Page 4 of First Time Coach

Miss Henderson, aka Miss Melons on account of the ridiculously huge fake tits she got last year, works at the front desk and has already fucked three married men whose kids go to the school, that I know of. She’s an insufferable flirt and I can’t figure out why she hasn’t been fired yet. Probably sleeping with the principal.

She’s brought her A-game today, and is leaning against the lockers with her masqueraded eyes on Dirk, her arms crossed in front of her, accentuating her cleavage. I can tell she got lip injections over the summer and wish I could go over there and punch her right in the mouth. That would make them even bigger for her.

I slam my locker shut hard, and walk up the hall toward them. They’re standing by the water fountain, and I make an obvious show of bending down to take a drink, making sure to point my ass right at her. She stops whatever she was saying and I smile to myself, knowing that any second from now, Dirk is going to turn and see me.

“So, yeah…” she says slowly. “After the game some of the staff are going out for drinks. You should come so we can welcome you to the area!”

My chest goes tight. Could she be more obvious?

“Thanks, but I’ll probably be pretty tired after the game,” Dirk replies, making me smile. Yeah, take that, bitch!

Miss Henderson is like the adult woman version of Trent; all the guys love her (even the high schoolers), and she walks around with an arrogance that makes me want to vomit. Just listening to her little flirtatious voice and school-girl giggles makes me roll my eyes with disgust. Could she really think such stereotypical tactics could work on a man like Dirk?

No, he wants me. I knew it from the moment I saw the look in his eyes last night and the way he moved right in like he owned me. Aside from the recent attention I’ve been getting from Trent, which I think has more to do with him just wanting to up the number of girls he’s had than actually wanting to get to know me, I’ve never really had any guys go after me. But last night, the most gorgeous man on Earth came after me.

There’s a feeling deep down inside me that I know is more than just teenage hormones or a harmless crush. I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight, but I know that I’m feeling it. When I walked into the bathroom and saw him standing there, naked, and watched his cock grow at the sight of me, a part of me came alive that I never even knew existed.

I would have let him take me right then and there with my parents outside if my dad hadn’t called out and interrupted us. I would have gone from a complete innocent to his dirty little slut in the blink of an eye. I would have done anything he told me to, and I still will.

“Hey, Daisy.”

Trent’s voice chatters up my spine like a serrated knife on the edge of a can. I straighten up and turn to see him eyeing me like a hungry dog eyes a piece of meat. “So, coming to the game tonight?”

He makes no attempt to hide the fact that he’s checking out my tits, which have grown at least a cup size since Junior year. If it was Dirk looking at me, I wouldn’t have minded at all—in fact, I would have relished it. But it’s not. Dirk’s behind me, being hit on by Miss Melons.

“Uh, yeah…I was thinking—”

“Hey, Ainsley! What are you doing? Get to the locker rooms and suit up!”

I whirl to see Dirk standing behind me, his eyes fiery, glaring at Trent like he’s about to tear him to pieces. He looks at me like I’ve done something wrong too. I want to protest, tell him that Trent came to talk to me, but what can I say at a time like this without blowing everything?

Shit!

“Uh, sorry, coach!” Trent replies, clearly not concerned about being chewed out. He looks at me. “So, I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, I guess…”

I don’t know why I say it. Maybe because I don’t know what else to say. Trent apparently doesn’t notice the hesitation in my voice, and just smiles before turning to go.

“No, she won’t see you there, Ainsley,” Dirk barks, causing Trent to turn around. “Because she’ll be in detention.”

“Detention—?” I start to say, but am cut off when Dirk grabs me gruffly by the arm and pulls me down the hall toward his office.

3

Coach

I’m steaming as I pull Daisy into my office and slam the door. Before being accosted by Miss Henderson, I’d passed the team in the halls and had to listen to them discussing my sweet girl.

“Yeah, she’s a virgin, all right. I’d love to pop that cherry.”

“You see those tits she sprouted over the summer? I’d slide my dick between those babies and bust!”

“I bet she’s never even sucked a dick. I’d teach her how.”

I’d been barely able to contain myself. They’ll be doing extra laps next practice, that’s for damn sure.

I turn around to face Daisy and my mouth instantly starts to water and my pants go tight in the crotch. She’s wearing a black skirt that’s barely regulation, stopping right at her knees, and a loose, pink shirt that’s wide-necked and hangs like a t-shirt but shows off an inch of her midriff. She reminds me almost of a Japanese school girl.

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