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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood - Johanna's Night
Part: 1
Summary: Things quickly get out of hand for hot, young Coach Johanna
when has to sponsor an overnight trip for the boys' swim team all by
herself.
Keywords: m+F
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   Johanna yawned and closed her eyes.  Then she snapped them open again.
She had been fighting the rolling motion of the bus for the last hundred
miles.  She sat up straighter and refocused on the road just in time to see
another exit fly by.
   **Too many roads**, she thought.
   Around her hometown in Sweden, every road had a purpose.  They meandered
over hill and valley connecting townships and villages like a delicate
spider's web.  American roads were more like a plague.  Block after block
of pavement overran the big cities while multi-lane monstrosities were
stamped into the countryside.
   And every town, no matter how small boasted at least three exits. 
That's what confounded Johanna the most: the exact same exit ramp repeating
every few miles even in places that appeared uninhabited.  It was no wonder
she had gotten lost looking for I65.
   **There are 50 states.  Why do they need 65 interstate highways?
   Americans sure loved to drive; an affection which seemed only to be
matched by their love of fast food.  Johanna had long ago lost count of the
drive-through restaurants.  And forget about originality.  Every exit was
identical right down to the gas station and McDonalds.  Who wouldn't get
lost around here?  And who wouldn't start dozing after a while?  It's a
wonder people didn't crash more often just to break up the boredom.
   The next exit had a billboard advertising a comfy hotel bed.  She was
tempted by it, but Coach Ron had explicitly told her not to stop until they
reached Memphis.  And she didn't want to screw up again.
   A roar erupted from the cabin behind her.  The sun had set long ago and
night was at hand, but the boys were by no means settling down.  Having
napped on the long drive, most were ready for a change of scenery.  They
took turns playing a sports game on the giant TV that hung in the cabin of
the coach bus.  But even video games couldn't keep them occupied forever.
   Johanna yawned again but managed to keep her eyes open this time.  She
was rewarded with a welcome sight.  The bridge, a tiny speck on the horizon
at first, loomed larger with every passing second.  Johanna heaved a sigh
of relief.  In this repetitive and interminable landscape, the Mississippi
river was one landmark she could not overlook.  It may not be Indianapolis,
but at least she had gotten them to Memphis in one piece.  For her, that
was an accomplishment.
   Crossing the bridge into Tennessee, she followed the main artery south
and started looking at hotels along the river.  The brands were foreign to
her, and she could only guess about their quality or value.  They came upon
a particularly fancy cluster of hotels built near an upscale entertainment
district.  Knowing Coach Ron would want her to focus on comfort more than
thrift, she picked the nicest looking among them and turned in.
   Drawn by fresh open air, the boys nearly beat her off the bus.  They
headed across the street to look at the river while Johanna was checking
in.
   "Miss, you can't park that here" said a young man in a maroon suit who
had come up to meet her.  It took her a moment to realize she was talking
to a valet service.  Johanna dug into her pockets and found a single twenty
dollar bill; all that remained of her personal cash.  The valet took it
happily and left to park the bus.  He was gone before she thought to ask
for a receipt; another of Coach Ron's instructions broken.
   A black doorman in matching maroon greeted her kindly at the entrance
and held the door for her.  She barely understood his thick welcome. 
Southerners were so hard to understand sometimes.  Johanna had enough
trouble with the Queen's English without drawls and accents thrown in.  At
least she had found hospitality was never in short supply in the south;
especially for a cute, blond haired, blue eyed girl.  She usually got along
fine by flashing a warm smile and nodding hopefully.
   At the front desk, she struggled to keep from yawning as they listed the
room options.  Working out the math was no small feat in her sleep-deprived
state.
   **Let's see.  The penthouse sleeps 8, so I can keep an eye on 7 of them,
at least.  The two "indulgence" suites sleep 6 apiece.  The last four boys
will have to make do in single-king rooms.
   It didn't register in her tired brain until much later that, although it
accommodated 8 people, the penthouse only had 4 beds.  Fortunately, it
turns out Johanna had nothing to worry about.  Her generous boys were more
than willing to share theirs with her.  Corralling the team turned out
easier than anticipated.  Once word got out that there were luxury suites
up for grabs, the boys came running.
   Before she rode the elevator up to the top floor, Johanna needed to
retrieve a few things from the bus.  Over her one-piece swimsuit, she had
worn comfortable coaching clothes.  A white tank-top and lightweight red
track shorts sported her team colors, and a red windbreaker style jacket
with the Thornwood mascot on the back completed her outfit.
