Page 14 of First Time Coach

A glowing warmth spreads through me like a bubbling wave. I want to moan and cry out his name, but my parents are out back, so I grab a pillow and smother my face with it as I come. Coach! Coach! Coach!

My wetness coats my hand as my hips rock and my body quivers. I wish he could be here to see me aching for his attention. Brenda’s right; he’s an older man, which is so hot, and the fact that he’s off-limits makes it even hotter. I’m not a rule breaker, but I know now that I’ll do anything for him.

As I come down, I push my pillow aside and take a deep breath. My orgasm rocked me, but like an appetizer before a meal, it’s left me yearning for more. I hear my parents come in the back door and quickly get dressed as I hear my dad’s steps coming upstairs.

Not now, I groan as I pull on a sweatshirt. There’s a knock on my door.

“Daisy?”

“Yeah, dad!” I reply, hoping he doesn’t want to come in and chat.

“We’re having a guest for dinner tonight. I just thought you should know.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “Who is it?”

“Coach Irons,” he replies. “He’ll be over in an hour!”

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I can’t keep my eyes off her. Daisy’s beauty and innocence has me completely captivated. It’s the reason I’m over here tonight. I basically invited myself by giving Pete some sob story about being lonely over here in America after my move. That’s a whole lot better of an explanation than,

“Yeah, I wanna bone your hot-ass daughter until she forgets her own name.”

I’m doing everything I can to keep my dick from getting completely hard as we sit out back at the patio table. Daisy knew I was coming; that much is obvious. She’s wearing a pair of short-shorts that I’m surprised Pete let her wear—the athletic kind with the white piping around the edges. She has to keep picking them out of her tight little ass every time she shifts or gets up from her chair.

She’s wearing a baby-blue halter top too. When I first showed up, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Pete called her out back and I heard him hiss at her to go upstairs and put one on. She’s braided her hair too, in those two braids that go down the back and are nice and tight; they make me want to grab ahold of them while I drill her from behind. She’s an absolute fucking teenage goddess and I want to skip dinner completely and devour her.

“So how are they treating you?” Charlotte asks, snapping me out of my trance.

“Huh?”

“The kids,” she smiles. “How are they treating you?”

“Oh, they’re fine. Nothing I can’t handle,” I reply. “Couple of cocky little shits, but that’s to be expected.“

“We probably were when we were their age, too,” Pete adds. “And uh…have you met Miss Henderson yet?”

I see Daisy go visibly tense across the table at the mention of Miss Melons’ name.

“Oh, we met,” I chuckle. Charlotte’s laughing too. “Not very subtle, is she?”

“If she was, she wouldn’t have double-Es would she?” Charlotte laughs.

Daisy is frown-laughing; she doesn’t want to hear about Miss Melons, and I don’t blame her. Just thinking about Trent’s sleazy eyes on her, or thinking back to the things I heard him say about her, fills me with rage.

“Oh, look at that,” Pete says. “We’re out of wine.”

He lifts the bottle and turns it upside down, letting a few drops spill out.

“I’ll get some more,” I say quickly. I don’t want to leave Daisy, but at the same time, it’s torture having her right in front of me and not being able to do anything.

“No, no,” Charlotte says quickly, getting up from her seat. “You are our guest and I’m still good to drive. I’ll go.”

“Which means I have to go too,” Pete grumbles as he gets up.

“Why? Don’t trust your wife to replace the wine?” Charlotte asks.

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