The school year ended without any contact with Mary's folks. For all we knew, they had totally disowned her by then. Socially, things would change for me. Dave was moving on to San Diego State, one of California's more notorious party schools with an occasionally decent sports program. Mary and Janice were going to stay in the area to go to college, but I obviously wouldn't see them at school any longer. Carmen was heading to Arizona for her university career, where she had an athletic scholarship. Missy, though, was going to Stanford. Denise moved into an apartment with Kana and we would basically see each other only once in a blue moon now.

Dave and I didn't break up because we were never boyfriend and girlfriend to begin with, just friends and fuck buddies. It was a nice time being with him, but now I was going to be able to move on. I had sex with him for the last time a couple of days before he packed off for San Diego in mid-August. Mary was excited for her freshman year of college  She was smiling all the time as she romped around the house since she was in a pressure free environment.

Her fall quarter began a week before my fall semester and I felt like a mom sending her child off to first grade when I bid her goodbye after breakfast. Then she came home around one a little daunted but still enthusiastic about how different the atmosphere was at that school than the one she recently graduated from. Janice showed up a little while later and we went out to eat. When we got home, they had sex.

The ensuing Monday, I was now a junior and one of the leaders on my team since our volleyball squad was comprised almost totally of underclassmen. Our talent level, unfortunately, didn't improve much with the influx of new blood, so our fortunes would hinge largely on my right arm.

I wanted to invite everybody for a sleep over, but I had to clear it with our coach, who said  no because I warned him that I have a gay housemate. The irony of that was that if I had an older or younger hetero brother who might also want to hit on the girls that would have presumably been okay. But because Mary was lesbian, it was all of a sudden verboten. "If something happened we just wouldn't need the p.r. headache,"  he claimed. "But if my brother knocked somebody up that wouldn't have been controversial?" I questioned. "Dawn, the answer is no and that's final." "What if  I have it informally as an event between friends and not as a team event?" I challenged. "Dawn, if you insist on going through with it I will suspend you for breaking team rules." "So there's a team rule about going into houses with gay people in them? You're about this far from an Unruh Law violation. Moreover, you're infringing on my right of free association." "Listen Dawn, I have to protect my players and so the answer is no." "So you're slandering my roommate by saying she's going to rape or harm one of my teammates when you don't know who it is?" "I didn't say that." "Would you feel better if, say, my roommate was a Catholic priest?" "That's it, Dawn, this discussion is over!" "Shit, coach, you like to talk about character, but what kind of character is it when your first resort is trying to cover your ass so you don't have to stand up to the nuts in this society? You're a gutless wonder, you know that?" "And you're suspended for a week." "Fuck you, asshole, I quit!"

With that, I stomped off and went home. The next morning, in first period, I got summoned to the principal's office. My coach was there along with the principal, Mr. Butler. "So what are you guys interrupting my education for?" I snarked. First, they wanted to know who my roommate was. I declined to tell them, citing privacy reasons, the very rationale they would have used to refuse any press inquiry into this matter. Then they asked if I was gay, which I said they weren't supposed to even ask because such a question was illegal in California. "Okay you guys, you're wasting my time," i said, trying to get the upper hand and knock them off their heels a little bit. "So unless you  have a 'yes' answer to my request to do the sleepover then I am out of here." They started with some other shit, but I cut them off. "I didn't hear a 'yes', so I'm going back to class. Then you can try to use the cops to get me out of it and have to explain it to my $450 an hour lawyer and the judiicial system why you did that,"  I snarled, daggers in my eyes. "Oh come on, you don't have a $450 an hour attornney." I let out a sigh and pulled my cellphone out of my purse. "Hi, is Karen Stennard there? It's Dawn Anderson. Yes, I'll hold. Hi Karen? This is Dawn Anderson! How are you? Great! Hey look, here is my problem...." I ran through the whole thing blow by blow.

