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Coach

By: renaissancebarb



My name is Sarah and my boyfriend's name is Mitch. Most of the time I sleep over with him, and now that I have college classes in the afternoons, I workout with my old High School track coach in the mornings. His name is Jimmy. All through HS I fantasized about fucking him and his big black cock, and I he made it clear more than once that he would like to tap me. He is 31 (to my 20), about 5'10", with light brown skin and baby blue eyes framed in the most beautiful lashes I've ever known a man to have.

Jimmy and I are down in the High School weight room, he's fiddling with the stereo and I'm stretching out. He's around the corner, so I'm not being really self conscious about how I look. I'm laying on my back, one leg stretched out across my body, trying to stretch my thigh and lower back muscles. The music begins and I hum along with it -- a gangsta rap type. I stand up and move over to a bench no taller than my knees. I still don't see Jimmy, so I continue my stretches. I lean over at the waist, legs spread out past shoulder width, and put my hands on the bench. It's surprisingly cool, considering I was already sweating from the density of the air. I close my eyes and feel my muscles lengthen and tighten, reveling in the pleasure/pain the stretching causes. Then I felt hands on my hips, dangerously close to my ass cheeks.

"You need to keep your legs still," Jimmy's voice to my ears sounded like caramel.

"Oh...okay." I replied, my voice dusky with sudden desire. He stepped away and I straightened my legs, continuing to stretch, trying to keep then still and straight. They were sore, though, so they weren't wanting to keep straight.

"Here..." he said, kneeling behind me. His hands grazed my calves before resting on me, one on the front of my knee, the other on the back of my upper thigh. I was vividly aware that this position put his hand and eyes close to my crotch. My creeping shorts didn't help, either, and the line between my thigh and ass was almost visible. The most horrifying part, though, was that I hadn't worn any underwear. Coming from Mitch's house, I had used up all my clean underwear and, having no time to go home before my workout, had just decided it wouldn't hurt anyone for me to go commando. That was the WRONG decision. I was wet, and I knew at that close range he was going to be able to smell my need. I already could. His hands switched to the other leg, hands on the same places.

"This one's really tight," he said, and pushed on my thigh muscle, moving it up and down. This succeeded in moving my shorts ever so farther north. I could feel the air hit the bottom of my ass and I clenched my cheeks in response.

"Does that hurt?" he asked, worriedly.

"No," I responded. "It feels amazing." I knew that was going to far. "Amazing" is not how you describe the feeling of tension being worked out of muscles to a trainer. He moved back to the other side and did the same massaging pressure.

"That's why you couldn't stretch well," he said. "Your muscles are in knots."

"Oh," I said, distractedly. At this point I could concentrate on only his hands. He was working my inner thigh muscles now and every so often would accidently brush the crotch of my shorts. I felt gloriously relaxed and terribly tied up.

"Why don't you go into the training room and lay down on the table," he said, standing. " I'm not going to get anything out of you until your muscles are relaxed." He stood up all the way and as he turned, I felt his hand cup my ass. I stood quickly to look at him, but he was already moving in the other direction.

"Okay," I said, moving toward the room. I was suddenly unsure of whether or not he had actually done that. I looked at him as he went to turn the music up. I wasn't sure. I stepped into the room, up to the table and lay on my stomach, folding my arms under my head as a cushion. Jimmy stepped into the room and shut the door. A spark of excitement shot through me before I realized there was an A/C unit in the room and a sign next to the door asking people to keep it shut; he didn't do it for privacy. He walked across the room and stood next to the table, looking down at me.

"Tell me if it hurts," he said.

"I will, Jimmy." I replied.

He started with my upper back, hands digging in and moving up and down in a rhythmic way. I was sweaty, though, and I felt him struggle to do a decent job with an unruly piece of cloth hindering him. Wet cotton wasn't really conducive to a good rub-down.


"If this makes you uncomfortable, tell me, but I really can't do a good job with your shirt on," said Jimmy. "Would you take it off for the rubdown?"

"Um...sure," I said, slipping off the shirt. It wasn't like I was looking or smelling good at this point anyway. I wouldn't have to worry about him getting turned on. I lay back down and closed my eyes. His hands began working again; slow, deep circles across my back and shoulders. His fingers kept getting caught on my sportsbra, but I knew he would never ask for it to come off, too. So I made a sudden decision.

"Here," I said, lifting myself up. "You're not getting anywhere like this." I sat up on my knees and took the bra off over my head.

"There," I said, laying back down. "Now try." He continued his silence as his hands went back to work. It felt wonderful. His hands were working out all the hurt and soreness in my muscles. I let myself relax and enjoy it. Making circles with his hands he moved from shoulder to spine, spine to sides, sides to hips, and hips to the elastic on my shorts. He didn't even ask this time, he just took them off. When I discovered what he was trying to do, I helped him by lifting my hips and legs, heart racing all the while. I heard his intake of breath when he discovered I wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Um....yeah....I....uh..." I stuttered, forgetting momentarily how to speak English. Finally I recovered my head. "I didn't have any clean at Mitch's. Sorry."

He didn't say anything or move for what seemed like ages. Finally his hands started moving again. "Don't be sorry," he whispered. His hands started where they had left, the bottom of my back, moving softly over my dents and the top of my ass. It was so light, but I was hideously aware of it. They moved slowly down my cheeks, tentatively roving across the peach mounds with only fingertips. I had goosebumps. It was utterly delicious. His fingers caressed, ever so slightly, the crack of my ass, tracing downward toward the warm center of my body. I wanted him to feel me there, see how wet he had made me with just his hands. I parted my legs slightly, inviting him in with my body's language. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly deciding what to do. I pushed my ass up slightly to meet his hand, giving him a guilt-free taste of what I wanted him to have. He stayed there a moment, but pulled away. I lowered myself back to the table, preparing for the rub-down to be over.

"Turn over."

The command was jarring. His voice was solid and even, the exact opposite of how I was feeling. I hesitated, my heart and mind running a race.

"Turn. Over." it was not a suggestion. I turned over, careful to do it away from him. I lay down, legs slightly spread, eyes shut tight. There was a moment after I stopped moving that I heard him move, then I felt again his warm hands on me. They started on my upper chest, using again the relaxing circles. My tightly strung body started once more to relax. I almost forgot that I was naked. Then he moved his hands lower. He used his fingertips and traced the top of my tits, circled my nipples, making them throb and harden. I let out a small moan-whisper of pleasure. His hands then cupped my breasts, feeling their weight and texture, then finally his mouth found where they led.

It was amazing. My back arched up to press my breast into his mouth, forcing him to hold me. His hands burned like fire on my skin, and I cried out. I had never been so close to orgasm without genital stimulation before.

"Jimmy..." I whispered. His head moved to the other breast, treating it with the same gentle pressure as the first. He lifted up and gently trailed his fingers down my stomach. My abs clenched and pelvis lifted as it dragged lower, lower... It met the first lengths of my pubic hair. Realizing this, I felt sheepish. I had let my normally bald pussy grow a bit. I opened my eyes.

"I didn't know..." I tried to explain. I was interrupted immediately by a pair of lips cavorting on my own. My eyes closed once again. He opened his mouth, I opened my legs. I gave him my tongue, he gave me his fingers.

"Oooohhh..." I moaned into his mouth. "Jimmy...Jimmy...Jimmy..." became my mantra. I was so wet, so needy. His fingers inside me - it was like nothing I'd felt before. I had him, but it wasn't quenching my sex-thirst -- it was making me only needier. Our mouths were melded together, and I needed more of him than a finger. I needed him. Inside me. I pulled him down on top of me, happy to find that he had discarded all his clothes as well.

"PLEASE, JIMMY!" He found the place between my thighs and speared inside me. It was like lightning. I bucked up under him, wrapping my legs around his hips, taking each of his thrusts as deep inside me as possible. I needed him. Our kisses didn't match the rhythm of our thrusts -- they drove it. His tongue inside my mouth was like quicksilver, alternately thrusting and rolling on mine. I could feel my orgasm rising, so I drove my heels into his ass, pushing him further and harder into me.

"OOOh FUCK!" I screamed as I came. My body clenched tight around him and my hands groped for his flesh. My hips bucked and I buried my face into his neck. I felt his growl of release rather than heard it, "Grrrrrr...OH!" He pushed himself inside me, deep, one last time, then collapsed on top of me. We lay there for minutes, breathing heavily, sweat pouring off of us. He leaned up on one arm, looked down at me, and kissed me one more time.

"I think you've had enough of a workout today," he said, face sober as stone.

"Is that so?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, I don't!" I said, and pulled him back down on me once more.'

Needless to say, workouts were never the same after that. 

Coach



These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read.

I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like the story please let me know. Thanks, Lynne

Coach: A Novella

I had been running track all through high school and was just about to start my senior season. I had never been great, but good enough to make States last year in the middle distances. Up until this year our only coaches were your typical, out of shape, over the hill, middle aged women who only coached track because they were either mean old biddies who liked to boss around young women or were athletes themselves before they let themselves go and now wanted to relive their fantasies of victory through our hard work and sweat.

This spring though, things changed. I had just turned 18 in February when we had a student teacher that offered to help out with the track team. She had run track in both high school and college but had used up her last year of eligibility and now was working on her Masters of Education. Her name was Naomi and she was assigned the runners since she obviously was better at it than any of our other coaches. Not only that, but she was faster than anyone else on the team except our top girl in the 100. She could easily beat everyone else in any distance up to the mile. Add to that the fact that she was prettier than most of the girls on the team and our fragile egos were taking a beating. If she hadn't been one of the nicest and most helpful people in the world things might have gotten ugly. Instead, she became one of our best friends, as well as our coach and some of our teacher.

I don't know exactly why, but Naomi seemed to make me her special project for the season. From the first day of practice she pushed me harder than anyone else, spent more time with me and made sure that I pushed myself. Maybe it was because I ran the same distances she ran, but then again so did a few of the other girls. Maybe it was because she saw something in me that none of the other coaches had. I wasn't sure what it was, but at times I enjoyed the extra attention, at other times I hated it when she made me run the extra distance or work extra hard. She seemed to be able to know exactly how to get the best out of me though because by mid season she had me running the best times I had ever run and even a few college scouts were starting to stop by at our meets to check me out. There was even talk of me not just making States, but perhaps even winning them.

Now all of this would have been great except for one thing. I had also developed a very serious crush on Naomi.

I had known I was different for a long time. I always had crushes on other girls while I was growing up. I remember how much of a problem it had created in my family when at age 6 I told my parents I was going to marry my best friend Melody. I had never heard of homosexuality in my household and no one had ever told me that girls weren't supposed to like other girls that way. When I said what I did about Melody my father had my mother sit me down and explain that women didn't marry women and men didn't marry men. That it turned out would be the entire course on sex education I would get from my parents.

All through puberty I struggled with feelings regarding my sexuality. When I discovered masturbation I didn't masturbate thinking about boys or teen idols, I masturbated thinking about other girls and women. When I had crushes they weren't on boys in our class, they were on other girls. When we practiced kissing in our early teens, I wanted more. So even though my parents told me it was wrong somewhere deep inside I knew it wasn't. But still, I thought it was all a phase, something I would grow out of. I thought I just needed to meet the right boy and I would fall in love with him and want to kiss and make love to him.

Naomi wasn't the only crush I had suffered from growing up. I had more than my share, probably because I couldn't ever tell anyone about them. But something about her was different. I found, as well as most of the other girls on the team, that she was very easy to talk to. She sort of became the team's councilor and confidant. I know several of the girls talked to her about boyfriend problems and one girl even went to her for help when she thought she might be pregnant, although she was just having the horrible 'I am going on the pill next month so I will be late this month syndrome.' I guess you could say she became the big sister I, and many of the other girls never had.

