Chapter 8
Coach Story paced the sidelines nervously and stared out toward the playing field, feeling an ominous fear of the unknown as he watched the unfolding action.
The State University season had come down to this point. As late afternoon shadows began to fall on the jam-packed stadium, a capacity throng had turned out to watch two bitter traditional rivals, State and Todd University, battle for the league championship and an almost certain major bowl bid. The game was entering the critical stages of the fourth quarter.
Story's team had gone into the game undefeated, with only a 14-14 tie against a highly regarded Norriston team preventing it from a perfect record, against Todd, which had two losses on its record. Both of the teams were undefeated in league competition, however, and the game was a toss-up. The gamblers decided that, even though State had the better record, Todd's non-league competition was much tougher, its two losses coming against Notre Dame and Ohio State.
For fifty-six minutes the teams had battled on fairly even terms, but State had surged slightly toward the end of the third quarter to pull out in front on a field goal, breaking a 7-7 tie which had lasted from the midway point of the third quarter to go on top by a 10-7 count.
Now State was driving, having recovered a Todd fumble on its own 23-yard line, and having marched mainly on the ground all the way to the Todd 18, where State had a first and ten.
"It's all coming down to this," Story told Chuck Graham, who was standing next to him with a headset on, relaying information to Duke based on observations of the three State assistants in the jammed press box high atop the stadium.
"Yeah. We've got to put some more points on the board to be on the safe side," Graham replied.
"Sure. But the way I see it a field goal isn't worth anything."
"It would prevent them from tying with a field goal."
"They'll be playing it the same way I would in their shoes. They've got to go for the win.
Those two non-conference losses would work against them if this game ended in a tie, even if they were against two of the strongest teams in the nation."
"Yeah. You're right, Duke. We've got to figure on going in for six points and icing this thing."
"What are they saying upstairs?" Duke gestured toward the press box. "Does Todd look any slower? More tired?"
"Oh, sure," Chuck nodded. "But we've slowed down, too. There's been a lot of rough contact out there and it's taken its toll on both sides of the line."
"That's about what I figured," Story nodded. "That means we've got to outgut 'em. Use that conditioning. Go for that little bit extra in reserve. That's how we're gonna whip 'em."
Duke Story slammed his fist down into the palm of his hand and started to pace the sidelines nervously once more. He watched as the teams lined up for play. Story held his breath, watched as the ball was snapped, observed the two huge lines charging at each other, then winced as the State fullback, who had taken the handoff from the quarterback, was brought down after a two yard gain.
"Brown, you idiot, you missed your man, missed your block," an enraged Story yelled at a bemused State lineman.
As the team trotted back to the huddle, Story walked over to Graham, who was waiting for him to select the next play, which he would signal out to the State quarterback on the field.
"I'm just as glad that Brown is graduating," he grumbled. "If he hadn't missed that first down we're inside their ten easy. Maybe even a touchdown. Now a lousy two yard gain.
Call a pitchout and tailback sweep. The old USC student body right."
"Okay, Duke," Graham nodded.
Graham made a series of movements with his hands and feet. The quarterback, watching attentively from the huddle, picked up the right signal and called the play.
The ball was pitched out and the tailback sprinted out toward the State side of the field, making an attempt to cut down the sideline and romp sixteen yards for a score. An alert Todd defensive back moved in fast, however, to stop the runner for no gain.
"Oh, damned," Graham winced. "Why didn't somebody pick up that cornerback? If he'd been blocked we'd have scored."
Duke Story called pass plays on third and fourth downs. Both times the ball fell to the ground incomplete. The fourth down pass particularly frustrated the coach since he had decided to go for a touchdown rather than a first down and the primary receiver was in the clear behind the goal line. The State quarterback, who was being rushed aggressively by Todd, did not see the open man and attempted instead to dump the ball off to a secondary receiver, a tight end, who had drawn two defenders. One of the Todd defenders batted the ball harmlessly to the ground.
"Oh, damned, wide open, six points easy," Story shrieked, pointing at the receiver standing by himself in the end zone. "Now it's up to the defense to hold 'em. Okay, you guys. Reach back for that something extra."
Story shouted his final words of encouragement to his defensive team, which trotted out onto the field, hoping to thwart Todd's one remaining chance to put a touchdown on the scoreboard. Duke looked up at the clock.
"They've got two and a half minutes to move eighty-four yards," he said to Graham. "Yeah.
They can do it. But they won't begin to get that far that fast unless our defense breaks down."
"The defense has been pretty strong today."
"Yeah. So far. But the game's on the line now."
The next few minutes proved to be the longest in Duke Story's life, as well as the most unendurable. While he watched next to Chuck Graham on the sidelines, pacing the sidelines nervously, cupping his hands over his mouth and shouting out words of ever mounting desperation to his rapidly tiring defensive players, Todd proceeded to mount a drive, mainly through the air, which extended all the way to the State eight-yard line. Pass after pass was caught by Todd receivers. There was not one long gain in the drive, but a series of productive short and medium-sized gains.
