Page 22 of First Time Coach

“Soon, baby,” he purrs back, fucking me with long, deliberate thrusts. “After the school year’s over, I’ll put a baby in that belly and make you mine forever.”

Out of all the things he’s said to me, those words light me on fire like none before. A rush of heat takes me over the edge again. I almost collapse onto the bed, but Coach holds me up with his strong hands and vice-like grip. My legs shudder again and I moan long and deep into the mattress, my pussy begging for his cum. I feel his cock jerk inside me and gasp as he pulls out quickly and I feel the hot warmth of his load raining down on my back and ass.

I’m smiling like an idiot as he splatters me, and as he groans I reach back between my legs and put my hand on my throbbing little pussy. It’s aching with pain—such a good pain, and I’m in Heaven. I never thought it could be like this. Finally, I slump forward onto the bed and take heavy breaths. I hear Coa

ch doing something behind me, and smile as I feel him cleaning my back with some tissue.

“That feels like a lot,” I tell him. Not that I would know, but it does.

“It was,” he replies proudly. “And I could go again right now if I thought your pussy could take it.”

“Oh, it can’t!?” I laugh, rolling quickly onto my back. “What are you—?”

My voice catches in my throat and all the air leaves my lungs as though I’ve been punched in the gut. Behind coach, standing in the doorway, is a woman. Her arms are folded across her chest, her blonde hair is pulled back in an angry pony tail, and she’s staring at me like she might kill me. Coach sees the look on my face and spins around to face her.

“So?” the woman says. “Who’s she?”

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Daisy

There’s an accent to her voice; Coach’s accent. She’s looking at him like she knows him, and suddenly my mind snaps instantly back to the night we were interrupted by “Coach’s mom” ringing the doorbell. I don’t know how I know, but I do; it wasn’t Coach’s mom, it was this woman.

“Heather,” Coach says. My heart sinks; he does know her. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Heather glares daggers back at him. “The better question is; what the fuck is she doing here?”

“Who the fuck are you!?” I spit back without thinking. My voice growls out of my throat like an angry animal. The woman lunges at me, but Coach leaps at her and holds her back.

“You can’t be here, Heather!” he growls as he fights to carry her from the room.

“Why? Because you’re fucking cheating on me?” she rages. She looks like she just got out of bed, or has been up for five days straight. She’s wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt, has no make-up on, and she is built. And by built, I mean that she looks like she could bench more than most of the guys on the soccer team, and squat a truck. She’s literally the complete opposite of me.

Cheating…Did she really just say that? The world seems to move in slow-motion as Coach carries her from the room while she thrashes and screams, her fists balled like she wants to beat me to a pulp. I realize I’m naked, and quickly find my clothes and slide into them as Coach drags Heather, kicking and screaming, into the next room.

I hear their muffled voices through the wall; she’s tearing into him.

“You’re cheating on me with her?” she screams. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Heather, you can’t do this,” Coach replies, doing his best to maintain composure. “I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave now.”

“Fine, call them!” she laughs. “And I’ll divorce you and take everything. Did you think moving to the fucking United States would somehow get you out of the infidelity clause of our marriage!?”

My stomach sinks. Infidelity clause. Marriage…

Cold adrenaline floods through me as panic sets in. I’m on auto-pilot as I find my things and make my way from the bedroom and out the front door. They’re still shouting at each other as I make my way up the front lawn, feeling a crack form in my heart with every forward step.

A wife…how could he?

My feet move faster and faster. My back is tingling, like at any second that crazy woman will be chasing after me. Before I know it, I’m full-out sprinting home. I snuck out, and I lied, but I’m overjoyed when I see the lights are still on at my house. I burst through the door and find my parents on the couch, both of them ready for bed. My mom is instantly on her feet and I realize that I’m crying, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Baby, what happened!?” she cries out, instantly sweeping me into her arms for a momma hug. “Are you okay?”

“Did someone hurt you!?” my dad asks.

“No,” I blubber. “I’m okay, dad. At least—physically.”

“What happened, sweetie?” my mom asks again. “Tell us!”

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