That is another reason my crush was such a problem. I really liked Naomi as a friend and didn't want to ever do anything to possibly wreck that friendship. Since she was engaged to be married to an absolute hunk that occasionally stopped by practice and made all the other girls swoon, I figured that she was just going to be another lover for my masturbatory fantasies. By then I was used to that. I dared not even talk to anyone about my fantasies for fear that it would get out and I knew what would happen if it did.

So with the season winding down I resigned myself to the fact that I was in love with someone who would never know it.

States were four weeks away and as luck would have it Naomi's student teacher assignment was ending and she wouldn't be around to be our coach for the end of the season. She was going to be gone at the end of the week. She approached me at the end of practice.

"Lynne, you know I think you are going to do great at States but you really need to keep up your training and try and peak right then. I was thinking if you are willing to train on Saturdays I would be glad to work with you. The rest of my days are going to be tied up with classes and working on my thesis." Naomi said to me as we started walking back towards the locker room.

"I don't know," I said, even though the idea that she would be willing to do this for me made me feel like I was walking on a cloud. "I work until late afternoon on Saturdays and I don't want to make it too difficult for you."

"Well," She seemed to be thinking. "If you would be willing to put in the time I am sure I can do the same. You show a lot of promise and I was talking to our track coach. She saw you last week at the multi-team meet and was really impressed by what she saw. She is thinking if you win or place in States she might offer you a scholarship."

Now I couldn't turn her down. "A scholarship?" I screamed, jumping up and down. "Well Coach, I will do whatever you think I need to do to get a scholarship."

We made an appointment for our first training session. I was to meet her at the track at 4:00 on Saturday. She told me Coach Lopez had given her a key to the locker room so we could use it to shower and change after our workout.

Saturday afternoon came and when I arrived at the track Naomi was already there. I could tell she had been running because she was sweaty and slightly out of breathe. I checked my watch, worrying that I was late, but I was right on time.

"Hi Lynne," Naomi jogged up to me. "I got here a little early so figured I would get a workout in before we started."

"Well, at least that will make it a little easier for me to beat you Coach," I replied. I put down my bag. I had changed before I left work so I had on my shorts and singlet already. All I needed to do was stretch out and put on my running shoes and I would be ready to go.

"That sounds like a challenge to me," Naomi laughed. "I hope you are ready to run because we are going to run and run hard. Get your shoes on and stretch out because for the next two hours your ass is mine girl."

"Oops," I thought to myself. Naomi was a good coach and she normally worked us hard and when she wanted to she could work us really hard. I had a feeling that by the end of today I would be worked like I hadn't been worked before.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished stretching Naomi started to work me and work me hard. But everything she had me do, she did also, usually better and faster. When we finally got to running for times we both were soaking wet with sweat and sore. But she kept pushing and in our third set I actually beat her and set a personal best for that distance. But by the time we finished I wasn't sure I could even run back to the locker room. Naomi too looked tired, but not nearly as exhausted as I felt.

We headed to the locker room and Naomi said she was really happy with the way things worked out. I was only a few tenths behind what the girl who was expected to win States had been running and Naomi felt if the training went as well as it had today I would be right there.

We got to the doors for the locker room and Naomi unlocked them and let us in. She locked them back up as soon as we were inside.

"Do you have anywhere you have to be?" Naomi asked as we got into the training room.

"Not really, I was just going to head home and get some dinner and then do some homework." I wondered why Naomi was asking.

"Good because I want you to hit he whirlpool tub before you take a shower. You worked hard today and the whirlpool will keep you from tightening up. 20 minutes should do it." Naomi turned on the water for the tub. "Here you adjust the temperature. You should have it as hot as you can stand it. I am going to hit the showers. I am meeting Jim for a late dinner and movie."

I put my bag down and adjusted water to a temperature I thought I could stand. Then I went into the locker room to get undressed and grab a towel.

Now, usually after a workout the coaches would be around the locker room, but if they showered they must have done it after the team left. So I was surprised when I walked into the locker room and saw Naomi standing there nude while she went through her bag. She had her shampoo, conditioner, a razor and a few other things on the bench next to her. I couldn't help but look at her well toned, and completely tan body. Even with all the time she spent with us in shorts and a singlet she had almost no tan lines.

She looked up as I walked in. "Grab me a towel too," she said as I reached over to grab one for myself my eyes never leaving Naomi's body. I grabbed her a second towel and walked over to her, trying not to look but amazed at how beautiful her body looked. So fit, so tanned. And I noticed she had almost no bush, just a little fur above her lips. She obviously trimmed and shaved most of it. 

I felt foolish when Naomi finally said, "Well, can I have my towel please." She was standing there naked with her hand out, waiting for me to hand her the towel. I handed her the towel, trying not to look her in the eyes, or at anything else for that matter. I must have been blushing because Naomi laughed.

"I know what you are thinking," Naomi giggled. I hoped she didn't because the fact was I was thinking what it would feel like to touch her body. Kiss her breasts. Taste her nearly naked mound. "You are wondering where I get my tan. Well, if I was still teaching here I would probably lie to you and tell you I got it from a tanning bed but truth is Jim has a boat and I get to sunbathe on it whenever we go out on the lake."

"Oh," was my so intelligent response.

Naomi smiled at me, gathered up her stuff and the towel and headed towards the showers. I watched her tanned bottom as she walked away. "Hit the tub, I don't want you all tight for the meet on Monday."

From my locker I could see into the showers. I tried not to look but snuck a few quick glances as I undressed. As I wrapped the towel around me to head back to the training room I looked up and my eyes widened as I saw Naomi shaving herself. Hoping she didn't hear the little gasp that escaped my lips I rushed into the training room and climbed into the steaming tub and turned on the jets.

I couldn't stop thinking about Naomi as I lay in the tub. That she was naked in the next room right now showering. How great she looked. How jealous I was of Jim. My mind stated to fantasize about going into the shower right now and telling her how I felt. No, just walking in and taking her in my arms and kissing her. My fingers started to explore my own body as I sat there in the tub, water up to my neck, the jets caressing my body.

I lost myself in my fantasies and soon was masturbating as I sat in the tub the hot bubbling water completely covering my body. I was dreaming that it was Naomi and I out on that boat in the middle of the lake, both of us nude, putting sunscreen on each other. I dreamed that she would allow me to apply it to her beautiful bottom, to her breasts, even to her nearly naked mound. I was just about to cum when I heard Naomi's voice.

"Well, I said 20 minutes would be enough. Come on girl, I do have a date." She was standing in the door right behind me.

"Sorry, I must have lost track of time." I reached over the edge of the tub, hoping she didn't notice how erect my nipples were. I quickly hopped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself. "I can shower at home if you want me to," I quickly blurted out as I half ran past her.

"No, I still have to do my hair, but you will need to hustle." She said as I headed for my showers.

I got in and tried to be careful as I washed myself. I was so horny that I knew if I spent much time washing my mound I would be getting myself in trouble. To save time I didn't wash my hair, simply soaped up, washed off and wrapped my towel around me as I headed back to my locker.

Naomi was standing by my locker, my bag in her hand. "You might need this," she said. She put it down and started to run a brush through her hair. I waited for a moment, expecting her to leave. "Let's talk about what I want you to work on while you get dressed."

I am normally not shy around the locker room; in fact since I am proud of my body and the shape I keep myself in, you might say I am a bit of an exhibitionist. But with Naomi standing there, I suddenly felt self-conscious. Not only had I just masturbated thinking about her beautiful body, but also now I felt woefully inadequate. My tan lines vs. her beautiful, fully tanned body. My unkempt bush, not that it was a jungle since my hair was fine and not very dense, but still against her very well trimmed and shaved mound, it looked bushy and wild. My smaller breasts compared to Naomi's full and beautifully shaped ones. Even my small, but long nipples, compared to Naomi's beautifully shaped, large ones. I stood there too long, my towel wrapped around me, unsure. Not fully listening to Naomi as she brushed her hair and talked about what she wanted me to work on next week.

"Hey, you can dress while we talk," Naomi stopped brushing and her words snapped me out of my trance. "I do have someplace to go you know, and I don't want to be late." She giggled. "Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad an idea. You know what they say, letting them wait a little isn't always a bad thing."

I finally took off my towel and felt very naked, not just due to my lack of clothing. What was worse was I was again getting aroused. While Naomi had seen me naked many times before, it was always in a locker room full of naked girls. Now it was just she and I, and I had also seen her naked for the first time and those thoughts kept racing through my mind.

"Now I wrote everything down and I will give it to you when we get to my car," I realized again that I wasn't listening to her but rather my mind was going places it should have. My nipples were rock hard and my mound was again starting to grow moist even as I felt embarrassed by my nudity. I was glad when I finally finished drying off and slid my panties up my legs and my bra over my shoulders.

It seemed like, once covered I was able to concentrate once more on what Naomi was saying. Yes I would make sure I followed the work out schedule she would give me. Yes I would call her to give her an update every night. Yes I would be ready for another workout next Saturday. In fact, I knew I would be looking forward to it more than she would ever know.

When I finally finished dressing we headed out of the locker room to our cars. I had dad's Buick and again I felt so inadequate when I looked at her Miyata. She had the top down and simply reached inside to grab her briefcase. She looked through it for a second and then handed me a piece of paper.

"Now make sure you follow it to the letter. I gave a copy to Coach Lopez and she will make sure someone works with you on this. I also told her about the scholarship deal. She knows how much that means to both of us." 

I looked that the paper and saw I would be working really hard all week. It was going to be difficult but I vowed to myself to keep to it, no matter how hard it would be. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was disappoint Naomi.

What happened next was a surprise. Naomi reached over and gave me a big hug. She pulled me towards her and I could feel her breasts against mine as she squeezed me tight. My legs felt suddenly week, but in an instant it was over.

"I will give you a call Monday night," she said as she hopped into her car and started it up. "I want to see how you are doing."

As she sped away I stood there, the paper in my hand, my mind whirling as thoughts I never should have raced through them. I couldn't wait until tomorrow night to hear her voice, even if it was over the telephone. I climbed into dad's Buick and had the incredible urge to touch myself right there in the school parking lot. I managed however to wait until I went to bed that night. Only then did I let myself go, pretending that my hands were Naomi's as I brought myself to orgasm while biting my lip and trying to keep as quiet as possible, knowing my parents were just down the hall.

I had had minor crushes before, but this was my first big one. The whole next day I couldn't think of anything but Naomi. I knew I wasn't supposed to work out, but late in the afternoon I did go for a run, just to work off some of my nervous energy. I kept looking at how hard I would be working next week, not because I enjoyed the thought of burning legs and lungs, but because the piece of paper was something Naomi had done just for me. Even as I tried to do my homework, my mind kept drifting, thinking about Naomi, thinking about her and I. Then I would laugh and tell myself that I was fantasizing again about something that would never happen.

Monday finally came and again my mind was not on school, not on my classes and even when I was working hard at practice, not on my running. It was simply on the fact that sometime tonight I would hear Naomi's voice. I would be able to talk to her. Even as I was sweating in the spring heat of Arizona all I could think about was talking on the phone with Naomi, telling her how I followed her workout to the letter. Every now and then Coach Lopez would break me out of my trance with some more instructions. 

"I have never seen you work so hard," Coach Lopez said as we were walking up to the locker room. Because of the workout Naomi had left she and I had to stay an extra 30 minutes at the track. I was exhausted. "You really pushed it. I think the extra work has really done wonders. You have dropped your times across the board in the last month and you are within a few tenths of being the fastest in the state."

