12 comments/ 42570 views/ 36 favorites Losing It to Coach Brian By: Eliza96 This is my first story . . . leave comments and part two can improve upon this beginning. ***** Mmmm, mmmm, oooh my God . . . . I rubbed my clit furiously while reading this story about a maid getting fucked by her boss. It was a pretty ridiculous plot, but it did everything for me. Her sexy older boss knew exactly how to get her to stop masturbating on his bed while he was at work. Fuck it out of her. I was soaking wet just thinking about it. But I couldn't hit an orgasm. Ever. I had been 18 for almost three whole weeks and was by far the last girl from my high school's graduating class with her virginity. Which, based on my public appearance as a high honor student and captain of two varsity sports, was not that surprising. Most people would even suspect that I was doing it, (or not doing it, depending on the way you saw it) on purpose. But I had this secret life as a dirty slut that watched porn, read dirty stories, masturbated while thinking about older men. Which would be enough to get me by until college started, if I had ever been able to bring myself to an orgasm. I had tried everything, read tips in magazines and online, gotten vibrators, and still nothing. Which is why I made a plan to get fucked in the summer after high school ended. I was legal. I was free. I had nothing in the way of losing my virginity. I'm not exactly a supermodel, but I am pretty good looking. Nice curves, lean muscles from twelve straight seasons of varsity sports, with C cups, long, wavy brown hair, and blue eyes that set in really nicely with my lightly tanned summer skin. But I didn't want some quickie with a teenage guy in the back seat of the car he borrows from his parents. I knew this wouldn't satisfy the slut that I become in the privacy of my bedroom. I needed a man. I even had one in mind. The assistant rowing coach, Brian Andrews, from my school. He was only five years older than me and whenever we talked it was like he was flirting with me, or at the very least liked me subconsciously. This one time when driving down to a regatta three hours away, he and I ended up sitting next to each other. He sat down in the aisle seat and even though there was room for us to be farther apart, our thighs and arms touched the entire way down. When he reached over me to pull down the window, my arm touched his crotch lightly, and when he sat back down I could tell he noticed, but he didn't say anything. And, on my god, he had an amazing body. Four years of rowing division one in college made him tall, tan, and a perfect example of lean, strong muscle that rippled down his body. Even though I planned on sleeping with him and we lived in the same small town, I had no real plans on how to run into him enough to get him to fuck me. Until, in the middle of July, I was presented with an opportunity. I normally run a few laps around a local man-made pond that served as swimming hole. It was almost an exact mile around and I liked to make use of it in the early morning so that I could see the sunrise as I drove up. However, this one day I overslept. Not one to miss my run, I headed out about an hour later than I was used to, knowing that by that time I probably would have to deal with at least a dog walker rather than the nice solitude I preferred. As I pulled in, I saw the expected two other cars. One of which had a woman and her yellow lab climbing out. The other car's driver seemed to be swimming the length of the pond for laps. I stretched out my quads and calves, very aware of the woman's judgmental eyes on my very short spandex shorts and semi-loose exercise tank top. Rolling my eyes, I began my run, enjoying the scenery and the strong back muscles of the man swimming. Four laps and about a half an hour later, I jogged back to my car, covered in sweat from the rising sun and my long ponytail becoming annoying loose. I got some water stretched and stripped my tank top so I could change into a drier shirt. As all of this was happening, I barely noticed the swimmer leaving the water, toweling off. Then he called out to me. "Hey Eliza," he said, his eyes glancing over my semi-clothed body almost too quickly for me to notice. Almost. "Hey Coach, I didn't realize that was you in there," my heart was racing as I responded to my dripping wet fantasy standing directly in front of me. "Eliza, you graduated, I think at this point you can just call me Brian. It's great to see you," he said, opening his arms for a hug. I walked over to embrace him thinking about how I could slowly spend the rest of my summer at this pond, getting him to lust after me. The hug was warm and kind, and as he pulled away, my plan was shot in the face as my body took over and kissed him. This was definitely not what he was expected, and to be honest, not what expected at all either. He fell into the kiss for a second, but then quickly, but gently, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, shock on his face. I think I might have actually turned red so deeply that it probably looked like I had painted my face for a football game. "Umm, wow, I'm really sorry . . . I don't what just happened, I wasn't thinking. Sorry," I stammered out pathetically. God, I thought, I am so pathetic, there goes any chance I might have had. Brian face was unreadable, he was unknowingly torturing me with words he hadn't even said yet. Then he smiled, confusing me beyond belief. "Eliza . . . . I'm not your coach anymore, we can do what we want." "We? As in you like me too?" I felt relieved that I wasn't getting lectured, but I was too used to thinking of this as a fantasy that I was suspicious. "Of course, I spent this past year trying to keep myself from flirting with you, and I'm not always sure I was successful. I really like you too." His smiling face was so amazingly gorgeous that I think he dropped my IQ about ten points. "Oh. Well, that's insane," I said, just short of being shocked into silence. Then it really hit me and I realized that I could actually have him. Then I kissed him again. It was amazing, perfect, and it made me glow. I almost couldn't