Page 6 of First Time Coach

Daisy moans and pushes eagerly back against my face as I flatten my tongue against her pleasure button. My nose slides gently into her hole and I breath deep, letting her feminine scent wash over me. She truly is a goddess, an innocent, and I’m going to ruin her.

No one’s ever done this to her before, and that lights the fire inside me. I’m going to make her come on my tongue and then show her a whole new world, the thing she’s never done with anyone. I reach up under her t-shirt and slide my fingers underneath her bra.

Her nipples are hard, and I squeeze them, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She gasps as I squeeze her perfect, teenage tits in my rough hands and flick her clit, driving her faster and faster towards the edge. She tastes so fucking good. I know this won’t be enough to stave my hunger for her, but it will have to do for now.

“I—I think I’m close,” she whispers. Yes, you are, baby, I want to say back. But I don’t want to ruin her climax, so I keep my tongue where it is and let my lips twist into a smile as she rocks back against me and goes over the edge.

She slams a fist against my desk as her orgasm rocks her, then puts her fist into her mouth to keep her scream silent. My cock is absolutely killing me with desire to be inside her, but this is about her—not me.

Her whole body shakes and quivers against my face and I close my eyes and relish the sweet taste of her pussy and the warmth of her smooth ass and thighs. She’s mine now. Slowly, I back off, letting my tongue drag back up to her hole so I can taste her pussy’s cum, then give her a little bite on the ass that causes her to jump. She turns and brushes her hair from her face, looking flustered and almost stupefied.

“That’s the first time anyone’s done that to you, isn’t it?” I ask her. She can’t even speak, so she just nods. “I thought so. And there’s so much more where that came from. You can’t even imagine. Your mine now, aren’t you?”

Daisy nods, but that’s not enough for me. I take her by the chin and pull her eyes to mine.

“Aren’t you?”

“Y—yes…” she mutters, her body still quivering from the orgasm I gave her.

“Say it.”

Her eyes—not so innocent anymore—look back at me timidly. I let my lips brush up against hers and repeat myself.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Coach. I’m yours.”

4

Coach

I can barely keep my head in the game. I should be thinking about plays and breaking the other team’s defense, but all I can think about is her. I can still taste her on my lips as I watch the boys go up and down the field. The other team scores on us, but honestly, I don’t give a shit; it’s not even a real game, and choosing between Daisy and a high school soccer game is frankly no choice at all.

We tie it up, and I keep looking down at my watch. Detention will be over soon, which means Daisy will be going home and I can’t let that happen. I have to see her again tonight. I may not be all boned up as I watch from the sidelines, but I’m still on fire for her. Just thinking about her beautiful body, and my hands wrapped around her waist while I take her, has me in a state.

I watch as Trent makes a penalty kick and breathe a heavy sigh as the rest of the crowd goes nuts. We’re tied up now, which means the game’s going to last another half-hour. I groan. Thankfully, we win by one and don’t have to go into penalty kicks. I put on a show and cheer and clap with everyone else, but once the boys are headed for the showers, I’m racing back to the library, praying Daisy is still there. But when I stride through the doors, I see it’s empty. I missed it. Detention is over. Daisy is gone.

Fuck. I’m feeling hot-headed as I make my way back to my office to get my things. As I’m grabbing my bag, I glance down at my desk and see something that shouldn’t be there; it’s a scrap of folded up paper, and as I pick it up, I can smell a hint of Daisy’s perfume. Smiling, I unwrap it. It’s a note:

Sorry, I had to go. My dad picked me up. Text me?

Below was her number. I’m practically shaking as I enter it into my phone. I haven’t been this entranced by a girl since…well, since I was her age. I type a text as I leave the office.

ME: Sorry I missed you. Game went long.

I press send as I’m headed down the halls to the parking lot. As I pass the boys’ locker room, I hear Trent’s cocky little voice ring out.

“She didn’t stand me up, douche. She got detention. She’ll still be giving me that cherry, though.”

I start to see red. If Trent wasn’t a student, I’d be in there wiping the floor with his face. I heard Brad, our goalie, respond.

“I’d like to have a run on her when you’re done with her,” he laughs. “Sharing is caring, Trent.”

My knuckles go white around my cell phone. If I squeeze any harder, I’m sure I’ll crack the screen.

“Trent!” I roar, my voice echoing like thunder down the empty hall. The boys stop their chatter.

“Coach?” Trent replies.

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