I hardly heard a word she said. All I wanted to do was get home and wait by the phone for Naomi to call.

When I did get home I ate a quick dinner and then told my parents I had homework to do. I did, but found it very hard to concentrate. I just wanted the phone to ring. Every time it did I would run down the stairs, only to be disappointed. Finally, at almost 9:00 p.m., when I had almost given up hope that she would call, the phone rang.




Coach



My mother got it first. I could tell it was Naomi even hearing only one side of the conversation. My mother had met Naomi several times and she really admired her and thought she was a good role model. My mom was asking her how school was going, was she ready for graduation and if she had landed a job yet? Finally, after what seemed like forever she handed me the phone.

I was so excited that I had to try and control my breathing as I heard her voice. "So how did the workout go?" Naomi's voice seemed rushed. I heard his voice in the background.

"Oh, it was hard, but I think it went well. Coach Lopez worked with me," I had sat down on the couch, settling in, happy to finally hear her voice.

"Yea, I talked to her earlier. She said she hardly even had to be there, that you did a great job pushing yourself, and all the other girls on the team even. She said your enthusiasm is contagious. I am so glad to hear that. Well, I have to run, Jim and I just got home and we need to take a shower. Oops, I probably shouldn't have put it that way, well anyway, keep up the good work and I will talk to you again later this week. Remember, tomorrow you go light. I don't want you overworking yourself. Work hard, recover. That is the way you will win."

"Okay coach," I hoped she couldn't hear the disappointment in my voice. "I will do that. I will talk to you later this week I guess."

"Yes, but I will be checking in with Coach Lopez. Goodnight." With that she hung up.

I just sat there looking at the phone. I had waited for two days and it was all over in less than a minute, and all because of him. I was having my first real feelings of jealousy. I wanted nothing less than to have Jim out of the picture. He was the reason we only talked for a few seconds. He was the one Naomi was going to take a shower with. He was the one that was keeping us apart. "No you silly girl," I said to myself, "the reason you and she are not together is that she likes men, not dykes."

A tear ran down my cheek as I hung up the phone. I went up to my room, got undressed and climbed into bed. Even as I tried not to, I thought of them together, in the shower, kissing, soaping each other. Finally I fell into a fitful sleep.

Over the next few days I started to get back to normal. While thoughts of Naomi still dominated all others, they were starting to get a little less of an obsession. I was resigning myself to the fact that she had no ideas the feelings I was having for her, nor would she ever, because I sure was not going to tell her. The only thing that I did that was out of the ordinary, and one I explained away by saying I had gotten a new bathing suit that was a little higher cut, was I had trimmed and shaved some of my bush so now it looked just like Naomi's.

Thursday night she called. I figured she would and found myself waiting for the phone to ring again. But this time the call came much earlier. I had barely finished dinner when my mom called for me to come get the phone.

"Hi," Naomi seemed her regular cheerful self. "Heard the week has gone well at practice."

"Yea, Coach Lopez says my form is the best she has seen since Lindsey T. back in the 80s." Lindsey was a legend, having held every school and state record at the middle distances for years. She still held the school records but I was close to breaking them.

"Great, hey, about Saturday," at this instant I suddenly deflated, sure she was going to cancel out workout to be with HIM, "I hope you don't mind if we change things around a little. I was thinking that after the workout, you and I could go grab some dinner and maybe catch a movie. Jim is heading out of town to go fishing with some buddies for the weekend, and I thought since if you didn't have any plans we could do something. It will also give me some time to tell you a little more about Coach Carmichael and the program over here. She says you are almost a lock for at least a partial scholarship if you want it. And if you win States, probably a full ride."

I don't know which I was more excited about, the scholarship or the prospect of going out with Naomi for the night. "I will have to let my parents know, but sure, I think it would be great to go out with you." That didn't sound right at all. I quickly backtracked. "I mean, I really would love to get more information about the program at the U."

"Great, tell you what, so you don't have to have your dad's car over at the school why don't I just pick you up before the workout. We will workout and then go get some dinner and then catch a movie or do something. I can drop you off. Think that will work?" Naomi had no idea how much she had made my day.

"Yea, that would be great. What time should I be ready," I could hardly contain my excitement.

"Make it 3:30, I plan to work you hard," Naomi finalized the plans. We spent about another 15 minutes on the phone talking about how the workouts went, what my times were and other generalities. Finally Naomi said she had to go and get some dinner herself. 

I hurried up to my room and tried to finish my homework. Finally done, I laid down on my bed thinking about Saturday night. I was too excited to go to sleep. I lay there looking up at the ceiling, thinking thoughts I never should have, but ones that kept me awake until after my parents had gone to bed, and I could take care of the problem these thoughts created.

The following two days crawled by. Practice Friday afternoon seemed especially long since Coach Lopez kept yelling at me to keep my mind on the workout. After practice I went home and tried to do some homework and get some sleep, neither very successfully. Saturday wasn't much better. The morning was a waste and the afternoon I spent primping and getting myself ready. I put makeup on, and then scrubbed it off. I took a long, hot shower and shaved and trimmed my mound, laughing at myself as I did it. But I knew that Naomi was going to see it, and I was hoping she would notice how I had followed her lead. I toyed with the idea of shaving it completely bare, but knew that I could never explain that to the girls in the locker room.

Finally 3:30 came and I was ready. I had packed my best jeans, a blouse that I hoped would be sexy, but not slutty and a nice pair of sandals. I was dressed in my shorts, singlet and running shoes as I sat on the porch, my bag next to me, waiting for that little Miata.

And I waited, and I waited. 3:30 came and went, then 3:45, then 4:00. Finally at 4:05 Naomi pulled up. She waved me over.

"Sorry I'm late. Something came up at school. I will tell you about it later. Let's go," she leaned over and opened the door as I reached the car.

"I was just about ready to go in and call you, I thought you had forgot me," my voice betrayed me.

"Forget you?" Naomi laughed as I sat down and closed the door. "Just when I was getting you just the way I wanted you," she sped away from the curb. "I would never do that, and anyway I was really looking forward to tonight, it isn't often I get to go out with the girls anymore."

Naomi drove like she ran, fast but in control. We were at the track in no time. It was fun riding in this little convertible, watching the men check us out as we drove by. It felt great to be with Naomi.

Once at the track however she was all business. We stretched and then got right into running circuits. It was at hot day and in half an hour I was dripping with sweat and had already finished the water bottle I had brought. Naomi took out a cooler with several sports drinks in it and we kept on running. The major difference from last week is now Naomi and I were running almost exactly even. She was not longer beating me consistently. In fact, it seemed like it was her that was struggling to keep up. After an hour we stopped to get another drink. My legs ached and I was breathing hard, but Naomi was doubled over and seemed just about done in.

"Well, I think your workouts this week helped," Naomi said between gulps of her drink. "I didn't get much track time in this week and I think it shows. I think it is time that I coach and you run for a while."

The last hour of the workout was designed to improve my kick. She pushed me hard with sprints. If I thought I was sweating the first hour the second one left me totally drenched. When we were finally done I had drank almost a gallon of fluids but still felt completely wrung out. I gulped down a quart as we walked up towards Naomi's car.

"Okay, well you run up to the locker room, I will see you up there." Naomi said as she put the cooler and her other things in the car. 

"What, I can't ride?" I was so tired that even though it was only a couple of hundred yards, I was looking forward to the ride.

"And make a mess out of my nice leather seats? Girl you are wetter than a dog left out in a thunderstorm. Plus, you are going to race my little toy here to the locker room. If you take off right now you just might beat me, and the winner gets to choose what we eat tonight." Naomi hopped in and grabbed her keys.

I took off as fast as I could. I had gone about 75 yards when I heard the car start. She would have to stay on the road, which meant she had about double the distance to cover than I had, and I had already covered a third of mine. I heard her tires squeal as she put the car in gear. I could hear the engine revving as I closed the distance to the door. But with 50 yards still to go she passed me and pulled up to the locker room and jumped out. She reached the door just seconds before I did.

"I win, but since I am buying I should get to choose what we eat anyway," Naomi was laughing as she unlocked the door. "Grab your stuff and get your little butt in here. You need to soak in the tub and get a shower."

I was bent over at my waist, gasping for breath. But I managed to find enough energy to go grab my bag and get into the locker room. The idea of that shower just seemed to inviting to pass up.

We got in and Naomi had already started filling up the tub. She was going over some sheets that Coach Lopez had left her from the previous week on everyone's times. I walked into the locker room and undressed, wrapping a towel around myself. My clothes were soaked, one part of my shorts more than the rest. I couldn't help but touch myself, if even just for a second. I was horny and I was planning on taking care of that problem in the tub. I walked in and Naomi was still sitting on the training table, making some notes on the sheets she was reviewing.

I just stood there for a minute wrapped in my towel, fully expecting her to leave.

"Well," Naomi said, looking up for a minute, "What are you waiting for? In the tub, we haven't all night. I want something to eat." She sat there, watching and waiting.

I turned on the jets, dropped my towel and climbed in. Only when I was finally in the tub did Naomi go back to looking at her notes.

Without looking up Naomi said, "I forgot to tell you why I was late. I was meeting with Coach and she said that she is sending some people to your meets to tape you from now until States. She is also sending the same to your prime competition. Good thing is she is going to share those tapes with me so we will be able to see how well she runs and if she has any weaknesses. We will review them before States."

I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying. I had so hoped that Naomi was going to go in the office or in the other locker room at least. I really needed some relief for the feeling between my legs, and the hot, bubbling water was not relieving it one bit. If anything it was making it worse. And seeing Naomi sitting there on one of the training room tables, Indian style, in her sweaty shorts and singlet, was making it nearly unbearable. I sank down as deep into the water as I could and closed my eyes. But that only brought images of Naomi's naked body in the shower to my mind. My hand almost on its own reached between my legs and started to slowly, gently, secretly, massage my mound.

"Well, well, well, it really seems you are almost ready," Naomi suddenly exclaimed. My eyes shot open, thinking that she had figured out what I was doing. "These times all seem really good," she put down the sheets and stretched. "Not only have your times steadily improved, but you seem to be pulling the rest of the middle distance runners with you. You have all improved across the board."

I couldn't sit still in the tub. I needed some relief. But somehow I managed to blurt out a, "Yes, and we all have you to thank Coach. All the girls really admire you and they all want to be just like you." Now I felt foolish. This wasn't true. The fact was many of the girls were jealous of Naomi and were glad to see her leave. Even so the truth was she was good for us, our running had never been better and even the girls that down right hated her had taken her training tips to heart.

"Now lets not go that far. I know a lot of the girls thought I was too hard and they hated the fact that I was faster than they were, but thanks anyway. Being a coach is not a popularity contest." Naomi stretched again, her arms going high over her head as she arched her body backwards, making her breasts stick out. That is not what I needed right now. "And on top of it, I saw the way a lot of them looked at Jim whenever he came around. If you weren't all high school girls I would have been worried." 

"All high school girls," I almost sank in the tub I deflated so much when she said that. Is that all she thinks of us, of me. Just a silly little schoolgirl? I could feel a tear welling up in my eye. It was like I had just been stabbed with an icicle through the heart.

"Well, come on, times up," Naomi reached over and turned off the tub. "Time to hit the showers." She hopped off the table and was taking off her singlet as she headed into the locker room.

"Silly little schoolgirl," I said to myself. "Well I will show you. I beat you today on the track. I am not just a little girl anymore." I climbed out of the tub and grabbed my towel, not bothering to dry off or wrap it around me. I looked into the mirror. This was not a silly little schoolgirls body, but a woman's. I was a little taller than Naomi, had bigger boobs and my trimmed and shave mound was at least as much of a woman's as hers was. I strutted into the locker room and into the showers, dropping my towel on the floor as I went. My body was steaming from the hot water of the tub as I entered the shower room.

