Page 65 of Teaching the Kot'oll Coach

Winnie seems to be happy. She is chatting with other teaching staff while a few males help me with putting the equipment away.

It is a great session of floatball. I hope everyone had fun.

I wanted to chase and play with everyone, but I’d probably ruin it for them. It took me a while to get used to bumping into beings and things when I play, so I don’t expect them to enjoy that out of the gate.

I pick up one of the buckets with bats, heading to the storage room while a few drive the gaming ships back to the room from the other side.

It has been a while since I got to play a bit, though, which is more than what I expected. Maybe even the principal can have good ideas at times.

After we pick up everything, I lock the door of the warehouse. It stores sportswear, so there are only two keys, one with me and one with the principal, in case I call in sick from work.

I take a step back and watch the warehouse. Just the look of it still sends my heart racing and my arms jittering for some action.

Anyway, that is it for today. It is getting dark here already, and we can’t be playing sports that include a quickly flying ball.

I blow the whistle. “Everyone, thank you for being here. We should get going so the guards can lock the door to the school.”

We pick up our things from the benches and head to the door. Winnie is by my side once again. She is staring at the ground, though. Maybe she still doesn’t want to talk to me.

But we’ve been fine earlier in the day and during the practice...

She turns to me. “Hey... How are you?”

“Good? That should be my question for you.”

She puts up a smile, which... either she’s tired from floatball, or she’s tired of me. I still think I’m a pretty cool male, but maybe she disagrees. “I’m hungry.”

My cock twitches even though I know she means dinner. “We had a good day of floatball.”

She nods, covering her mouth as she yawns. “We did.”

I wriggle my toes as we walk. It feels like the air is freezing around us and I hate it.

The school gate is a few minutes from us. We should decide where to go soon. The others are around, everyone making their way to the parking lot or somewhere. But I don’t know where I’m going.

Maybe I should ask if Winnie wants dinner together. I still want to talk to her, and I doubt there’ll be a better chance later. “So... Do you have plans?”

“For the evening?”

“Yes.”

She tilts her head to the side and eyes me up and down. “Are you ready to buy me tacos?”

“You’re still thinking about that, huh? From the morning?”

She shrugs. “I scored a point. You didn’t.”

I blink. I didn’t because I didn’t even try, wanting to give others the chance. “You weren’t even looking at the ball.”

“That means I’m even better than you imagined.”

Um... At a glance, that seems to make sense. “But you lucked it.”

“So, do you not count that as a goal in a competition if there’s luck involved?”

I scratch my head. I guess... “Fine, I suppose you did earn a point.”

“And the winner gets tacos.”

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