Soccer boundaries 3 - Season's end

Barb told the team this was gonna be her last year. They were an inspiration, given her confidence. Some would keep playing, she hoped, but what she really knew was they’d all do positive things. Some people could move and some would find new options to check. “Hello, girls. I went to basketball after mean coaches screamed for years to keep my hands off the ball.” They laughed. Carl was always surprised how she’d say “heck” to them when she meant “shit.”

She admitted Carl afterwards, ‘Coaching’s not good. A season is sometimes more about what you tell them than moving the ball. Tell them what to hear to be winners. But sometimes you don’t tell them all the same.

Why Kathy suddenly disappeared from sex with him, that Carl never found out. Teenagers can turn so fast. It was almost like she’d never been on the pill. He took Barb’s advice, of course, don’t ask, not with your child, at least. It made it easier, just pretend like nothing happened, he’d admit to Barb’s smile.

If Barb hadn’t been there to hold him when Kathy went backwards, what would he have done? If he had learned he was ready to make love, that was something important to know, she coached.

Andrea and Kathy had the offensive skills to stay at soccer next year, but they decided to move on. Volleyball, maybe. Drama where they could sing? After the last huddle of the team, the two of them walked home. Walking meant, let’s talk.

It was weird, Andrea, that month, my dad, and all that, Kathy was reflected.

Mom said it’s pretty regular for a dad to see his kid different when she changes.

“Like tripping, watching him want to have sex with her,” the other one wondered.

" She said it’s a middle crisis thing. They don’t do much unless they’re jerks."

“Well, she’s right on it, punched my tits a few times and tried to see me naked. Masturbated as hell sometimes. Like he doesn’t even think who’s doing the laundry?

“Mom says it’s not their fault,” rule Andrea. Like she said, if you let them handle it yourself, it’s done. The best takes longer. Make a big deal and it hits the fan. I’m glad you listened to her that you didn’t scare him, even if she’s just my mother.”

So I’m about to tell the councilman he’s a pervert, and suddenly I’m his little girl again. Back to that forehead pillow! I didn’t mind that he noticed a little bit. Like your mother said, shut up.

“Don’t be stupid about the reason. We saw them kissing at the soccer field. The good thing that only mom looked up.

“They weren’t kissing, just kissing,” corrected Kathy.

“Do mom’s arm? When she said that was their first kiss, I believe it, actually. Now they’re like your hamsters. Like we can’t hear it? You think we’re stepsisters or whatever?

“Probable.” Kathy agreed. “I’m pretty good to know where my dad’s head is.”

“Do you know that Gary’s gonna do his driving test next month?”

Really?

“Shit, if I could get the curfew to 12:30, he would take me out,” spilled Andrea.

“And your little cherry, right?”

“Gotta soon, right? Maybe I should get on the pill or something?

Probably. Lana says they’re fine. So maybe we can double, you on the front, me in the back!

No way. I don’t want you to look.”

Okay. This is how you get better curfews. I’m telling dad that yours is changing to 12:30 and you’re telling me. Your mother the same about me. Then they both think it’s good. Those two are so big on boundaries! Like the world has limits?

“The old different-to-man trick”? Mom probably knows, suspected Andrea.