Naomi hadn't reached the showers yet so I went over and turned one on, hot. I gave it a second to heat up and then slid in, oops, too hot. I cooled it down a little and started to wash up. I let the water run over my body and the water pressure, usually rather weak because of the number of showers that would normally being going at once now was hard enough to sting my skin. It felt good to have the water pound on my sore body. I put my head in the stream and let the water massage my face and soak my hair. I heard another shower start; Naomi was now in the showers with me. In my minds eye I could see her there, naked, her completely tanned body being caressed by the water. I could see her leaning back into the stream of the shower; the water running down her beautifully fit body. I could see it caressing her breasts, her erect nipples enjoying the warmth of the water. I could see her soaping herself, her hands running over her body. 

"Hey, you are going to drain the reservoir if you don't start washing soon." Naomi's voice pulled me back to reality. "I didn't think I worked you hard enough that you would fall asleep in the shower."

Even with the fantasies that were running through my mind I was still mad about her comment about little schoolgirls. I quickly reached over and got some soap and started to scrub my body. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Naomi watching me, with a quizzical look on her face. Well if she was going to watch I would show her just how little a girl I was.

I started to wash myself in the most erotic way I could think of, short of actually masturbating right there in the shower. I kept reaching over for more soap and started to wash my breasts and upper body. I kept running my fingers over my breasts, over my nipples. I squeezed them together, pretending to be washing under them, even though I didn't have to lift to do this. Soon I started washing down my tummy. My hands slowly working their way down my body. My mound was responding to the attention the rest of my body was getting. I could feel myself opening, my pearl hardening. In a move that even surprised me for it's boldness, I bent over at the waist to wash my calves and feet, my bottom pointed directly at Naomi, my legs opened enough that she would have an unobstructed view of my aroused and blossoming mound. From behind me I thought I heard a small gasp.

Then suddenly I heard the other shower being turned off. "Hurry up," Naomi's voice sounded unsteady, "it is time for us to get out of here." She was gone.

Oh god, what had I done.

I quickly finished my shower and grabbed my towel. Naomi was nowhere to be found. I walked to my locker, got my blow-drier and makeup case and started to get ready even though I was sure Naomi was going to cancel our evening together. How could I have been so stupid in the shower? How could I have been so forward?

I dried my hair and put on the little makeup I wear and then went back to my locker to get dressed. Still no sign of Naomi. I thought that she wouldn't have just left me, I had no ride home but I had no idea where she was. She must be in the coaches' office but I was too ashamed to check. I got dressed and just sat there, waiting.

Finally Naomi came out of the coaches' office, dressed and ready to go. "Well, you hungry?"

Naomi looked stunning, and I felt very underdressed. Even though she was dressed casually, in a light summer dress, she looked fantastic. I felt awkward in my shorts and sleeveless blouse. Damn, I felt like that 'little high school girl' again.

"Well, you won the race, what would you like to eat? My treat," Naomi said as she reached down and picked up my bag. She started walking towards the door, "Or would you rather I pick since you seem to have been struck dumb?"

"Oh, sorry, guess I am just a little tired," I had to hurry to catch up. "How about Chili's?"

"Chili's? YUCK. We can do better than that. How about some sushi, or maybe Chinese?" Naomi opened the door to the locker room and we stepped outside. It was already starting to get dark.

"Chinese would be great," I said. "I have never been a big sushi fan."

"Okay, Chinese it is then. P.F. Chang's on Mill should do the trick." Naomi threw our bags behind the seats of her Miata and motioned for me to climb in. I guess I had made too much of the shower thing. She probably didn't even notice me, I mean; I don't make a habit of looking at other girls while I shower. Still, I swore I heard her gasp, and the way she suddenly walked out. I just chalked it all up to my over-active imagination.

It wasn't a long drive to Tempe, but long enough to be able to relax and enjoy the ride in the convertible. It wasn't so hot yet that a convertible started to lose it's appeal, in fact the night was refreshingly cool. The breeze had an effect on Naomi, and her spaghetti strapped sundress, one where a bra was not practical, made it easy for me to see that she had gotten chilled. I tried not to look at here very large, hard nipples as they pressed against the thin fabric. Funny, it was cool, but not that cool I thought to myself.

We pulled up to P.F. Chang's and Naomi let the valet park the car. He was a good-looking boy, probably a student at ASU, and he paid a lot of attention to Naomi as he gave her a ticket for her car. I felt that funny feeling again. Jealousy. I wanted to grab her arm or something, anything, to tell him she was with me tonight. But how silly would that have been? Instead I sulked as Naomi put us on the list for a table.




Coach



"Let's sit outside," she said as they handed her the pager that would let us know when our table was ready, "it will give us a chance to talk."

We walked out and found an empty bench in the courtyard. Lots of people were coming and going, both college kids and people who tended to flock to Mill Street on weekends for the theaters, restaurants and nightlife. We sat down and Naomi and I started chatting, about nothing in particular. I was finally relaxing, sure now that she hadn't noticed my show in the showers, sad she hadn't, but glad it hadn't cost me our friendship.

"You know, when I first met you, that first day of practice this spring, I knew you had a lot of promise," Naomi seemed to be complimenting me a lot this evening. I certainly didn't mind the attention.

"Thanks, I guess I just needed the right coach." I said, blushing a little at her compliment.

"Oh, I didn't mean just running," she said, letting the comment hang in the air for a second. "I mean you are a wonderful girl in so many ways. You are pretty, very mature for your age, smart, confidant; seem to know what you want and how to get it. You really are something special you know. Too bad I am leaving school. I think you and I would have made great roommates."

I was really blushing now. I didn't know what to say, although the idea of being roommates instantly had me wishing it could be true. First roommates and then bedmates?

"So, I know you were pretty much planning on either ASU or that other school," I knew she really hoped I would accept the scholarship to ASU if it was offered. It would mean I would be close to home, which actually was not what I wanted. I was hoping to go away to school. But to be able to run, and get a scholarship for running, was going to be hard to turn down. "But what else have you thought about regarding school. Have you decided on a Major?"

"I was thinking of business, something in marketing. But I really am not sure yet." I kept noticing how many of the men walking by were checking out Naomi. I felt jealousy creep back into my mind. "Sorry guys, but she is with me tonight," I thought to myself.

"I could see you in business, marketing especially. You are outgoing enough and seem to enjoy challenges. Have you ever thought about teaching? Not that I am recruiting or anything, but I think you would make a great teacher." Naomi seemed oblivious to all the attention she was getting.

"I had thought of that, but Daddy really wants me to go into business. Although even more than that he wants me to find a husband in college. But that is not what I am going for," I noticed two men who seemed to be paying us a lot of attention. I was sure they were trying to muster up the courage to come over and chat with Naomi.

"So you and Tommy aren't serious? I saw you guys at the prom and was wondering if you were dating him. You always seem sort of guarded about your private life, but I have seen you two around school and when I saw you at the prom, well, I just figured you two were seeing each other." Naomi also noticed the two guys, but one look and a turn of her shoulder seemed to send them a signal that told them she was not interested. Their shoulders slumped and they went off to find some other young women to hit on.

I laughed. Tommy and I, even though our parents really hoped we would get romantically involved, were nothing but friends, and not really good friends at that. He was looking for a good girl who would take care of his house and give him lots of babies. I made it clear that I wanted a career and expected to be an equal partner in any relationship I had. We were also very far apart politically. He was very right wing and conservative. I once considered buying a t-shirt with a picture of the Marx brothers on it, and also a picture of Karl Marx that read, "I am a Marx Sister." I didn't because I knew if my parents ever saw it I would find it in the trash, or worse.

"No, not at all, in fact the only time we have even kissed was after a dance at the prom. And even then, it was not much of a kiss. Not much more than a peck on the lips." I looked down, suddenly realizing that I had never truly kissed anyone. Not a single kiss of passion. I had been out on a few dates, but never let them kiss me other than a quick peck.

Naomi must have sensed my thoughts. "Oh, that will change once you get into school. I was a real wallflower and bookworm before I got into school. All I did was run and study. I went to the prom but, now don't laugh or I will have to punch you, it was the only date I went on in high school. I mean, I had lots of friends, but I was sort of plain, wore glasses, had braces and just was not someone who had guys falling all over her. I was also skinny as a rail. I didn't even start wearing a bra until I got to Tempe. I guess I was your typical late bloomer."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing? I found it hard to believe that Naomi had ever been plain. I just sat there staring at her for a minute. How could beautiful woman ever have been an ugly ducking?

"Not that you are plain," Naomi misread my reaction. "In fact you are very beautiful. I find it real hard to believe that you don't have guys calling you all the time. I mean you have it all. You are smart, ambitious, in great shape, have a HOT body and a beautiful face. Just sitting here I have seen all the guys that have been checking you out."

I giggled, "You mean checking you out," I was blushing at everything Naomi had said, especially the part about my body. The way she had said HOT. I always liked my body, although like most young girls always felt I needed to lose a little weight, but never had I thought of myself as HOT. And to have this beautiful woman, who had one of the best bodies I had ever seen, see me as HOT made me squirm a little. Not just from modesty but also from the heat that was now radiating from between my legs.

Just then the pager informed us our table was ready.

When we sat down I noticed that for a Chinese restaurant the prices were a little steep. "You sure you want to treat me?" I asked after seeing the prices. "I have enough money to cover my own dinner." 

Naomi just laughed. "Actually it is Jim who is treating us. Did you really think I had that Miata from my student teacher salary, which by the way is nil? No, Jim has a great job and covers our bills, at least that is the plan until I get a teaching job. Even then, he will be making three times what I make, if not more. So you see, he is not only cute, but also rich." As if to make the point she ordered one of the more expensive things on the menu when the waiter took our order. I ordered a spicy orange shrimp dish that would have been out of my price range had I been paying. Naomi ordered us some appetizers, some dumplings and fried squid. She also ordered a glass of wine. I told the waiter I was fine with just water.

Now once again I was jealous. They way she talked of Jim said volumes. She was planning to marry him probably. Why did I always have to get crushes on women I would never be able to have. Why couldn't I be attracted to some of the butch girls at school, who everyone else whispered about? No, I was always attracted to beautiful, feminine women who were very heterosexual. I started to sulk.

Lucky for me Naomi wouldn't let me sulk long. She was a great conversationalist and we soon were talking about all sorts of subjects. She asked me how I could be a left wing liberal coming from such a conservative family. Daddy was known around town for his political contributions and support for the GOP. While he never actually ran for office, he had as much power as anyone else in the local party machine. He was also very vocal in his support for other right wing causes, including his anti-choice and anti-homosexual beliefs. He had led an assault on the local library board because it had books on its shelves that he believed were too pro-choice or 'promoted the homosexual agenda.'

"I guess I just don't believe what he does," I felt uncomfortable talking about this with Naomi, not knowing her political leanings. "I have learned not to talk politics or issues around the house, it always leads to a fight or worse. It is pretty much the same way at school. Everyone is so conservative that I feel uncomfortable expressing my own views."

Naomi laughed, "I can relate to that, although things will change a lot when you get to college. While Jim and I are compatible in almost every other way, we are from different sides of the political spectrum. The first time I met him was at a party and we spent the whole night arguing politics. He is actually more libertarian than republican, but still, some of his ideas make me shiver. If he wasn't pro-choice and a little more on the live and let live side of peoples' sexuality, even though he complains about gays and lesbians who he feels flaunt their gayness simply because they want to hold hands or kiss in public, I wouldn't be able to tolerate him. But even with his right wing ideas, he is generally a good person and I am also beginning to get him to see the error in some of his ways. Still, we stay away from politics most of the time."

