Page 9 of First Time Coach

“No. I’m not God, baby. Call me Coach.”

He presses the tip of his cock against my hole and I brace myself and look up at him. Yeah, this is going to happen. I know it’s going to hurt, but I’m ready for it. In fact, I’m dying for it.

I feel myself start to open and stretch as he presses inside me, and realize that I’m about to lose my virginity. But as I wrap my arms around him and take a deep breath, the doorbell blares, shattering the moment. I jump, like a bucket of ice water was just thrown on me while I was in the shower.

“What the fuck?” Coach growls, glancing behind him in the direction of the door.

“Were you…expecting someone?” I ask hesitantly. My thoughts instantly go to my parents and my heart skips several beats. I can’t even imagine what would happen to the both of us if they found me here.

“No,” he replies. “Maybe it’s a missionary or something.”

“At this time of night?”

The doorbell blares again. Coach growls and gets off of me, grabs a pair of sweatpants from the closet and steps into them. He ties them tight, doing his best to hide the massive hard-on, and slides into a tank top.

“Stay here,” he tells me firmly as he heads for the door.

“Coach, wait—”

“I’ll be right back,” he says. “Just stay here.”

He leaves the room and closes the door behind him. I don’t know what to do, so I quickly pull my pants back on and pull my hoody down. If it somehow is my parents, maybe I can come up with a story about why I’m in Coach’s bedroom at this time of night and why I snuck out…

No. That’s not going to happen. If it’s either of them, I’m fucked. I listen and hear the faint sound of the front door opening, followed by voices. One of them is Coach’s, but the other one is too soft to make out. It sounds like a woman’s though.

My mom? My heart leaps at the thought, but when I don’t hear the sound of angry footsteps racing toward the bedroom, I start to calm down a little. But if it’s not my mom, who could it be?

A flood of jealousy ripples through me as I go over the possibilities. Another girl from school? Another woman? Miss Melons!? My hands go tight around the blankets as I think about that big, fake-boobed slut coming and knocking on Coach’s door at night. But surely he’d get rid of her immediately. I can still hear him talking to whoever it is.

Carefully and quietly, I get up out of bed and creep to the door. I press my head against it and try to hear the conversation. It’s muffled, but I managed to make out a bit.

“…be here!...can’t right now.”

It’

s Coach’s voice, and he sounds distraught. I want to tear the door open and see what’s going on, but he’d told me to stay put.

“I’m sorry if I upset you,” the woman says. “…just needed…you…”

Needed you!? Fresh anger pours through me. I hear the front door close, followed by the door to another room in the house opening and closing, and race back to the bed. Coach comes back in, trying to hide the fact that he’s totally pissed off.

“You have to go,” he tells me flatly. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you home.”

“But, Coach—”

“Now,” he tells me “I’ll explain in the truck. Come on.”

6

Daisy

I’m watching my cereal go soggy when my mom comes downstairs.

“Geez, what happened to you?” she asks. I look up and brush my hair out of my face. I’ve done my best to not look like a complete wreck this morning, but I obviously failed.

“Huh? What?”

“You look like you were up all night,” she smiles. Shit.

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