Page 5 of First Time Coach

“Detention?” she asks. “For what?”

“Abuse of school property,” I reply firmly, my eyes fixed on her. God, she’s beautiful. “The way you slammed your locker.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“And you?” I growl. “What the fuck was that with Trent back there? You’re going to be what…his date to the game tonight?”

“I don’t know,” she replies as her cheeks go pink. “Brenda just sort of set it up this summer…”

“Well you can forget it,” I tell her, trying to keep it cool. I can’t go losing my temper before the game. “You won’t be going to the game.”

“I—I have to go to the game,” she replies. What is she talking about? She can’t possibly have feelings for this guy, can she? The smirk on Trent’s face made me want to make him run drills until his legs fell off. Prick’s probably used to all the girls in school throwing themselves at him. If there’s any guy on Earth who knows what it’s like to have girls like you because you’re an athlete, it’s me.

She’s killing me with this outfit. It’s hugging her curves so tight that I can tell she’s not wearing any panties. Instantly I start to picture what’s underneath. Does she shave? Trim? Wax?

“Why do you have to go?” I ask her. “Worried about upsetting Trent?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “I don’t even like him, Dirk! He’s an asshole!”

My anger begins to dissipate. Thank God.

“But…it’s the game,” she continues. “You kind of have to go, ya know?”

She has a point. It’s a big event for the start of school, and while it’s not an official game, it sets the tone for the rest of the season.

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“And I don’t like the way she was looking at you,” she replies, catching me off guard. “You know. Miss Melons?”

I burst out laughing. I hadn’t heard that nickname before, but it makes sense; Miss Henderson does have some melons – ridiculously huge ones that I can’t believe haven’t gotten her fired by now. It’s obvious what kind of woman she is, and I don’t want anything to do with her. Seeing Daisy’s jealousy turns me on even harder, and I feel a fresh shot of blood to my already swollen cock.

I move right in on her, remembering her warmth and her scent from last night. When I get close, her perfume fills my nose, igniting my senses. Her lips are plump and ready, innocent like the pussy under her skirt. She has complete control over me. I’m lusting for her like I’ve never lusted for any girl. I want her so badly it almost hurts.

“That fake-boobed tramp has nothing on you,” I tell her, watching her sweet eyes come alive. “You’re a goddess, and you need a real man to treat you like one.”

“Dirk—”

My lips press against hers and the world seems to shake. This is so wrong; I’m kissing a student in my office on my first day of school. But at the same time, it’s so right.

I devour her with my kiss as my lust flows through me. As I pictured doing last night, I grip her tiny waist with my strong hands and pull her to me. Her legs spread to accept my bulge. I press it against her to remind her of what she’s doing to me—just like what she did last night.

I want to take her right here and now, claim her cherry and stretch her tight little unclaimed pussy to my fit. But that wouldn’t be right. She’s a virgin and deserves something special for her first time, not being bent over my desk for a fucking quickie. But I still need to have her, and I’ll be damned i

f I let her go without giving her something.

“Last night was the best night of my life,” I tell her as I break our embrace. “My whole fucking world changed when I set eyes on you.”

“Dirk, I—”

But Daisy doesn’t get a chance to finish. Roughly, I spin her around and bend her over my desk. In a flash, I have the hem of her skirt in my hands. I pull it up, exposing the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs. It catches around her wide, nubile hips, causing me to smile like a man possessed. Because that’s what I am.

When the fabric finally releases and slips up and reveals her ass, I almost bust in my pants. Yup, no panties.

Her hip-to-waist ratio is mind-numbing. With my hand on the small of her back, I press her down on my desk, causing papers and folders to spill everywhere. I grab both of her cheeks and spread her open, giving me a view of her sweet peach, dripping with anticipation.

There’s a bit of trimmed hair there, and I dive right in, smothering my face between her ass and thighs. She gasps as I stretch out my tongue and drag it deeply up the sweet slit of her virgin cunt, coating my lips and chin and cheeks with her juices. I’m in fucking Heaven.

I go deeper between her legs and find her clit with my tongue. My cock is raging beneath my pants, and I know I’ll have to take care of that later, but right now I need to make her come. I need to show her that she’s mine and that I own her. Then, later, she’ll be ready to take all of me.

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