Page 2 of First Time Coach

My pants are soaked too, but I see a pair of Pete’s athletic shorts lying on top of the laundry hamper, so rather than walk around with beer-crotch all night, I slide out of my pants and toss them into the tub. I’m reaching for the shorts when the bathroom door clicks and opens behind me.

“Occupied—!” I say as I glance over my shoulder, expecting to see Charlotte or Pete. Instead, I find myself staring at a gorgeous woman. Her green eyes seem to pierce right through me, framed by golden blonde curls and gorgeous cheekbones. Instantly, I’m hard as a rock as I drag my eyes helplessly up her bombshell curves. I expect her to jump, scream or turn around and run, but she doesn’t do any of those things; she just stands there with her eyes on me.

“Uh, sorry,” I say, glancing down at my dick that’s now standing out straight from my body like a flagpole. “I should have locked it.”

“That’s okay,” she says with a smile that makes my body course with heat. I can’t believe how fucking gorgeous she is, and that’s

coming from a guy who’s had every type of woman on Earth throwing themselves at him. Her frame is tiny, but I can see a set of perfect, plump tits doing their best to stretch the fabric of her sheer t-shirt, and the mouth-watering curve of an ass that you can see from the front.

Did a goddess just walk into the house? Charlotte had mentioned something about getting flowers for Daisy when she got home; maybe this is the delivery girl?

Her perfume wafts over me, hypnotizing me. It’s like there’s a gravitational pull between us and I feel myself stepping closer without even realizing it. To my surprise, she doesn’t back away. In fact, I see her eyes flick quickly down to my dick before returning to my eyes.

I step closer, closer, until I’m right up on her. Then I reach around her and close the bathroom door, sealing her inside with me. Her eyes are innocent, but burning with excitement as I lean in and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with her scent.

This is what’s been missing, I realize. The magic of this moment.

“Do you have any idea the things I want to do to you?” I ask softly, twisting one of her golden locks around my finger.

“I—”

“Hey, where’s that beer!?” I hear Pete call from outside.

“But I’m here for my buddy’s dinner party,” I tell her. “But do you have a card or something so I can get back in touch with you?”

The gorgeous girl giggles, leans in so our lips are almost touching, then pulls away. With another glance down at my throbbing arousal, she reaches behind her and opens the door.

“You better do something about that,” she says, curling her plump lips into a smile that makes my body ache for her. “Unless you want my dad to see you with a hard-on for his daughter.”

My whole body goes tense as she turns and leaves the bathroom.

Wait, what!? Daughter!?

“I’ll get it for you, dad!” I hear the girl’s voice call out from the hall.

“Sweetie, is that you!?” Charlotte all but screams from the back yard. The heat in my body spreads to my cheeks and I feel a dose of adrenaline like I would before a game. I turn and scramble for Pete’s shorts and step into them, lift my cock up into the waistband and tie it tight, doing my best to hide it. I can’t exactly jerk off in my buddy’s bathroom, and I can’t disappear for fifteen minutes while I wait for it to go down either.

Shit, this is going to be awkward.

It can’t possibly have been Daisy, though. This is a small town; maybe the flower-girl was just messing with me. She probably knows Pete and Charlotte and she’s pranking them. A girl like the one I just ran into couldn’t possibly have spent the Summer at softball camp…

I’m practically tripping over myself as I step out of the bathroom into the hall, just in time for the girl to pass me, a fresh beer in her hand. She glances over her shoulder at me on her way out, and glances down at my shorts.

“Good job.”

My eyes move to her ass as she walks in front of me—perfect, and I feel urges rise inside of me like I’ve never felt before.

The urge to breed.

Her hips move with baby-making perfection. Her blonde locks spill down across her delicate shoulders like she’s been painted by a master. My hands go tight as I think of them wrapping around her waist and pulling her down on top of me. Never in my life have I been this off balance. I feel like I’ve been hit by a meteor.

No. I don’t want to believe it. It can’t be Daisy…

But as we step outside together, Pete and Charlotte both leap from their seats, their eyes beaming.

“I’m back!” the girl exclaims. Charlotte throws her arms around her and my heart sinks; yup, it’s Daisy. The absolute goddess who’s just wrapped me around her finger is my buddy’s eighteen-year-old daughter.

“Hey, how about one for the old man?” Pete asks. Daisy lets go of her mom and throws her arms around her dad’s neck and holds him tight. I know he’s her father, and I know it’s a different kind of embrace than the one I want to give her, but I still feel a pang of jealousy in my chest.

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