   She retrieved the jacket, which she had taken off while driving, along
with a clipboard where she had scribbled some of Coach Ron's instructions
into a makeshift to-do list.  She also grabbed a road map to study
overnight.  The girls were already in Indy.  Her boss would never forgive
her if the boys got lost again.
   She yawned several times during the long elevator ride to the penthouse.
She was already dreaming of a nice, comfy bed.  But her checklist was long;
starting with the unenviable task of convincing 23 restless boys to settle
down and go to sleep.
   But restless turned out to be an understatement.  In short, there was a
party in full swing in the penthouse suite.  At least it sounded like a
party from behind the door.  The boys had used their head start well.  She
had to knock loudly several times before someone answered.
   "Welcome to Thornwood Crib, Coach!" one of the boys handed her a beer
and walked away.
   Johanna was a little shocked as she entered the luxurious suite.  The
place was bigger than her boyfriend's apartment in Zurich.  Well,
ex-boyfriend, actually.  He broke up with her when she moved to America.
   She sat the beer down and started to explore.  Several boys were
watching a loud action movie on the projector screen in the theater-style
living room.  Explosions boomed around the room and shook the walls.
   Down the hallway was a lounge and bar area.  Sporting events blared from
several more TVs.  One of her team captains, Alex, was standing behind the
bar mixing Jack and soda for the other boys.  She counted ten empty beer
bottles.  Two more bottles of Champaign appeared to have been popped and
sprayed around the room just for fun.  Being a foreigner, Johanna didn't
know about Tennessee's minimum legal drinking age.  Even the oldest among
them would not be 21 for two more years.
   Through another hallway she found the largest group of boys.  They were
outside on the huge rooftop balcony enjoying the panoramic view of the
river from horizon to horizon.  A surround sound stereo was thumping out
music and everyone was having a good time.
   Several boys were hanging out in the hot tub; including another captain
named Tyler.  When he saw her, he stood up in greeting.
   "Care to join us, Coach?  There's plenty of room."
   Johanna started to turn away then did a double-take.  Tyler was naked
and standing without the slightest hint of shame.  In fact, his pose
intentionally emphasized his impressive anatomy.  His prick was standing a
half-mast giving a nice glimpse of his smooth, heavy balls underneath.
   Johanna quickly declined his offer and turned away to hide her blush.
   No matter how many times she saw one of them naked, it still affected
her.  How could it not?  She worked literally in a room where a bunch of
teenage studs got naked on a daily basis.
   For a while they had used towels to cover up when walking to and from
the shower area or changing.  But as they adjusted to her presence, more
gave up that practice and just went around buck naked.  Johanna tried to
act casual and not look at them.  But sometimes she couldn't help but sneak
a peek.  She didn't even have an office like Coach Ron; just a desk at one
end of the room with the showers beyond.  Every day she saw their cute
butts as they walked to the showers and everything else as they walked
back.
   She would stare at the wood grain of her desk and battle the temptation
to look up.  It was a fight she usually lost.  The sight of those dangling
cocks and swinging balls was just too enticing.  Johanna always waited
until long after the boys had gone home to shower and change.  And more
than once, she had been so worked up that she took care of herself right
there in the locker room.
   Heading back inside the suite, she returned to the living room just in
time to hear a knock at the door.  It was hotel security.
   "Good evening ma'am.  Are you Johanna Paerson?"
   "Good evening, sir.  I am Johanna.  Something is wrong?"
   He looked over her shoulder into the room.  "There have been reports of
a loud party up here.  This is your only warning.  If we get any more noise
complaints, I'm afraid we must ask your group to leave the premises."
   Johanna apologized profusely and promised to cause no more trouble. 
Though as one sponsor over 23 boys spread out over 7 rooms, she didn't know
how she was going to ensure peace and quiet.  Breaking up the party in the
penthouse would be a good start.  She went around shutting down the
entertainment and sending the boys off with stern warnings to keep the
noise down.
   "It is now 10:00.  I come to check rooms fifteen minutes.  Then all to
go in bed, ok?"
   The boys had mostly learned to interpret her broken English and nodded
that they understood.  When they had dispersed to their various hotel
rooms, the penthouse got much quieter.  Johanna decided to use the down
time before room check to study the roadmap for tomorrow's journey.  She
retired to the lounge, sat on one of the bar stools, and unfolded the
map...and promptly fell asleep...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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