on his heel at the end and retraced his steps, snapping a clipboard at his side.
"I've heard complaints about the workouts," he continued. "Four miles a day works out to a lot of laps, but it's not enough if you want to do well at the nationals. So for the next three weeks, we're boosting our swims to six miles."
He waited for the chorus of groans to subside. "Since we can have the pool for only a limited time during the afternoon, the extra two miles will be swam in the morning. Is that clear? I want every one of you girls to be here, ready to go at seven a.m. sharp." Another roar of voices went up, this one more plaintive than the last. "I won't have time to set my hair for school," moaned one girl whose firm tits and round butt made anyone forget about her hair.
"That's where you're wrong," said Bert with a smile. "There's plenty of time to swim and then go home and pretty yourself up for the boys." He felt his heart pounding as he finished the sentence. His eyes stared down the line until they found Alice Dilly. She had a vague distant look in her eyes and it incensed Bert that she did not pay more attention to him. Maybe if he handed her another towel, Alice might get the message. She turned, saw that he was staring at her and blushed.
"Isn't that right, Miss Dilly?"
The girls looked down at Alice, not knowing why Bert had picked her, but, perhaps sensing there was something unusual going on between Alice and the coach.
"I would think so," coughed Alice. She felt so anxious she wanted to pee! "But you have to swim very fast to get the whole two miles in." She gulped and tried to stop her head from spinning around and around. Alice opened her mouth and froze up as her mind went blank. She could feel the soiled towel in her hand, feel with a nauseating dread the greasy sperm on her fingertips. Her eyes focused on Bert's crotch as she wondered about the obscene message. God, was it Bert? It seemed impossible. Not Bert, she thought. Not an Olympic champion, a war hero, a pillar of the community. His family went back three generations. Alice looked up at him and spotted the glint of recognition in his eyes. Alice had been only a small girl when her father opened the morning newspaper and proudly pointed to Bert's picture on the front page, the one with the Olympic medal dangling from his neck and the caption "Hero Honors the Strand". Was it possible that this same man could be putting come rags in her bicycle basket? She watched the bulge in his bathing suit grow out, and for the first time she saw the fear behind those flashing black eyes. Suddenly, her jaw unlocked, the tension draining away like rain drops after a storm.
It was you, she wanted to say. She felt a renewed sense of pride standing at attention in front of Bert, her courage flowing into her blood. You did it, I know you did it!
Bert felt old and tired not to mention embarrassed as hell at the hard-on creeping to full length in his pants. He snapped the clipboard once more against his thigh and then meekly, for his strong, baritone voice betrayed him, ordered the girls into the pool.
"Half-mile warm up, two miles of hundred repeats," he snapped. One by one the girls edged to wall reluctantly for the water was cold in the late afternoon, dove in and, began the workout. As the last one lofted her skinny buttocks and scrawny legs up and down with a splash into the green tinted water, Bert felt a deep stirring; not the hot, passion kind he felt for Heidi, a passion that more often than not turned to sick, perverse kind of lust; but a warm, bubbly passion, a happy, friendly feeling that made him light and buoyant as a champagne bubble.
Alice was waiting for him as he strode down to his office. She hugged her shoulder, shivering with cold. Her large, blue eyes stared up at him, their gaze causing him also to shiver.
"Miss Dilly, I'm sorry I put you on the spot."
"Well, that's all right," she said meekly. "I guess I had it coming."
"Perhaps," said Bert sharply. "But that's no excuse for not swimming. Standing around pool side isn't going to make you a better swimmer."
He pointed to the water. "Now get!" he snapped, smacking her butt with the clipboard. "And after practice I want to see you in my office."
"Yes, sir," she said. Alice turned and made a long, curving dive. She watched the churning water come up to meet her face, and at the last minute closed her eyes to embrace its warm wetness.
Now what does he want with me? she thought, tucking at the waist and flipping the turn. Alice pushed off, one lap down, wondering what it could be.
"Hey what did asshole want?" asked Jennifer Bacon, standing under the hot water shower in the changing room. When Alice tried to dismiss the question with a puzzled look, Jennifer just laughed.
"You got something going?" Jennifer continued. She was a scrawny girl and in the shower with her flat tits and hairless crotch covered with soap she appeared ludicrous. To make up for her bland looks, Jennifer was known as a talker and whatever Alice said would undoubtedly be passed around school.
"Mind your own business," Alice said, dipping under the water. The hot shower felt soothing to her tired muscles. She stripped the tight nylon suit from her body and arched her neck against the spray. Gently she moved around letting the water splash off her skin. The conversation was over she thought until Jennifer suddenly grabbed her roughly.
"Don't act snotty with me," said Jennifer. "Just 'cause you're fucking the coach doesn't make you anything special, Miss Hot Pants!"
Alice was surprised by Jennifer's strength. Surprised and angered too! What right did she have to make up stories, especially when there wasn't a grain of truth to them? Alice pulled the girl's arm from her shoulders and squared off.
"Keep you dirty hands off me," she snapped. "What makes you so damn sure."
"Because I saw the way you acted," cried Jennifer. "And that ain't all either."
"What does that mean," said Alice, catching Jennifer as she tried to run. "Where do you think you're going?" Alice grabbed the frightened girl roughly. "You explain that remark or so help me I'll bash your brains out!"
Jennifer looked as if she wanted to crawl under a log and die. Once the words slipped from her mouth, there was no turning back. Jennifer stood naked in the dressing room, water forming in a puddle at her feet. Feeling naked as her bald cunt, the skinny girl whose nickname was blabbermouth said, "you'll just have to ask Bert Anderson. You're not the first girl he asked up to that house of his."
"Asked up to his house?" retorted Alice. "He hasn't asked me anything except get in the water and swim."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," said Jennifer. Her lips split into a wide, toothy grin that made Alice furious enough to punch her in the face. It would do no good, however, to have the rumor spread that she was having an affair with the swim coach.