Page 13 of First Time Coach

“Shhhh!” I hiss. “What are you, twelve?”

“Admit it!” Brenda laughs, continuing to taunt me. “Admit that you want him to bone you in the locker room!”

I’m so annoyed right now, but there’s no way I’m going to freak out on her in the middle of the cafeteria. So I go another route.

“You’re right,” I say simply. That shuts her up. “In fact, I actually almost did. Yesterday I bent over his desk and he ate my pussy. And then after the game, I snuck out, gave him road head, went over to his house and almost fucked him, but then his mom came over and I had to sneak out.”

Both of my friends just look at me for a long moment, then burst out laughing.

“Oh, Daisy,” Aubrey says, leaning her head on my shoulders. “You are too funny.”

“You know, if you weren’t such a fucking virgin, I might believe that,” Brenda replies with a chuckle. That seems to shut them both up about Coach for the time being, and I smile to myself, wondering what they would do if they actually knew the truth. Out of all of us, I’d be the last one to do anything like that.

The second half of the day drags by as slowly as the first. I do everything I can to run into Coach again, but the closest I get is a quick look as he’s on his way out to the fields.

“Come on, bitch!” Brenda calls out from her car. “Let’s go!”

I glance over my shoulder one last time to see if I can spot Coach, but he’s nowhere to be found. Twisting my lips in frustration, I get into Brenda’s car and she pulls off. For the first half of the drive, she’s uncharacteristically quiet. We just sort of listen to music until we’re almost to my house. But once we’re pulling onto my block, Brenda slows down and gives me a look.

“What?” I ask. She just sort of smiles at me, making me fidget in my seat. “What!?”

“You’ve got a thing for him.”

I feel a jolt in my chest. “Thing for who?”

But I can tell she already knows—either that or she has her suspicions. “Him. Coach Irons.”

“W—what?” I stammer, flustered, feeling my cheeks go red. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on, bitch,” she says flatly. “I know you. You’ve never reacted like that before when we were talking about him. You’ve got a crush on him!”

It’s a lot more than a crush, I want to say, but I don’t. Brenda may be one of my best friends, but she has a big mouth; if I admit to anything, it’ll be all around school by tomorrow.

“Gimme a break, Brenda. He’s, like, forty!”

“He’s thirty-five,” she replies as she parks, something which I didn’t even know. “Which is hot. Admit it.”

“Brenda, I don’t know where you’re getting this,” I tell her, channeling my inner Meryl Streep. “But just because I was defending the guy doesn’t mean I’m in love with him.”

A gleam flashes in Brenda’s eyes and she waves a finger at me. “See? I said crush; you said love.”

I just frown, twist my lips and grab my bag.

“Gimme a break, okay?” I ask her as I get out of the car. I hear her calling after me until I reach my door. I flip her the bird over my shoulder and head inside, and immediately go up to my room and lie down. My head feels like it’s filled with big, white, puffy clouds. Or maybe I feel like I’m soaring high above them. I wish I could share everything with her, with Aubrey, but I know the consequences of that would be terrible. There are rules about teachers dating students, which means Coach and I have to keep things secret for the entire rest of the year!

Rest of the year…Did I just think that? Wow. First I said love and now I’m making long-term plans? I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. As I close my eyes, Coach’s gorgeous face fills my mind. I have the same butterflies in my chest that I get when he looks at me in person, and feel the heat rush between my legs.

I’ve never been a horny girl; I don’t even masturbate. But after meeting Coach, it’s like the horny teenager inside me came alive and I don’t know what to do about it.

I can hear my dad out back doing something with my mom, and get up quickly and lock the door to my room. Quickly, I get completely naked and lie down on my bed. In the last few days, I’ve become aware of my body in ways I never had before. I’m looking at my curves in a new light, trying to see them as he sees them.

I run my hands slowly up my legs, up my hips to my waist and then up to my breasts, pretending—wishing—they were his. My nipples go hard as I remember what it was like to be bent over his desk with his face between my thighs.

With one hand, I slowly start to play with myself. I don’t really know what I’m doing and wish Coach was here to teach me. I try to imitate what he did to me with his tongue, but he’s right; it’s nowhere near as good. But I’m aching for his touch, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to…see him next. I have to do something.

My hips move automatically, writhing seductively as though Coach was watching me. I picture him standing at the foot of my bed, completely naked, his monstrous cock in his hand, stroking it as he watches me.

Am I turning into an exhibitionist? I wonder as I feel my climax beginning to rise. No. I only want him to see me.

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