even kiss me for smiling so much, and when I pulled up for air, I could see he was smiling too. "Do you maybe wanna come over to my apartment for breakfast?" He asked, as though this wasn't the craziest thing to ever happen in the history of our combined existence. I somehow managed to get out a "sure" and then keep my car on the road as I followed him for the short drive to his place. I even manage to walked the few flights of stairs and keep up small talk. How, I will probably never know, but I did it. Then, the unexpected happened, we walked in, he closed the door, and, in the quickest of moves, he pressed me up against the closest wall and brought me into the most passionate kiss of my life. My body took over from my mind as I wound my hands in his still wet hair and my tongue explored his. His hands explored my body, moving strongly from my upper back down towards my thighs, lingering at my hips to circle his hands around my ass. Then he kept moving, finally stopping to grab the crook of my knee and bring it up to wrap around him. My hands found their way under his shirt, feeling his tight abs and strong chest. After a few moments, or it might have been a few days, he broke the kiss. Both of our shirts were on the ground, we were breathing heavily and our hair was laughable. "Eliza, do you really want to eat breakfast because I had something else in mind that we could do," his eyes and grin were spelling out the message with perfect clarity. He wanted me, and of course I wanted him too. "I already ate," I said with a small smile. "But I should tell you . . . I'm a virgin," internally cringing as I thought about how he would react to this news. "Okay, we only have to go as far as you're comfortable with," he said, thinking I was saying no to sex. "No, no, I want to go all the way, I was just hoping you we're okay with it. I mean, I am so ready to have sex, I masturbate all the time, and I just can't orgasm, and I mean, if you want me and I want you too, I don't see anything holding us back . . ." I trailed off as I realized I was speaking way too fast and giving out way too much information. Luckily, he smiled. "You've masturbate all the time?" His smile turned into this sexy wicked grin. I was suddenly very embarrassed. I nodded, mortified. "Well, aren't you a dirty girl?" This was definitely not how I expected things to go, I couldn't even speak. "I think I can help you out with that orgasm problem," he said before picking me up over his shoulder before I could even think of responding and walked me over to his bedroom, eventually dropping me lightly on his bed. He pulled off my shoes and socks, followed by shorts. This whole process got me very wet, especially now that I was only in a sports bra and a thong on the bed of the man that had been occupying my fantasies for months. I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled at him, hopefully projecting a confidence I didn't have. He leaned over me and gave me quick kiss before pulling off my sports bra. I was really hoping he couldn't hear my heart about to burst out of my chest. Then he tweaked each of my nipples and moved his head down to kiss around each of my perky breasts. He continued to trail down my stomach with kisses, and I was surprised with the amount of anticipation I felt for what was about to happen. I knew from reading and from some of my friends that a guy going down on you could be really amazing, but I just never really thought of someone doing it to me before. I was dripping with how erotic this morning had become. He was past my belly button at this time, about to hit my thong. As he got closer to his destination, his hands reached down from their position of fondling my breasts to pull down my thong, throwing it behind him to reveal my completely shaved mound. He then kissed each of my pussy lips before pushing my legs as far apart as they could go. I felt his warm breath on me as his tongue found my clit. I arched my back and leaned into him as far as I could manage. He was taking my breath away. I was bursting with pure pleasure. Then he took two fingers and stuck them inside of me, fucking me quickly. The pleasure built as he continued to lick and suck my clit with what was obviously an expert tongue and all of a sudden I exploded. I cried out as tremors shook my body, my back arching higher and my toes curling as I had the first orgasm of my young life. He continued to finger fuck me as I rode this intensity to the end. I was breathing heavily as my body calmed down, still shaken with small aftershocks of the orgasm. Brian brought his body up onto mine, smiling at my reaction. "Well, I guess now we've gotten that first out of the way," he murmured. To be continued . . . Losing It to Coach Brian Ch. 02 This is the second part of a story, I really suggest reading the first in order to enjoy this story even more. ***** Still trying to catch my breath from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had, a fact that was even more exciting since it was my first ever, I glanced over at the Greek god responsible. Brian was the sexiest guy I had ever met. Six foot three, tan, with long, lean muscle all over his body, dark blue eyes that complimented his adorably curly blonde hair. He also had just enough of a happy trail and chest hair, which, along with his toned stomach, was perfect for me to rub my hand up and down as I slowly came back to the real world. He smiled at me. "How do you feel?" I was still breathing heavily, but I never miss an opportunity to flirt or be sarcastic. If I can manage it, I like to do both. "It's so cute that you think there are words to describe this." He moved some dangling strands of hair from my face and then his long fingers made their way down between my breasts and continued on to graze over my stomach. "No regrets? Still want to go further?" If I thought he was sexy before, this show of chivalry only made my desire for him to take my virginity stronger. "Absolutely no regrets. I can't imagine doing this with anyone else," his face was even more beautiful as it relaxed into relief. "But, I might need a little break if you're