"I can't imagine that," I said, amazed that anyone could be in love with someone who they disagreed with so much politically.

"You learn to live with it. I guess there really is something about what they say about opposites attracting. My parents were thrilled about me finding a nice conservative guy. He and my dad get along great. My mom was just relieved I was with a man." Naomi halted there for a second and then quickly changed the subject. "So besides running what other extra-curricular activities do you plan on doing in college?"

What had she meant by 'found a guy?' Why had she said her mother was 'relieved I was with a man?' Why had she so quickly changed the subject, like she hadn't meant to let that slip out? My mind was racing.

I realized that Naomi was staring at me. Then I realized I hadn't answered her question. "Oh, I don't know. If I get that scholarship I might not have time for much besides classes and track." But my mind was still focused on those words, 'relieved I was with a man.'

"You might change your mind once you get to school." Naomi seemed to be trying to make conversation and make it quickly. "I got involved in some of the political groups, a few other fun groups and a lot on inter-mural sports teams. So much of school is what you do beyond your classes."

Just then, the waiter arrived with our appetizers. They were delicious, but still, what said about her mother kept my mind from focusing on anything else.

We made small talk through the rest of dinner, Naomi suddenly staying far away from any discussions of her and Jim or anything else. Even when I probed she quickly changed the subject.

I even tried the blunt approach. "So did you date a lot of people in when you were an undergrad? I mean, you said you only met Jim about a year ago. You probably had guys falling all over themselves trying to date you."

"Oh, it wasn't anything like that. I didn't really date much. Hey, isn't this food great," Naomi quickly changed the subject again. I decided not to try and press anymore.

When dinner was over Naomi put the bill on her credit card and we headed over to the movie theaters. I had seen most of the movies with friends of mine and Naomi had seen the others with Jim. The only movie neither of us had seen was something called "Bound."

Neither of us had heard anything about the film.

The movie turned out to be a story of a mobster's girlfriend and her lesbian lovers plan to bump the mobster off and take off with his money. To say I was uneasy watching the movie would be an understatement. Add to that the fact that the lesbian love scenes made me sopping wet and unable to sit still only made things worse. I was often squirming in my seat. I noticed Naomi seemed to also be having a problem sitting still.

We sat there through the whole movie, not saying a word. Even when the movie was over, all Naomi could mutter was, "Well, we probably should get you home. Let's go."

We walked back to the valet station in silence. Neither of us spoke again until we started to drive off.

"Well, that movie was certainly interesting," I finally broke the silence.

"Yes," was all Naomi said in return. But a few minutes later she did say, "Did you like the movie?"

"Well, it was sort of predictable up to a point," I replied. "But I guess I liked it. It was a lot different than the movies I usually go to with friends. In fact, I really can't imagine many of my friends liking that movie."

"Why, because of the lesbians?" It seemed like Naomi was relaxing a little more.

"Yea, most of my friends are from church and they wouldn't have dealt with the subject well. They tend to think that stuff like that is sick." I was turned away from Naomi, watching the students as ASU enjoying the warm night.

"You said they, does that mean you don't?" Naomi seemed to be trying to act casual.

"Well, I guess I figure that peoples sexuality are their own business. I don't really feel the same way as I am supposed to according to the church and my parents," I turned to look at Naomi but her eyes were glued to the road ahead. "I mean, I see nothing wrong with two people who love each other showing it, even if they are both women." I couldn't believe I had actually said that. Now all I could do was wait and see what Naomi did.

It was silent for a moment, but I thought I saw a small smile creep across Naomi's lips. Finally she said, "That is how I feel too. I don't see anything wrong with two women sharing their love for each other." Just then she turned onto the highway that led from Tempe to Mesa and accelerated. The wind with the top down made further discussion impractical.

Unfortunately my house was not far from the exit from the highway so by the time we got off the exit where we could talk it was only about a minute to my house. We hadn't said another word to each other until Naomi pulled in my driveway. It was past my curfew, but my parents said that since I was with Naomi not to worry about it for tonight.

"I will call you later this week," Naomi said, never shutting her car off. "It is only two more weeks until States. We probably should plan on another workout next Saturday, and why don't we plan on going out afterwards again, because we really will need to talk a little strategy for States."

"Okay, sounds good, but this time I will pay," I said as I got out of the car.

"Oh, I was thinking maybe I would just make something over at my place. I have some tapes of the other runners as well as their times there. We could have something to eat and then watch the tapes, if that is okay with you," I swear I saw Naomi take a look at my bottom as I was climbing out of the car.

"That would be fine," I said while I was thinking that it actually would be great. But then I remembered him. "Are you sure Jim won't mind a third for dinner?"

"Oh, he will be away in Vegas on a gold outing with some friends, so we will have the place all to ourselves," Naomi was looking me right in the eyes as she said that.

I just smiled back at her, "That would be great then. I will plan on it."

Naomi roared down the street in her little convertible. I stood there, not believing what I heard.

I went into the house and my mother was up. She said she had just come down to make herself a cup of tea, but I knew she had been waiting for me. We talked a little about what we had done, although I avoided telling her the movie we saw. I did tell her that I would be doing something similar next week. That Naomi wanted to spend some time going over the plans for States. I didn't tell her that it would be taking place at Naomi's apartment.

When Mom had finally satisfied herself that everything was on the up and up, that I hadn't been out with some boy after my training session with Naomi, she went up to bed. I did also, but the last thing on my mind was sleep.

I couldn't believe everything that happened that night. I checked them off in my brain. The choice of the movie, well, it was the only thing neither of had seen or that sounded at least a little interesting to either of us. The reference to her mother's feelings of relief that she was with a man, not had found a man or something like that, but was with a man. Who else had she been with? Her discussion of the lesbianism in the movie, and her saying that she saw nothing wrong with two women being together. Finally at the car, inviting me to have dinner at her apartment, and stressing that we would have the place all to ourselves. All this was running through my mind as I undressed and climbed into bed. All this was running through my mind as my fingers explored my body, as they had so many times before. I knew I had to be quiet, but I was so horny that I just had to touch myself. But as I did, as I fantasized about the evening and what would happen next week, doubts crept into my mind.

Couldn't all of it have been innocent? I mean, there was nothing there that I could call a come on, or even a hint, except when I spun it he way I wanted it to go. The movie, neither of us knew what it was about when we walked into it, it was just released. The relief of her mother, wouldn't any mother be happy to see her daughter land a handsome and successful man like Jim? The discussion, just natural after seeing a movie like that, and her knowing my religious upbringing. The following weekend, where the hell else could we watch tapes? What did I expect, her to bring pizza into the locker room after the workout? As the doubts crept over me my fingers started to slow down, and then stop. Suddenly I wasn't feeling sexy or horny anymore. Instead I felt foolish and frustrated as I rolled over in went to sleep. Still, my dreams that night replaced the women in the movie with Naomi and myself. We weren't killing anyone. We were just making love.

All week my mind went back and forth. Was she really coming onto me? Was she dropping hints? Or did I just have an over active imagination because of my crush on her? I was moody, so much so that my friends all started making PMS jokes. My parents even noticed it. I just told everyone I was focusing on States and that was what was going on. And I was focusing on States. I was working as hard as I ever had, following the training Naomi had left with Coach Lopez to the letter. My times were steadily improving and now the key would be not to peak before States.

Thursday night Naomi called. She seemed upset about something, but was just calling to confirm Saturday. She asked if I would mind if we started a little earlier. I told her I had to work and she said she understood.

"Coach, are you alright," I finally came out and asked her.

"Yea, just some personal things going on, nothing that you need to worry about. I want you to focus on States. I have looked at the tapes from our competition and I think I see a weakness. We will go over it on Saturday." There was more she wanted to say, but it just hung there in the air. Something was going on. "Oh, and one more thing, do you think your parents would mind if you drove your own car. I just know it is going to a late night, and if you could drive yourself home."

"Yes, I am sure that I can borrow one of their cars," I said wondering what else was going on. "And if not, my brother is home from school for the weekend and he might let me borrow his car."

"Well, if you can it would help," again she paused. What was going on? "Well, I will see you Saturday. And if you can get off earlier give me a call."

"Okay," I had never heard Naomi like this, but it worried me. "I will see you Saturday. You sure you still want to do this?"

"Now more than ever," and then she hung up.

If I was confused before that phone call I was really messed up afterwards, the next two days I was walking around in a haze. Now not just wondering if there was something there or if my imagination was just running wild, but also worrying about Naomi and what was going on with her.




Coach



She isn't sure what to think of the new coach. After all, she adored the one who left, but higher pay for a school teacher is hard to resist. Still, she thought they were friends and here it is, her senior year, and he just had to go. This one, he's noticeably older than them and doesn't seem like he has coached a girls' team in his career. She had expected someone either young and inexperienced or older with experience. Getting someone in between is strange. He knows how to coach, but he just doesn't seem to understand the tenuous dynamics of a group of tightly knit women. The only thing he has going for is his looks. 

She is frustrated with his cocky manner thinly veiling that ignorance. Even after the three hard hours of practice, she still has the energy of an axe to grind. She stays late, lapping the field a few more times as the others head home. A few call to her, asking if she wants a lift. Even though she is 18, her parents still haven't let her get a job or, at the very least, ponied up for a car on their own. Ah well, she will run another lap for them. By the time she is done, her muscles are aching and all she can think of is getting to the large hot tub in the very well appointed locker room as she crosses the field after the last lap.

She slips out of the drenched clothes, her body protesting the stretch of her arms over her head, and groans as she sinks down slowly into the steaming water. She nearly falls asleep in the comforting heat, letting her muscles relax and float slightly off the seat. 

The sound of the door startles her out of her dozing, "Coach? Is that you?"

She tries to turn quickly but her sleepy muscles resist the impulse, hearing his voice before she seems him. 

"You know, the other girls seem to follow your lead," he says, answering her question by walking towards her. "But you don't seem to talk much, at least not around me." He sits on the tub-side bench, removing his shoes and socks. 

Her defenses raise finally, she reaches for the towel on the bench, her brow wrinkled with concern. He drops the second sock from him hand instantly, grabbing her outstretched arm. "Maybe you just need to get to know me better," he says over her yelp. He turns her arm, exposing the inside of her wrist, quickly placing a firm, tender kiss there. She is surprised by how her mind wanders instantly, thinking about how those lips might feel other places. 

But wait, this bastard just took her towel from her. She knew she could outrun him if she needed to, but she had used as much of her energy as possible without collapsing to clear her head. Now, those lips were moving up her arm, cool compared to the heat of the water, towards her neck. She tries to shy away from him, her other hand over her chest, trying to figure a way out of this.

Those kisses though, dancing over the taut, sensitive skin of her neck, make her head fog with more ideas. She had wanted him after all, let her eyes linger on him maybe a bit too long, 'Maybe he had noticed. Or maybe he hadn't. Would that be better or worse?' He guides her arm back into the water and she watches as he kneels behind her, almost hugging her as he lets his hands break the gentle tension of the water's surface. 

His touch is cool on her belly for only a second before the water warms his skin. His hands slide effortlessly up her body, cupping her breasts in his hands. She is startled by his straightforward touch as she feels his palms cover the rounded flesh. The kisses continue on the back of her neck as he, in rhythm, massages with his palms and fingers, easing back and forth into the muscle underneath. She waits, breathing deeply, but then he starts being rough with the her and she lets out a soft moan. 

More hungry then tender now, his kisses work on her neck, occasionally taking little sucks as he moves, making the skin rise up into the heat and moisture of his mouth. She catches herself wondering, again, just how his mouth would feel other places.