The clock wound down to the final few precious seconds as Todd tried one pass, which fell incomplete, and two runs to put the ball on the State three with fourth down and just thirty seconds remaining in the game.
On fourth down the Todd quarterback rolled out, looking for an open receiver. He eluded a State defensive end and finally decided to tuck the ball under his arm and attempt to run the ball into the far corner of the end zone.
A State defender moved up to challenge him at the goal line, but the quarterback was able to wedge the ball over the line, breaking the plane of the end zone as the official on the scene threw his arms over his head, signifying a touchdown as the Todd side of the field erupted in a state of bedlam.
Duke Story buried his head in his cradled arms, barely able to endure the agony of defeat.
The kick was good, making the score 14-10 with only fourteen seconds left in the game.
After the kickoff was run back and State took possession on its own 20, Duke called a long desperation pass.
The quarterback cranked up and threw the ball, but it landed short of its intended receiver and into the arms of a Todd defensive back, who proceeded to run the interception 34 yards into the end zone for another Todd touchdown, which only served to rub salt into the wounds of Duke Story.
The coach was helpless, totally beside himself as he observed the reigning bedlam on the Todd side of the field.
The meaningless point after touchdown was good and the game ended following the ensuing kickoff with the score 21-10 in Todd's favor. What had given evidence of being Duke Story's most promising season at State University had ended instead in his most agonizing defeat.
Duke was in a state of shock as he walked over and congratulated the winning Todd coach, along with congratulating a few Todd players who had expressed their good wishes to him.
From there he took a long, lonely walk down the tunnel and into the stony silence of his team's dressing room. The players sat disconsolately, their eyes pointing downward to the floor.
He barely managed to get through the agony of the post-game news conference, where he was forced to relive the agony of the winning Todd scoring drive, along with other intervals in the game where his team had stood a good chance of putting the opposition away but had failed to do so.
As soon as the last few reporters had left the dressing room, Duke breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the shower room. He removed his clothes and took a long shower, savoring the opportunity to be finally alone in his agony.
"You wanna go out for a drink, Duke?" a compassionate Chuck Graham called in to him.
"No thanks, Chuck," he shook his head slowly. "I'd just rather be by myself."
"Okay. See you on Monday," Chuck waved.
"Yeah. See you."
Duke finally got out of the shower, dried his body off slowly, then dressed even more slowly. By the time that he left the dressing room it was totally deserted. The last few players had left almost a half hour earlier.
The stadium was deserted as well as Duke ambled slowly down the sidewalk. He thought momentarily about stopping at an old haunt of his, the cocktail bar just across the street from the campus, but he decided against doing so. There would be people inside rehashing the football game and he could not stand any of that.
He finally decided to stop at the liquor store just down the street from the bar. He walked inside. The place was deserted except for its proprietor, Duke's old friend Johnny.
"Hello, Duke," Johnny greeted him with a sad and understanding nod.
"Hi, Johnny."
"What'll it be?"
"A fifth of Jack Daniels. As long as I'm down in the dumps I might as well get soused on good whiskey."
"I'm sure sorry about what happened, Duke."
"That's the way it goes," the coach shrugged.
Johnny handed him the liquor, which he put in a sack. Duke paid for it.
"Thanks, Duke," Johnny said, ringing up the sale. 'They were lucky, just plain lucky. And you were unlucky. I saw it here on television in the store and it made me about as damned mad as it did you when they put over that winning touchdown."
"Thanks for the kind words, Johnny," Duke waved as he took the brown paper sack containing the Jack Daniels in his right hand and walked out of the store.
Duke walked down the dark, deserted street for two blocks, then turned and walked in the direction of a street containing modern, apartment buildings.
The coach strolled into one of the buildings and walked toward the hack. He saw a note inserted in the screen door.
Duke: Come right in.
That was all that the note read. Duke immediately complied, and in a few seconds he was standing in the bedroom of Nancy Spencer. She was lying on top of the bed, her beautiful naked body on full display, her snowy white skin glistening in the semi-darkness of the room. He placed the sack containing the bottle of Jack Daniels on a table.
"I was gonna suggest us having a drink first," he said, "but right now I'm figuring I need something else instead. Something to relieve all my frustrations."
"That's what I figured. This was the way I was gonna receive you if we'd won. Then I got to thinking and decided that in some ways you'd need what I've got to offer even more now that we lost and you're feeling disappointed."
"Absolutely crushed is more like it," he said as he began removing his coat.
"I know how you must feel. When Todd started that last drive I couldn't take it anymore."
"You didn't stay 'till the end?" he asked as he began briskly removing his clothes.
"No. I was walking in the parking lot toward my car when I heard the loud cheers coming from the Todd side of the field. I knew what had happened. I thought for a second about turning on the radio when I got inside the car, but I didn't. I figured, why bother? I was sure I knew how it had come out."
"You did. Then they intercepted a pass and put over one more before it ended. Not that it really made any difference. It's just that it made the wound cut a little deeper."
"My poor baby. You need what I've got to offer right now."