"She wants to talk to you," I informed them, handing the phone to Mr. Butler. "Hello?" "Who is this?" "This is principal Donald Butler." "Mr. Butler, I would personally like to thank you for the $4 million dollars in fees I'm about to take your school district for. You've broken so many state and federal laws and regulations the copy of the lawsuit I will  have you served with tomorrow morning will be pretty thick. You must be a rookie at your job. Dawn is going to be a very rich woman once this gets through the courts." Mr. Butler's face went white and sweat broke out on his forehead. "What laws are those?" Mr. Butler stammered. About ten minutes later, Karen finished explaining her case. "If you like, we can open settlement talks right now and you can avoid the expense of some of the court costs. So what's your proffer?" "Fuck!" Mr. Butler exclaimed. "I don't consider that a constructive response Mr. Butler. Let me speak to Dawn." He handed the phone to me and then called the school district's attorneys. I went outside to talk to her. "So what do you want out of this, Dawn?" "Karen, I don't need the money. Charge them whatever legal fees you want and get the termination of my coach and I'm a happy girl." "If that's what you want to do, Dawn. I'll have the suit served tomorrow morning by a guy I know in the Marshall's office and then I'll let you know how it's progressing." "That's great, Karen. Thank you so much again." "That's what I'm here for sweety. You have an outstanding day." "You, too. Bye1"

I went back into the office and Mr. Butler is holding the phone about six inches from his head because the attorney on the other side is screaming at him. Then he asked who my attorney was. "Karen Stennard? Oh fuck! Your career is toast! So tell me genius, where do you think  the school board is going to find anotther $10 million to pay for this suit? Because minimum, that's what they'll have to fork out over for this fiasco. I swear to God, why do they keep hiring dumbfucks to run these schools? I'll call her and see if we can work something out, but you better start planning an early retirement." "Dawn, what do you want out of this?" an obviously shaken  Mr. Butler asked me. "Mr. Butler, at this point, it's in the hands of my attorney. So you'll have to wait until she gets back to you." And with that, I went back to what remained of my first period class.

During fifth period, I was summoned to the office again. Mr. Buttler was the first to speak: "Miss Anderson,"He began rather formally," "We're very sorry for the misunderstanding..." "Don't speak in euphemisms. It insults my intelligence and is, at best, patronizing," I interrupted. "Sorry," he reacted. "Our attorney has made a proffer and your attorney has agreed to it pending your approval. In exchange for dropping the lawsuit, we will pay your attorney's fees plus Mr. Handleson here will be relieved of his duties as coach." "Uh huh.  I'll talk with my attorney tonight and I'lll go from there," I said. I got up and circled back to my class.

After school, I called Karen. I wanted the settlement amended to stipulate that a new coach will be hired within seven working days. "This is a deal breaker, Karen. If they can't agree to that go ahead and hit 'em with the full lawsuit," I commanded. The next morning, the amended settlement was in my fax machine. I signed it, faxed it back and the sleepover was on.

Of course, everybody was shocked when our coach was forced out. But that's the price you pay for being a bigot. As part of the settlement, I couldn't discuss any of the underlying facts with anyone nor was I to interfere with Coach Handleson's ability to get another coaching position. He would also remain as a teacher at the school. And I was reinstated to the team.  In addition, Coach Handleson was not to denigrate me to anyone, nor was he allowed to say a word about what led to his dismissal.

The other girls sat around with me after dinner Friday as the sleepover got underway and speculated as to why our now former coach got the axe. When they asked me what my guess was, I just threw my hands up in the air and didn't utter a word. I finally broke the silence by saying that we were going to have to really pull together to overcome this.

With the supervision of one of the other PE coaches, I conducted our next three practices. We had another coach by the following Wednesday, but that was less than a week before our first match. "I finally get to see you in the flesh," Coach Costello remarked the first time we met. I guess he had heard about me somehow. He had to be 6'6" and 250 pounds at least. He was fucking huge. He worked us harder than Coach Handleson did and I think I sweated about five pounds off during that workout. The practice on Thursday was rugged, but not as much as Wednesday's was. Friday, he worked us over pretty good, but I was fine with it. The freshman girls really needed the reps.

Monday, we worked out for maybe two hours. Then Tuesday, we went out and crushed our opponent. As soon as we got the ball, I would either roof their spikes or their spikes were so anemic that one of our girls could dig it and then I would hammer it for the kill. It was over in an hour. Of course, Coach Costello was not pleased at the overall level of our play. But the problem wasn't a lack of effort; it was a shortage of talent. Wednesday, he got the bright idea of making us try to dig his own spikes. He was a below average player in world level terms while I was average for a female on a world level. So I didn't have THAT much trouble setting his spikes, but the other girls couldn't even handle mine, much less his. When my turn came again, he spiked it and I did a spinning back heel kick that sent the ball rebounding hard off of the wall above the bleachers. If he was going to do something clownish so was I. He couldn't believe that I just did that, so he drilled the ball at me again and I cannonaded it off the wall once more. He had me stand in yet again and this time aimed at my head. I got an overhand set on it and then bicycle kicked it over the net and into the back corner. My teammates were hooting and hollering.