He sinks behind her now, wrapping his arms completely around her to lift her out of the water. He leaves her standing there, naked, half in the warm heat of water, half cooling uncomfortably in the air. He takes her towel, winks ever so coyly at her, then lays it across the bench. He comes back to the bath, lifting her into his arms, and carries her to the towel, laying her out naked to dry. The benches are thin and she decides to keep only one foot up, the other down on the floor.

She watches as he moves, pulling off his now damp shirt, removing the strained fabric of the gym shorts. Her eyes are locked between his legs, his cock entirely aroused and now as exposed as she is. She starts to contemplate their now fairly even footing, she feels a bit better now after her bath, maybe she could outrun-

But then that mouth. That mouth with its full lips, easing apart her own, then widening to suck, as if her whole vulva were at stake to this suction. He eases back, sucking just the upper part of her lips now, her clitoris buried in the other sensitive flesh. His hunger builds, evident in the increase of his suction, slowly teasing out the rest of her lips, only her clit remaining in his mouth. His tongue makes flickering dashes at her, pushing it back and forth, covering it with a wetness the makes every touch more noticeable, every nerve more alert. She hears herself moaning, feels her nails grazing up his back, hoping to send chills through him as he is doing to her.

Her noises seem to encourage him, his manipulations there growing more heated, now pushing the delicate skin back and forth, then circling it, always keeping it massaged, giving in to the primal pleas for attention as it grows more solid, protruding from the hood. Her erect nipples catch his eye and he reaches up to them, using his upper arms to hold her legs spread for his mouth. He runs his palms lightly over them before kneading them, hoping to thrill her further. Her breath becomes harder at the attention, her fingers start to press into the skin of his neck. 

He eases his play from her whole breast to just her nipples, at turns rubbing them softly, then pinching, lacing the pleasure of his tongue with the sharp pain. With every pinch, her back arches further, her breath changing more into moans than simple breath, slowly beginning to grind up at him, her hips turning outwards, presenting her pleasure to him.

She catches one of his hands in hers and, lifting her head, takes his middle finger into his mouth. His other hand falls away, she loses track of it for a moment before feeling pressure at her opening. She sucks hard on his finger as he presses not one, but two fingers in through the flesh of her opening. He begins exploring, his fingers seemingly only entering together, exploring the tender muscle, pushing away the ache of arousal for a brief moment, only for it to return twofold. 

He moans, feeling her mouth on his finger, the vibration adding to the sensation of his lips holding her clit captive, now wantonly sucking it and licking as his fingers find and massage her g-spot. His moan is enough to push her over the edge, giving in to the want of her body, her hips grinding the silky wetness onto his face. His tongue laps at her opening now, tasting her pleasure as it rocks through her. 

She lays back as the waves pass and with a kiss to her wetness, his mouth travels upwards, his finger in place, still dancing inside her, tasting the just perceptible sheen of sweat on her belly. As he reaches her breasts, his mouth pleases the one while he fingers tease the other, enveloping her nipple with the heat and pressure of his mouth as he sucks longingly. She moans, touching every inch of his back. Then, as they are swollen with desire, he bites at them, sending an irresistible twinge of pain across her chest, adding to her pleasure. Her fingers dig into the muscle of his back as the tension begins to rise again.

Suddenly, he pulls away completely, taking a few steps back, watching the flushed, wanting face turn to surprise. "Oh, why did you do this to me? Waiting after practice, just to take advantage of me. For what, some favor?"

She is shocked, the word 'what' caught in her throat. 'Me? He started this!'

"On all fours, naughty girl!" he demands suddenly, pointing to the floor by the bench. She is not sure what else to do, so she obeys with a quick, "Yes, Coach."

He stands for a moment, looking at her so exposed, her ass pleasantly up in the air. The cold locker room floor, so different from his warm, wonderful mouth, adds to her arousal and dismay. But her arousal wins, she finds herself wiggling her hips slightly, hoping to entice him.

He moves behind her, holding her hip with one hand, pushing his head into her quickly, then slowly pushing aside the tightness of her, filling her. She moans loudly, giving in completely to her want now, not caring if anyone catches them. His second hand comes firmly down on the swell of her ass and she squeals, thrilled with a pain that only makes her ravenous for him to plunge in and out of her. 

Though the plunging doesn't come, instead, he continues to slap her until she starts to rock onto him with her hips. He calls her 'naughty' again, but it is through a moan of the pleasure of her body moving on him. She leans forward then back, slamming into him with the leverage of her arms and legs. He switches hands, holding her now red side with one hand and smacking the other pale cheek to match it. 

When that work is done, more quickly on this one then the first, he reaches around and slaps one of her breasts, making her groan and jump with the pain and after he slaps the other one she seems on the verge of sobs. Her genuine response seems to be enough and he grabs her hips, his thumbs pressing into the angry red skin. He holds her still as he thrusts into her again and again, his rhythm near to perfect, as his speed and force grow as he continues to fill her. 

He sees the sweat of her arousal beading on her back as he thrusts into her, hears her moan a split-second before she tightens around him, her body resisting his exits. He continues through her orgasm, the challenge of pushing into the moist grip thrills him, his moans telling her that he, too, is close. 

"More," she gasps. 

He begins to thrust into her harder, she feels bruises forming from his impact. He seems frustrated by the amount of force he can bring to her, and so he lifts her arms and lowers her to the hard floor. Her breasts ease against it, filling them with a soothing cold that makes their connection only that much more heated to her. He grasps her wrists together in one of his, making her prisoner to the very hardest of his fucks.

She complies fully, breathing hard and fast, mindlessly awaiting the next orgasm. The friction warms her whole body, his now bucking frame sending his balls to sometimes come in contact with her clit. She thrusts back at him, trying to get the feeling with each of his movements. Holding her wrists with one hand, he smacks her ass every time he exits her. 

She cries out, in passionate agony. He groans, nearly howling, as the first pulses of his orgasm hit him. She tightens consciously around him, adding more pressure to his finish. Then, as she feels his heat spreading into her deeply, her body tightens on its own and she moans, shuddering, with another climax. His force decreases but his speed somehow increases during his orgasm, driving with the slick heat. 

He pulls her hips tightly to him as the pleasure fades, murmuring. He releases her and then playfully smacks her ass again. 

She stands, wobbly from his force and their pleasure and studies his face. He looks her over, "I think you need another bath, young lady."

"Coach?" she says, still dazed. He takes her hand and guides her back to the tub, helping her ease into it. She yelps as her beaten skin touches the water, but it is soon soothed.

"Now we know each other, hm?" he says, smiling rather sleepily himself. 

"Yes, but-"

"Look, you think about it. If you want to get to know me even better, stay after practice again. If not, no hard feelings-"

"And you won't tell? Either way."

"Of course not."

She nods and smiles broadly, sinking into the tub, as he gathers his clothes and heads to the office.



Coach



Warm wind pressed my shorts against my body, making my uniform tighter. I shot across the field, kicking the ball in and out of cones, panting and shaking. I never let the ball get away from me if I could help it. I did not want to let him down. With one final thrust of my foot the ball was in the goal. The front part of my damp hair hung low over my face and I pushed it back.

It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was keen to keep up with soccer. I had just gotten a new coach, who had promised he would help me win a game for the first time in my life. We had only been practicing for a few weeks but I knew I felt close to him.

Coach walked over to me and set his hand on my shoulder. The weight and size of his hand had always stood out to me. They were hardened by his years yet soft on the underside. 

"Nice shot", Coach said. 

Coach had a way of talking out of the side of his mouth, a quirk I found annoying and yet incredibly sexy. He was tall and stocky in his red shorts, and his whistle hung low to his waist. His hat was backwards and I was sure his eyes were smiling behind his sunglasses. Every time I looked at him I could only do it quickly, and always looked away bright red. I hoped he thought my red face was from running. 

"Thanks, do you think I'm any good?", I said with a small smile. He turned me to face him. 

"I think you're a natural. The way you move across the field, It's almost...." His words tapered. His hand left my shoulder and I panicked inside. I wanted to feel that warmth again. 

From behind the sunglasses I saw the coach look me over. My legs, firm from running and dotted with sweat, shifted from nervousness. I was thin but firm, a little tall for my age but that was never a problem for guys. I don't know what he saw when he looked into my eyes. 

"Lets go to my car, I have drinks", he decided. I followed him across the park and into the parking lot. He opened the trunk to his small car. The sun began to set as he handed me a drink and slammed the trunk. 

"Want to sit on the swings?" I offered. I was still tired from practice. He agreed and we set out to the swings. I sat on the middle one and chugged the last of the blue liquid down. Coach was twisting his class ring on the his finger, watching me tip the bottle straight up. Oh my god. While my head was upturned I was sure that I had seen movement in Coach's shorts. His hands hung over his crotch, concealing everything. My heart shook violently. He took his sunglasses and set them on his head. His eyes were usually the color of peridot, but now were dark and clouded by his thoughts. He stepped forward and leaned down. His lips were thinner than mine but fit my mouth perfectly. My dick was so hard it hurt as it pushed against my shorts, begging to tear the fabric. My dick was lost in Coach's grip and I began to feel faint. His tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, around my lips, finding my neck. He squeezed and pulled gently at my dick through my shorts. 

Suddenly, he pulled back, away from me. For a moment I thought he was leaving and I almost screamed. He wouldn't, couldn't do that to me. He looked me over again with a curious expression on his face. As usual, I didn't know what he saw. A boy gripping the chains on the swings so tight his hands might break, probably. He always looked at me, his eyes inspecting every inch of body, every birthmark. I lifted my shirt and pulled it from me. He let out a little laugh, looking at my nipples, the small creases in my body. 

Coach stepped forward and pulled down his pants. His cock flopped out and rested lightly on his balls. Even though it wasn't fully hard, it was huge. The head was large and looked impossibly soft. He saw me suck in my breath and lick my lips. With a a little swagger he walked over and put his hand behind my head, guiding me to his hips. His cock rested in my mouth, responding to the small movements of my tongue. It swelled and took up the majority of the space. My tongue flicked underneath it like a small flame to a log. I wanted to touch all of it with my tongue and moaned as I hungrily shoved more into my face. I choked a little when the tip of my nose touched his pubic hair. 

A small sound escaped Coach's mouth as I pulled back a little and went for it again. His big fingers twisted in my hair trying to get a hold. I sucked as hard as I could and it wasn't long before his hips were moving back and forth against my face. Coach grunted as I pulled my head off his massive dick to catch my breath. A small thread of spit stuck to the glistening head and my gaping mouth. He looked at me in disbelief. "Damn kid, where'd you learn to suck a cock like that?" 

"I don't know", I smiled coyly and wiped my lips, looking into his eyes for approval. I found longing and hunger in them, small sparks desire crackling. 

"Get to the slide, pronto." Coach pointed a few yards away to a small slide. I looked at him confused. The sound of his whistle shot through the air like an arrow. I jumped up. I looked around to see if anyone had heard as I ran to the slide. Coach jogged right behind me, as if he thought I might run away. 

He ripped my shorts off, leaving me standing there in my cleats and nothing else. He picked me up and lay on the slide, holding my weight up with ease. He crouched and put his face under me. His tongue slipped around my asshole, applying warm pressure and wet kisses. He let me down gently and I slipped down the slide to my feet. Coach spit in his hand wiped down his dick quickly. He picked me back up on the slide, his hands gripping the soft flesh behind my knees. 