going to wear me out so much," I said with a grin. "Well, I did invite you to come over for breakfast, how about I explore the kitchen?" I replied with a nod, biting my lip to keep my smile from overtaking my face. As he walked away, still wearing his semi-wet bathing suit from his morning laps at the pond, I redid my ponytail, trying to smooth my long brown hair into something other than a rat's nest and tried to make myself look sexy for when he came back. A minute later, he returned, looking bashful. "I, um, don't have any food here," he said. He paused for a second and then, coming up onto the bed next to me, he asked, "how about I change, go to the market and grab some breakfast sandwiches, and you stay here and take a shower?" His eyes started out by scanning my face, checking for any offense or annoyance, but they slowly traveled down the rest of my body, taking their time as they explored. Woah, I thought, he made me wet just by looking at me. I hoped he didn't notice that I was dripping. I could feel my breathing getting heavy again, but I managed to accept his proposal, and then listen to his instructions about the shower and towels, I was successfully acting like a normal person. And then he took off his shorts to change. I stared for a moment, stunned. Here I was, sitting on this gorgeous man's bed, naked, and I hadn't even seen his cock until this moment. It was probably seven inches long, pretty thick, and had some groomed pubic hair surrounding it. I got off the bed and stood up. "Hey," I said quietly. "Maybe the breakfast sandwiches and shower could wait a little while longer." As the words came out of my mouth, all I could focus on was the suddenly very loud sound of my heartbeat and the spreading warmth through my pussy. He didn't understand immediately what I wanted, so I got down on my knees in front of him. Then he smiled and I could tell he was excited. I slowly licked up and down the shaft a few times before gently wrapping my hand around the base. He was so hard and I could feel his cock flex involuntarily under my grip. I stroked him a few times before finally bringing my lips to the head, which was glistening with pre-cum. I slowly looked up at him as I slid my mouth over the first 4 inches. I went slow for a little while, looking up at him the whole time until I couldn't take it anymore. Then, I quickly went down to the very base of his nice long cock until I could feel his pubic hair tickling my nose. Just before I could gag, I went back almost to the head and started to suck him faster. Brian started thrusting and really fucked my face. Every few strokes I would reach forward and gently massage his balls. I was so wet, and I wanted him so badly. Soon, I could tell he was going to cum so I deep-throated his gorgeous cock one more time and almost immediately I felt bursts of his warm cum shooting into me. I couldn't take all of it in my mouth and I ended up with a few streaks of cum across my face and naked body. I licked up and down his shaft one more time until he was soft and watched as he sat his amazing body down on the bed to catch his breath. After a minute or two, he gave me a wicked grin and said, "Are you really hungry after all that? Because I think we should skip breakfast and go straight to the shower." As he said this he stood up, taking me with him and began rubbing some of his cum into my breast. I bit my lip and managed a nod as I followed him into the bathroom. He had one of those bathrooms that was completely tiled so the shower was only contained by one wall of glass to protect water from getting through the door. He pulled the hair tie out my ponytail and brought my long brown locks down around my face. As we waited for the water to heat up, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I felt my naked skin shiver but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold tile that he backed me into or from the fact that I was about to lose my virginity to my former coach who was probably breaking laws by being so sexy. He pulled me under the warm water, still kissing me with a fire that I thought would burn me up. He pulled a centimeter away and gave my lower lip three small little bites. I could have cum right then. He grabbed some body wash and began rubbing and cleaning me. It felt amazing, and by the time he reached my mound I was ready to melt. He cleaned my small triangle of soft hair before lifting his hand to the water to rinse off the soap. With one hand already cupping my ass cheek, he took his hand and lifted one of my legs up by the crook of the knee. I was back up against the tile wall again and there was a stream of water running between our two naked bodies. He leaned in and brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Are you ready?" I'm surprised he even heard me as I replied with my soft but desperate, "Please," but right then he lined up his once again hard cock with my virgin hole and entered me in one quick stroke. I cried out as he broke my hymen, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as I expected it to. He stayed there for a long moment so I could adjust to the pain and feeling so full, once I nodded for him to keep going. He slowly pulled his cock out until just the head was inside me. He gave my ass a quick squeeze and dove himself back into me. He started a rhythm: fast in, slow out. I could feel the pressure building inside of me as this gorgeous man continually hit my g-spot with his steely-hard cock. I could feel my legs begin to shake and the pressure continued to build. I cried out his name and squeezed his strong arms with my fingers. Then I exploded. I was in pure ecstasy, the pleasure was almost to much to handle. he continued pounding his long, hard cock into me, extending the orgasm. Before I could come down from my high all the way, my spasming pussy must have pushed him over the edge. With one hard, deep stroke, he burst into me, shooting his cum into my cunt. We slowly began to recover as the we caught our breath and the warm water ran over our tired bodies. "You really go the extra mile for your rowers, don't you Coach," I joked breathlessly.