"Oh, yeah. I always need that. Whether I'm feeling real good or real bad, I need you."
By then he had already worked down to his shorts, which he tugged resolutely down on until they were off of him. He reached down and restlessly began to manipulate his fingers up and down against the firm length of his lust-bloated member.
"For the moment I'm damned well gonna forget about that lousy football game and turn my attention to something else," he said.
"Come and get me, tiger," she exclaimed, parting her legs and enticing him as she reached down with her fingers and let them slide tantalizingly against her vagina.
"Oh, yes, I want it," he gulped.
The rugged football coach threw his large body down on top of the bed and immediately reached down with both hands, letting his fingers curl tightly as they grabbed hold of the firm warmth of the young blonde's shapely white ass globes.
"Oh, the Duke is in charge," she gasped, wiggling her buttocks provocatively while his fingers tightly squeezed her flesh.
"Yes, I am, and I'm gonna get one hell of a good fuck," he declared, staring at her lustfully.
"I'm yours, darling, I'm yours," she sighed.
The shrewd Nancy knew just how important it was for the football coach to let off some steam in the wake of the most disappointing loss of his entire career. She was happy to see that he was still able to respond to her that quickly, and with a sense of total commitment.
His fingers clutched tightly against her asscheeks for a few moments longer. When he released them from her shapely ass globes Nancy knew instinctively what Duke wanted.
She turned her body around and got down on all fours, and immediately she began to teasingly glide her provocatively swaying buttocks back and forth while Duke watched, his hard cock feeling the waves of swirling pleasure.
"This is gonna be a fuck," he declared.
Once more his fingers reached down and registered with crisp decisiveness against the warmth of her shapely buttocks. As he held on tightly he shoved his rock hard manmeat forward, slipping his devastating spear into the ravaged tightness of her anal passage as her body corkscrewed in dramatic response to his plunging forward movements.
"Oh, what an ass," he gulped. "Do I ever love plunging my prick inside it. This feels so good."
This was the type of savage penetration that at one. time had made Nancy feel that she was going to die, and that his steaming cock was going to literally tear her up. But by now she had grown accustomed to his spearing thrusts, even though he still made her wince on occasion, such as the present moment, when he would grind his tool into her with a certain level of savage lust.
His hands slapped against the ripe folds of her twisting ass flesh as the steaming pole of Duke Story kept driving in and out, slamming into the searing tightness of her asshole as he drove himself ever closer to the state of climax.
He was so intensely aroused that he knew he would not be maintaining his present pace for very long before he would unload his stirring juices into her asshole.
Duke's thrusting tool kept finding the mark time and again, and every now and then he would let out a gasp of sublime enjoyment over the sensations that were surging through his cock and balls as he pressed inevitably forward to the moment of climax.
A few strokes later he could feel the tugging sensations in his restless testicles, and he knew that the inevitable moment of climax was at hand.
Duke let out a loud sigh as the spurting drops of his thick white cock fluid thundered voluminously from the searing tip of his electrified cock and into Nancy's asshole ^ "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT A FUCK!" he exclaimed as he watched the final few drops of hot semen spill from the end of his torrid cock and into the tightly spasming anus of his lover.
Now that the sex had concluded, Duke immediately poured both himself and Nancy a drink.
"I'll tell you what lost that damned game," he snarled. "Three things. Three lousy things!"
"I thought you didn't wanna talk about it, honey."
"I didn't before, but now I've gotta get it off my chest."
"Then if it'd make you feel better, go ahead."
"We didn't have the breakaway man we needed to put the game away, but thanks to you I figure we've got Lester Norman coming next year to take care of that."
"No doubt about it. I was on the phone checking up on his last week just to keep tabs. He told me he'll be here."
"Fine. And we didn't have the quarterback to take charge of the offense and hit the open man when we could have put the game out of reach."
"Right. And we've got Sean O'Halloran coming, darling. He'll take care of that."
"Things have been coming along well with him?"
"Oh, yes. Ever since gorgeous little Liz' trip there he's been all sweetness and light. Todd doesn't have anything to match her."
"That's great."
"I talked to him a few days ago. I naturally had Liz in the office at the time and just happened to put her on the line to say a few words to him."
"So what did he say?"
"He's absolutely flipped over Liz. I told her to play her cards right and maybe she'll marry a rich and famous athlete in a few years, if that's what she thinks she wants."
"Good. That sounds great. We can pass them silly next year if we get Sean and run them silly with Lester. It's all shaping up real well. But there was one other damned reason why we blew that game today."
"What was that?"
"We needed two more big guys in the trenches. Take charge guys. I didn't really realize how weak we were there, especially down the stretch when the whole damned game is on the line, until the end, when we needed a damned good pass rush but couldn't get it. We get the right guys to plug the holes and I figure we're not only ready to whip Todd's ass, but to contend for the national championship."
"Got something in mind?"
"I sure do, and you figure in the plans."
"Don't I always?" she laughed.
Duke Story nodded, taking a long sip from his whiskey.