"Take deep breaths", Coach said quickly as he aligned his dick with my pink asshole. I took a sharp breath when the tip of his cock pressed against the muscles of my sphincter. He pushed forward with his hips. I wanted to scream. Never had I felt such pain. I gripped his dick with my body and tried to breathe deep. Further and further he stuffed, and my breathing got shorter and more rapid. My ass was burning in pain. I looked into Coach's eyes which looked distant, then caught my gaze and hardened. 

"Deep breaths, remember?" 

I shook my head in agreement and tried to steady my breathing. Coach began to massage my insides with his penis, slowly working the tension inside me loose. His cock felt enormous inside of me, impossibly big. I watched the muscles in his arms stretch as he held me up and I liked the shape of his mouth as he pushed in and out. My body began to feel limp rather than electrocuted. He pushed all the way inside of me and I shook suddenly. 

Coach gritted his teeth. Faster and faster he fucked me, each thrust trying to reach new heights inside me. Groans and grunts escaped his chest as he tightened his grip on my legs. My head shot forward and I felt my eyes pinch close. I opened them and saw Coach's face. There was aggression written all over it, but not anger. His eyes met mine and he bit his lip. Through squinty eyes he asked me if I liked having my asshole fucked. I wanted to respond but I couldn't find my voice. I let my head hit the back of the slide. 

Suddenly the thrusts weakened and I looked down to my waist. Coach's cock pulled out of my ass and he set me down. I had never felt so empty when his dick left my body. He looked down at me with a sense of power and authority. His smirk would have brought me to my knees if I hadn't already been sitting. 

He pulled his shorts back over his hips and knelt down. He kissed me again, not with the same hunger but with gratitude. Coach kissed my neck and I almost purred. His hand lightly stroked my forgotten dick. When his lips kissed the head of my dick I felt the world spin. Slowly he began sucking me off. My dick, not nearly as large as his, was easily lost in the dark softness of his mouth. 

I watched the top of his head, still covered by his hat, as it twisted and turned, up and down, on my shaking cock. Slowly something in me began to rise, begging to be released. My orgasm felt like it shook the ground like lightning. I felt my thick cum spurt out of me and Coach swallowed all of it as if it were water. His head lifted up to look at me and I saw his tongue slowly cross his mouth from side to side. 

"You taste sweet. Like a peach". I had to clear my throat to speak. 

"When can I see you again?" My breathing had returned to normal and I looked up at him patiently. 

"We practice three times a week, you know that." 

With a quick sarcastic laugh he turned and walked away. I sat on the slide, still stunned. I put on my uniform and then pushed my damp hair back away from my face and smiled. I had almost made it back to my car before I realized I had forgotten something. I ran across the park, across the field until I found the soccer ball we had forgotten. I dribbled it all the way back to the car with a new lightheartedness that I had never had on the field before.



Coach



I: New Beginnings

The gentle river filled the air with a soft "hushing" sound as it flowed over the smooth rocks. The water was cool, not unusual for this brisk autumn day. Jun dipped his hand into it, letting the water caress his pale skin. He often came here alone, especially if he needed to think, or escape the harsh troubles of reality. The serene setting was absolutely tranquil; the lush foliage now crisping into an array of yellows, reds and oranges complimented the browning of the grass just right.

Jun sighed. He was starting his senior year of high school at a brand new school in a brand new state. He knew absolutely no one in this fairly large city. Not that he had much to leave behind anyways; his old school life was a hazy blur. His small, pale body structure had earned him much names and insults from the more muscular guys and his shyness had kept him from making much friends. He peered into the river and stared at his reflection.

At eighteen years old, he looked more like a little twelve year old boy. But then again, most Asians often looked younger than what they really were. Jun sighed again. He was only half Japanese, half American, so his unique racial makeup had caused some narrow minded people to stray away.

"Maybe this is a blessing," he mumbled to himself. "A new place to start fresh."

He hopped to his feet, snapping out of his self wallowing in despair and marched straight back home, flopping on his bed. School started in two days; he needed to be ready - not that he was worried to begin with. 

"Jun?" his mom called from downstairs. "Are you there?"

Jun gave a grunt of acknowledgement and peeked out of his room. "Yeah. Why?"

"Your father and I talked to the principal of your school. He says they have an excellent and wide array of classes!" she exclaimed. "You're sure to excel there. Oh, and we reserved you a spot in a Japanese II class. Brush up on your skills."

Jun's mother was white, but spoke fluent Japanese. His father was a Japanese-English translator, so naturally, he'd be able to speak both fluently. Jun, on the other hand, barely knew anything, only a few Hiragana characters here and there.

"Come on!" his father cried out. "Let's go take a tour of your school! It's open house tonight! Hurry!"

Jun groaned. He didn't like the sharp tone his parents used with him, and was nervous about stepping foot on that campus. But after minutes of protesting, he finally gave in and went to look at Eastwood High's campus.

It was enormous and clean! Palm trees decorated the campus with tall sandy brick buildings; it looked like a beachside resort instead. 

"Maybe this won't be so bad," Jun said to himself as he navigated the crowded walkway. He looked around and was amazed at the diversity. Jocks, scholars, Goths, skaters, anime fans, etc. - he absorbed them all. Smiling a little, he walked into the main building to retrieve his schedule.

It was really noisy in the lobby with chattering students gossiping about the latest trends and rumors. He approached the lady at the desk with a small forced smile. 

"Hi. Koda. Jun Koda."

The lady flickered through the stack of papers until she found his. "Senior? Wow! You look young!"

Jun smiled although beneath his innocent exterior was a violent little kid furiously cursing the lady. He hated being called "young, cute, innocent," or anything related to his appearance. He knew he looked like a kid with his smooth, milky skin and adorable face that random strangers couldn't resist pinching, but that irritated him to no end. Of course, his shyness prevented any of that from showing.

So instead, he kindly took his schedule from her hands and walked away. He studied his classes and locations, committing them all to memory. Jun was blessed with a near perfect memory. He was able to see something once, memorize it, and move on. It was the reason he excelled through school quickly.

He tossed his schedule in the trash can and turned to walk away, before bumping into solid wall. That solid wall, however, was actually the well muscled back of a tall, handsome jock, dressed in fancy Abercrombie clothes.

Jun was shocked and looked up to apologize heavily, only to be stopped by a handsome face that stole his breath away. 

"Hi," the wall said, extending out a hand. "You lost? Everwood Middle is just down the road." He pointed to a building not too far from here.

Jun quickly snapped back to reality. "No, I'm not," he replied in a firm voice. "I go here. I'm a senior."

The jock's eyes widened with shock. "Really?!" He turned to call his other equally handsome friends. "Hey guys! This kid's a senior!"

Jun looked away. He already knew what would follow - endless teasing about him needing a bottle of milk or a pacifier. They were all incredibly hot, but their attitude would turn him off.

As the group of handsome jocks approached him, he must've let some of the anger to the surface, for the first guy took notice.

"Hey don't scowl like that," he said in a reassuring voice. "You'll wreck your skin. My name's Aaron. With two A's." He laughed in a low sexy voice.

Jun blushed. "I'm Jun."

The two shook hands as his Aaron's friends came over. 

Instead of teasing him like Jun anticipated, they instead merely introduced themselves as Zac, Josh, and Nathan. The four handsome guys towered over the 5'3 Jun. They were all much taller than him.

They made small talk, asking him where he came from, what he liked to do, and what kind of girls he liked. Jun shrugged his shoulders to evade that last question though. He was gay and was not prepared to tell such guys that he was.

'Ask me what I like in a guy though,' he thought to himself. 'I'll ride all of you in an instant!'

The four jocks then shook hands with Jun again and dismissed themselves.

"Well," Jun said, surprised at the unexpected friends he made, "that was nice."

II: Matthew Herring

The bell rang loudly at 7:15 am. Homeroom was now in session. They went over the basics - bell scheduling, tardies, punishment, code of ethics, etc. Jun wasn't paying any attention to it. He scanned his eyes around his class to find any eye candy. None. Most, if not all, the guys in his homeroom were your typical rough looking thugs.

He sighed. 'Why couldn't these guys be like Travis Owens Parker?' Jun thought.

He pulled out his latest Starship Enterprises magazine from his backpack, filled with the latest technology from the hottest company, which happened to be owned by the hottest man on earth. Travis graced the cover of the magazine with his seductive smile, flashing the perfect white teeth, contrasting his nice golden tan skin.

'Oh! I'm pretty sure he's a beast in bed, too,' Jun thought as he put it away.

The bell rang, snapping him out of his erotic thoughts. Jun closed his eyes, recalling his first block class. 'Swimming I. Gymnasium.'

He groaned. Jun hated any physical education classes, mainly because of his insecurity of his small frame compared to the bigger and more athletic bodies. He wasn't scrawny, though. Just lean.

He walked into the gym and took a seat on the bleachers, secluded. He watched as more people came in. Expecting the teacher to be some old fat butt, he scanned the entire gym for anyone who looked even anything like a teacher. No one. Only young handsome jocks walked in.

The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class change period. Jun looked around. 

'Yes!' Jun thought and smiled. 'Only 6 people in my class! And ... from the looks of it, they're all hot guys! Really hot guys.'

Jun bit his lip to hide his excitement. Contrary to his innocent looks, Jun was actually a very naughty kid, filling his head with erotic thoughts of men almost 24/7.

"Where's the teacher?" he asked softly to no one in particular.

There were three jocks laughing and chatting amongst themselves, with one listening to music and the other devastatingly handsome one writing something down on a clipboard.

Jun knew that that one clearly was the hottest. His short spiky brown hair went well with his naturally tan skin. He was tall too. He put his clipboard down and walked to the lines on the floor, blowing his whistle.

"Alright!" he yelled in a sexy, deep, commanding voice. "Seems like no one else is showing so let's get the show started!"

'What an asshole,' Jun thought. 'Why are all the hot ones such asses? Look at him! He thinks he runs the place. Psh. Let's see him get in trouble with the teacher.'

The sexy man gripped his hands together. "My name is Matthew Herring. You can call me Coach Herring or you can call me Matthew, Matt. Whichever you prefer."

Jun's mouth dropped. THAT was the teacher!

"I'm 24," Matthew continued on, "uh, graduated college not too long ago, and uh, sports are my passion! That does it for my intro. You there!" He pointed towards an isolated Jun. "Come on down! Let us hear ya!"

Jun gulped nervously. His shyness returned and threw any perverted thoughts out. He slowly rose from his seat and walked down.

"Hey! There's the little guy!"

Jun turned to his other four classmates: Josh, Zac, Nathan, and Aaron. He relaxed a bit, knowing that his classmates weren't total strangers.

Jun took in a deep breath before speaking. He was shy, so his voice wasn't booming and charismatic like Matt's.

"I'm Jun Koda. Half Japanese, half American. Um, I like reading and -."

Matt interrupted his introduction. "Come on, dude! Louder! Speak with thunder!"

Jun blushed, which was very apparent against his pale skin. He spoke again with a slight raise in volume. "And I can't swim."

Silence.

Nodding, Matthew patted him on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "Alright, thank you ... Jun. Nice to know you can't swim. Well don't worry. I'll fix that reeaal soon."

Jun walked back to his seat blushing harder than ever. Matt's deep sexy voice kept repeating in his head, especially with those playful words. The rest of his classmates introduced themselves, but Jun only focused on Matt's handsome face. He had a big thing for tan guys, and Matt was no exception. 

His tan looked natural, unlike the horrible salon induced ones. Every time he smiled, he showed his white teeth, with unusually pronounced canine teeth, like cute little fangs. 'This guy,' Jun thought, 'this guy might actually be my Travis Owens Parker.' 

III: Better Times

A week had passed since school started. Everyone was already acquainted with their classes and teachers and classmates. Jun was. Despite his small, petite frame, he really enjoyed Swimming class. Mainly because Matt's voice and presence hypnotized him.