"How in the hell do you do that when the other girls can barely get even an arm on my spikes?" he admired. "First, coach, you're not a world class athlete, but I am. Secondly, I have a black belt in Jeet Kune Do. I know how to hit things." "I guess." "I just want to say, though, coach,  that if you got a world class male player in here, I wouldn't have a hope in hell of duplicating any of that." "Well, on that note, hit the showers girls and see you tomorrow!"

I stayed out of school Thursday to take my driving test for my license and passed. I drove Mary's car for the examination. Then we went to a dealership and I bought my own ride. Friday, I got insurance for it after school, though I had to skip most of practice to do that, and I was good to go. Now I could get stuck in traffic like everyone else.

I went to a party that night, but got bored and left only a couple of hours in. But Saturday, things were a lot more interesting. Dave's team was  playing Cal State Long Beach. He left tickets for me, though I only went by myself in a strappy white mesh one piece dress and white heels. Dave smiled at me when he saw me about 15 rows up behind his squad's bench. The arena was maybe half full. He played forward for my high school, but was a guard for his college outfit. Since he was a freshman, he only played for about five minutes. Just before tip off, this black guy sat next to me and, within a couple minutes, hit on me. He was in his mid 20-'s, about 6'3", athletic looking and dressed in a neat longsleeve shirt and brown dress pants. He suddenly turned to me and asked who I was there to see. He said that he he had a younger brother who was a  senior small forward on the CSULB contngent. The "little" brother was three inches taller than him. He also claimed to have played some college ball himself. He asked me to tell  him about myself. "I'm a junior in high school and play on our volleyball squad," I averred. He bought me a coke and the conversation continued for a while. He slowly moved the topic of discussion to sex. I knew what he was doing. This guy was smooth.

He asked if I had a boyfriend and what I like in men. Now one thing that signaled this guy had his pro player card was that he held my interest without once giving me a compliment.That already made him different from all the white guys who hit on me, who use compliments as their opening gambit, which only makes them sound like they're trying too hard. As the match was winding down, he abruptly put his mouth next to my ear and uttered, "You look like you'd want some black dick." I giggled and countered that I'd had worse offers. Then I added, "You know I'm only 16, right?" He whispered, "If you're old enough to breed you're old enough to be on my dick," he insisted with a wicked grin. Dave turned around on the bench and made eye contact with me and I waved to him. Now I could have slapped the guy for what he said, but it made me wet instead. "Come on baby, let's go beat the traffic over to my place," he commanded. He grabbed my hand and we walked out of the arena. "I only live a few blocks from here," he stated. "So let's take your car there " I consented to that and, a few minutes later, I pulled up to a home in an apparently okay neighborhood.

We went in and I called Mary to let her know where I was. After I hung up, he stood right in front of me and pulled my hips toward him. I gazed up at him and he laid a series of slow, lingering kisses on me. He wrapped me up in his arms and the kissing became more heated, but on a simmer rather than a full boil. He squeezed my ass both over and under my panties before pulling the straps of my dress off my arms and then taking the entire dress down to the floor, leaving me in my underwear. He resumed kissing me as he unhooked my bra and helped me out of it, My DD cups popping out in front of him. "Shit, those are some bangin' titties!" he praised. I giggled and started unbuttoning his shirt. He played with my breasts while I opened the shirt. He allowed it to drop off of his body and we exchanged more kisses while he fondled my gazongas some more, his big hands rubbing and stiffening my nipples. He had a really nice body! I unclasped his pants and pulled them open. There was a huge bulge in his briefs and I hurriedly slid them and his pants down to see his cock. It was long, around ten inches, heavy because of its full thickness, and hard.

I couldn't wait to  get my mouth on it and folded my knees to effect that. "Lick those balls, bitch," he urged. I turned my head under his schlong and the tip of my tongue skated over the skin of his sack while I stroked his dangerous dangler. I drove the tongue up the bottom of his shaft and then opened my mouth as widely as I could to usher his cockhead into it. I gently tugged on the loose skin around his balls while my lips eased as far down as they could on his enormous fuckstick. I nodded my head back and forth in increasingly rapid increments, endeavoring to get the whole thing into my throat, but gagging on the last inch or so and emitting thick ropes of spit on each outstroke. "Fuck, you really know how to take care of some cock," he praised. On and on my attempt to trip his trigger went and then it happened, as his flesh bazooka blasted cum rockets into my mouth. And that was just the beginning.