Page 7 of First Time Coach

“Get your ass out here!”

I hear whispers from inside, then Trent emerges looking slightly timid. He knows he’s been caught, and as I’m his new coach, doesn’t know whether he should be worried or not.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.

“Uh…getting ready to go home?”

“Bullshit,” I growl. “You’re running laps.”

He opens his mouth like he’s ready to tell me to fuck off, but sees my expression and thinks better of it.

“Laps, coach?”

“That’s right,” I tell him. “You were slow out there on the field today. We barely won. I want ten laps before you head home.”

“Coach, that’s not fair—”

“Don’t argue with me,” I tell him. He hangs his head and starts to head back into the locker room. “Oh, and clean up that mouth of yours,” I add. “Who do you think you are? Donald Trump?”

My phone vibrates in my hand and I turn away from him and head outside to my truck. I check and see a text from Daisy:

It’s okay. Tomorrow ;)

Tomorrow…No. I know I won’t be able to wait until tomorrow. My dick is aching for her as I drive back to my apartment. But when I get home, I just park on the street and sit there with the engine running. I’m only five minutes from her house. I know I shouldn’t do what I want to do next, but I can’t help myself. I text her again:

Are your parents in bed?

It only takes thirty seconds for her to respond, but it feels like an eternity.

Yes. I can hear them talking tho…

I write back.

In ten minutes, sneak out and come to the end of the block. I’ll be waiting.

I throw the truck into gear and head for her house. I get another text on the way.

You’re crazy…

I grin as I park in the shadow of a tree.

About you.

I can see her house from where I’m parked. The light in Pete and Charlotte’s room is off, but Daisy’s is still on. For a quick second, I see her silhouette in the window and feel my dick throb between my thighs. Then her light goes off and I wait. A car passes, and I turn my face away just in case it’s someone who knows me and Daisy. A faculty from her school sitting outside her house at night is not a good look. I watch the taillights disappear down the street, and then I see her.

Daisy, with a hoody on, walking quickly up the sidewalk towards me. I feel a rush of excitement as I turn off the dome light and open the door for her.

“Hey!” she whispers as she slides in beside me. The scent of her is like a drug to me, and I’m instantly lightheaded. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

“Come here,” I growl. I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her to me. My lips find hers and my world explodes. My cock goes full-mast beneath my pants and I quickly slide a hand under her sweatshirt. She isn’t wearing anything underneath and I cup her warm, full breast, causing her to let out a tiny moan and arch her back like a goddess—a virgin, teenage goddess that I’m going to claim tonight.

Breaking our embrace is close to impossible, but I have to do it. We can’t stay here making out in her neighborhood. I place a hand on her thigh and squeeze as I pull away and head for my house.

“I can’t believe you gave me detention,” she says with a smile as I drive.

“I had to,” I reply. “There’s no way I’m letting that Trent bastard anywhere near you.”

“What an abuse of power,” she teases as she runs a hand up my thigh. “Imagine what the parents would say.”

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