Page 12 of First Time Coach

Miss Rain? That’s kind of hot…

“Sorry…I was just in a hurry to get to class,” I reply. Then, lowering my voice. “Trent was bothering me again.”

“That little prick,” he mutters. “I’ll make him run laps until his fucking legs fall off!”

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Don’t worry about him. He’s got nothing on you.”

Coach turns his eyes to me and I’m instantly reminded that I belong to him. It warms my heart and I cross my legs as I feel myself starting to get aroused.

“I need to see you tonight,” he tells me. “But I have practice. Can you sneak out again?”

I shake my head. “My parents are doing a Netflix marathon of Better Call Saul tonight. There’s no way.”

“Shit,” he curses, biting his lip. “All right. I’ll figure something out.”

“What?” I ask him.

He leans closer, but not too close to arouse suspicion. I can feel the heat from his body and smell his scent. All I can think about is the tip of his dick pressed against my hole last night and just how close I was to finally being his.

“Don’t worry,” he replies with a smirk. “I’ll make it happen. I’ll see you tonight.”

I know he’d kiss me if he could, and I almost just want to say fuck it and kiss him. But he walks away quickly, as though he knows that if he stays too much longer something bad is going to happen. As I watch him go, I can’t help but think about what my mom said to me back at the house. Am I really falling in love?

7

Daisy

The rest of the day seems to crawl by. Every thirty seconds I’m glancing at the door to see if I can spot Coach walking by. Between classes, I’m walking aimlessly around the halls, hoping to run into him. At lunch, I can barely concentrate on what the girls are saying. Their gossip seems so…juvenile now. But I am glowing now – glowing with the amazing secret that is my relationship with Coach.

Relationship, I think as I ignore Brenda going on about which one of the soccer guys, besides Trent, is the hottest. It’s crazy that the word “relationship” just popped into my head like that. I guess it just felt right, despite the fact that I’ve only known Coach for two days. Everything just feels so natural with him though. I trust it in a way I’ve never trusted anything. Just as I’m starting to daydream about his strong, rough hands and chiseled jaw, Brenda says something that snaps me back to reality.

“So, if he’s not a sex offender, why’d he come to the United States then?”

“Maybe he just wanted a change,” Aubrey suggests with a shrug.

“Maybe he didn’t want to live in Middle Earth,” I reply, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

“Oh, that’s where they filmed that geeky movie with the orcs and goblins,” Brenda laughs.

“Lord of the Rings,” Aubrey says.

“Maybe he just wanted a new job,” I suggest. “New Zealand’s small. Maybe he wanted to see the world.”

Brenda thinks for a second then shakes her head. “No, I like the sex offender idea better.”

“Would you stop that?!” I snip, getting angry. “You can’t just go around spreading rumors about a guy like that!”

“Why not?” she asks. “What do you care? He’s not even your coach!”

Yes, he is…

“Just stop, Brenda!” I say, glaring daggers at her. “He’s friends with my dad, okay? My dad isn’t friends with sex offenders! I’ve had him over at my house for dinner!”

Brenda looks at me like I’m crazy, then a gleam enters her eye. “I get it. You wanna fuck him.”

I groan again as Aubrey laughs.

“She wants to fuck him!” Brenda giggles, pointing a finger at me. “Daisy wants Coach! Daisy wants Coach!”

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