Page 18 of First Time Coach

Brenda licks my palm to get me to let go. I do, but in the process, I smear her spit all over her face.

“Ew, bitch!”

“Not one word!” I repeat. “Or I will go take kung-fu lessons just so I can whoop your asses!”

“Okay, okay, relax,” Brenda laughs, proud that she figured out my secret. “But spill it. Give us the deets.”

“Did you guys do it yet?” Aubrey asks. “Like…it?”

“No, not yet,” I reply.

“Yet!?” Brenda laughs. “Holy shit! She’s gonna fuck Coach Irons!”

“Would you stop!?” I protest, trying not to smile. “It’s not…it’s not like that. I actually like him – like really like him, okay?”

“Oh, I bet a lot of other girls around here like him too,” Brenda jokes. “He’s a hottie. Undeniably.”

“Yes, but I like him, Brenda.” It feels strange to say like when describing Coach. It just doesn’t feel…strong enough. But saying the other word to my friends right now scares me. I don’t know why; it just does.

“Trent’s going to be so disappointed,” Brenda giggles.

“Trent can go fuck himself,” I scoff. “Like I care what that idiot thinks.”

“Idiot, huh?” I jump at the sound of Trent’s voice behind me. Shit. I turn slowly to see him standing there

with his arms crossed. He doesn’t look mad; he just looks amused, actually.

“That’s no way to talk about a guy behind his back.”

“Sorry, Trent…” I reply sheepishly. “I was just kidding.”

“No you weren’t, but that’s okay,” he shrugs. “The truth is, you’re really just not that hot. I just wanted to add another virgin pussy to my list, ya know?”

“Oh my God, Trent!” Aubrey gasps. “What the Hell?”

“Ainsley!” My whole body responds to the sound of Coach’s voice bellowing through the cafeteria with such volume that every conversation stops and all the students turn to look at him. He’s only about ten feet away from my table, and I can tell by his face that he just heard everything Trent said to me. If he wasn’t faculty, I have no doubt that he’d be stuffing Trent’s face up his own ass right now.

“Y—yeah, coach?”

“My office,” he growls. “Now.”

The whole cafeteria fills with laughter and whispers as Trent, doing his best to not look bothered, makes his way to the door. Coach catches my eye before he turns, and barely winks at me. I blush immediately and turn away. I can barely look at him without my whole body lighting on fire for him. If I stare for one more second, I’ll have to go to the bathroom with my toy for a little “me time.”

“Holy shit,” Brenda laughs under her breath. “He fucking loves you. I think he might actually kill Trent!”

I slump forward onto the table, a rush of emotions stirring within me.

“I can’t stand it anymore,” I groan. Might as well let it all out now; they already know the truth. “I’ve been trying to get fucked for a week now, but I just can’t! I don’t know what to do!”

“Sleep over at my house, tonight,” Aubrey suggests. I look up.

“Huh?”

“You wanna watch them fuck?” Brenda laughs.

“Say you’re sleeping over at my place,” Aubrey continues. “But go to his house. My parents won’t be home tonight; they’re going to Colorado.”

“Seriously?!” I ask, sitting up straight. “Don’t joke around, Aubrey. Seriously?”

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