"Hey! Jun!"

The booming voice snapped Jun out of his trance. Matthew was walking over to the dazed boy. Towering over him, he glared down. 

"Daydreaming, much?" Matt asked sarcastically. "Maybe you'd like to run some laps. I understand it's the morning time, but come on! Enough with the laziness!"

Jun looked down, trying to hide his blushing embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Coach Herring," he replied meekly.

The teacher shook his head slowly. "Nah, that doesn't sound right coming from you. Just call me Matthew. Or Matt."

Jun looked up, happy to be on a first name basis with such a hot man. "Okay!"

Matt smiled, showing his cute little white fangs. "Rise, kiddo. It's lap time."

Aaron and the other jocks snickered playfully at Jun's unfortunate predicament.

Jun was confused. "What? Why? I'm not dozing off anymore! Or daydreaming!"

Matt frowned. "I don't like back talking. Ten laps around the gym. If you walk, it's an extra five for you!"

Jun got up and started to protest but stopped. He knew it would be pointless. Starting off in a slow steady pace, he went faster; his slim body prancing across the glossy floor.

Matt turned to the other guys. "Alright, through that door over there is the pool. I want you gentlemen to get in and I'll be there in a sec, alright?"

Aaron and his buddies nodded while heading out, leaving Jun alone with Matt. As Jun glanced over to Matt, he swore he could've seen a small smirk creep across Matt's sharp handsome face.

'Maybe it was my imagination,' Jun thought as he ran. 'Wow, that guy is hot.'

Matt picked up his papers and clipboard off the bleachers and headed into his office off to the side. It was a while before he came back out, dressed in white swim shorts and a white skin tight tank top. Jun nearly tripped over himself at the sight.

He couldn't help but gawk at the marvelous man before him. The white went well with his tan skin. And those arms! 

'My god!' Jun thought. 'Those are some hot arms! I wonder what it would be like to be thrown around by him?'

Jun gasped as he felt his pants tighten. He purposely tripped, trying to hide his Matthew Herring induced erection.

Matt turned and walked over, making sure he was alright. "You okay, kiddo?"

Jun bit his lip. He loved it when Matt called him that. "Yeah, just tripped. I'll be fine."

Matt's face turned into one of worry. "Hey look, you can stop now. If you've learned your lesson in daydreaming, that is." He chuckled in a low and gentle voice.

Jun smiled and returned the laugh. "Yes sir, I think I have. Can I go now?"

Matt nodded slightly and patted him on the back. "Get in the pool, kiddo."

Beaming now, Jun got up and walked side by side with Matt. He towered over him. "God, you're tall," Jun admired. 

"I'm only 6'1," Matt replied, not even glancing at him. "Still pretty short."

Jun shook his head. "You look fine to me." He instantly regretted saying it. 'Why did I say that?!' he thought to himself. 'Now he's gonna think I'm some creep!' He looked up to see if Matt had noticed anything. 'Judging from the nonchalant look on his face, I'd say not,' Jun thought and smiled.

IV: The Attendance Lady

Jun walked into the pool to find Aaron, Zac, Josh, and Nathan had already shed their clothes off and hopped in. Although they were all well built and handsome, Jun thought they had nothing on Matt. He shed his clothes as well, revealing his pale and slender body.

As he slid into the pool, he could've sworn the other guys had stopped talking and stared for split second. They resumed afterwards, although on a quieter scale. Matt walked in with a bunch of posters held tightly under his magnificent arms. He set them up on a stand nearby.

"Alright!" his loud voice boomed, echoing in the dimly lit pool. "I don't have anything special planned right now, 'cause my lesson plans are currently at home. So here!" He pointed to the various posters with swimming postures and techniques on it. "Try to see if you all can do of these for the moment. I'm gonna run back to my office. I'll be back in a bit."

After Matt exited, the other guys started playing around. Since they already knew how to swim, they merely goofed off, completely ignoring Jun and the posters.

Feeling a bit grumpy, Jun climbed out of the shallow end, dried himself off with a towel and marched right back into Matt's office. He stopped outside the narrowly opened door as he heard another voice in there. A female voice.

"Come on, Matt!" the woman said, almost in a begging manner. "We're only young once!"

Jun heard Matt chuckle in that low and sexy way. "That's true. Can I get back to you on this? I got a class right now."

"But aren't they in the pool?" Jun recognized this voice now. It was the same as the lady who gave him his schedule on open house.

"Yeah. But still, there's not enough time right now for one," Matt replied, almost in a stern and commanding tone.

The woman huffed. "Fine. But I want it soon!" With that, Jun heard heels clicking on the floor, nearing the door.

Panicking, Jun ran back down the hall to the entrance doors of the pool, making it seem like he just came from there. The woman walked out of Matt's office and smiled as she saw Jun walking up.

"Oh! Hello there!" she called out. She bent down a little, resting her hands on her knees as if she was talking to a short little kid. "Remember me?"

'Hell yeah,' Jun thought angrily to himself but put on a sweet innocent face. "Of course! You work at the front desk!"

The woman smiled beautifully. "Yes! My name is Ms. Landon. I actually work as the attendance coordinator, so if you have any attendance issues, you know who to see!"

Ms. Landon turned and walked out of the gym, leaving an angry and somewhat jealous Jun behind. 'I don't know what you were talking about,' Jun thought, 'but stay away from him!'

Jun walked into Matt's office and found sitting in his chair behind a large black metal desk. A look of slight discomfort covered his once glowing face. "Hey, kiddo!" Jun could tell his enthusiasm was forced, but decided to ignore it.

"I need help, Matt," Jun begged, putting on his best 'cute kid' face.

Matt smiled, flashing those sexy fangs that drove Jun wild. "With swimming? Oh yeah, you couldn't swim." He looked down, as if he was pondering something. "Okay, give me a few minutes alone, alright? I'll be right out to help you." He winked at Jun, which made the petite boy's heart flutter.

Jun walked out of his office, shutting the door behind him. He knew exactly what Matt was going to do. 'Relieve his hardness'. He desperately wanted to stay and try to sneak a peek, but wanted to surprise himself. He forced himself to walk away and push those thoughts out of his mind.

True to his word, minutes later Matt arrived with a rather flushed look on his face but at least the look of discomfort was gone. Jun was a little sad. He wanted to so badly give Matt a "helping hand".

V: What's Wrong?

"Can I talk to you after school?" Jun asked Matt shyly one Friday.

"After school? I don't see why not," Matt answered, smiling.

Jun forced himself to look away. He was NOT going to be unintentionally seduced by his prey. "It's about my swimming progress."

Matt nodded. "Okay. Well stop on by and we'll see what we can work out."

For some reason, Jun felt that Matt was not talking about swimming when he said that. Jun smiled. "Sure." His plan had worked. Getting Matt all alone and to himself. He was going to slyly seduce him there.

That day, Jun couldn't wait for the dismissal bell to ring. When it finally rang, Jun bolted out of class and dashed down to the gym. He opened the door and eagerly walked to Matt's office, trying his best to contain his beating heart.

As he got closer to his office, Jun could hear Ms. Landon's voice again. For some reason, that irked Jun to no end. He wanted to go in there and punch her in the face, but what good would that do? The woman had done nothing wrong, only a little harmless flirting.

Listening closely, he strained his ears to hear.

"I can't wait for tonight," Ms. Landon said, almost seductively.

Jun knew instantly what they were up to.

"You'll have to earn this!" Matt replied in an equally seductive tone.

Ms. Landon giggled before hushing herself. "I'd better get going. Some of these pesky kids keep coming after school to fix their records." She sighed as if she was annoyed of her job.

Jun heard the door click open and immediately ran away, hiding behind the ridiculously large trash cans. From behind, he peeked his eyes out. He saw Ms. Landon and Matt, talking some more before she left. Jun waited until she left the gym and Matt returned to his office.

Jun pounded on his door with his small fist. Matt opened it and smiled, dazzling Jun with his sky blue eyes.

"Hey, kiddo!" Matt greeted happily. "You ready?"

'Yes. Yes I am. Ready to ride you, that is,' Jun thought. "Yep! I just need some more practice on how to actually float in the pool."

Matt laughed. "Well get in! I'll review the basics with you again."

As they walked towards the pool, Jun decided to get personal with him. "Do you have a girlfriend, Matt?"

Matt smiled. "No, not anymore. Back in college we were inseparable, but now it's just gone down the drain."




Coach



Jun smirked. 'Single. That's a good thing to hear.'

"What do you like in a girl?" Jun asked in a quieter, hushed voice.

Matt paused a bit, clearly taken aback with the sudden questions. "Um, honesty. Respect. Love."

"Physically," Jun elaborated. 

"Oh." Matt paused again. "Uh, well, what do YOU like in a girl?"

Jun was startled. Most straight boys would just answer without any hesitations. This was quite different. "Err ... well uhh ...." He definitely was not ready to tell Matt he was gay.

Matt put on that arrogant smile of his again, showing off his fangs. "I like short girls. Small builds but they gotta be physically gifted." He winked.

Jun knew what he meant. 'Typical straight guy words,' he thought. Even though he knew Matt was most likely straight, he still felt kind of hurt hearing such words from his mouth. "So what were you doing with Ms. Landon?"

Jun's jealousy had gotten to him. He never meant for Matt to know he knew about their meetings.

"Huh? Oh! We're just talking about attendance," he replied casually. He reached the pool and in one swift movement, stripped his shirt off, revealing the sexiest sun kissed body Jun had ever seen. 

Defined muscles covered everywhere; a delicious six pack, big chest and other stunning muscles Jun didn't even know names of. Together with his arms of heaven, Jun thought he was going to faint.

"Well?" Matt asked, soaking his feet in the pool. "You getting in?"

Jun snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah. Hey, Matt?"

He grunted.

"I just remembered I can't stay long today," Jun lied, awkwardly rubbing his arm. "I ... have to go to do something for my parents."

Matt raised an eyebrow at Jun's poor excuse. "You sure?"

Jun nodded. He couldn't let that body touch him today. No, god, not today. "Yeah." He looked down, trying to hide his blush.

"Hey, you alright?" Matt asked with a hint of worry. "You seemed fine not too long ago."

'God! Why do you have to be so clueless?!' Jun thought sadly. 'Why are you so dense about me?' Jun nodded again. "I'm fine. I just have to go." With a weak smile, he picked up his book bag and headed for the door.

"Hey!"

Jun turned around. And gasped.

VI: Secrets

Matt had gotten out of the pool now and was walking towards Jun. The petrified young boy tried to run but his legs had died. He merely stood there, waiting for the beast to arrive to him.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Matt asked. "You don't think I don't know a lame excuse when I hear one?"

Jun looked down again, this time in pure humiliation of being caught. 'God! If only I just walked faster!' He looked up, but avoided Matt's eyes. "I can't tell you." He was shocked at his bold choice of words.

Matt sexily raised an eyebrow. "Is it something that I should know?"

Jun felt tears well up in his eyes. 'No! Not now! No crying now!' he thought. "For now, yes."

Matt sighed. "Well alright, then. It's a shame that I can't help you but just remember," and here he paused to reach out a strong arm and firmly grab Jun's scrawny shoulder, "I'm here for you, kiddo. Anything you want to talk about, just stop on by my office!"

Jun looked away, letting a small tear fall. "If you weren't so dense you would've figured it out by now!" he said in a rather emotional voice. He turned to look at Matt.

Matthew bit his lower lip in confusion, trying to decipher what Jun's sudden outburst meant.

'God, he looks so cute clueless like that,' Jun thought. 'And hot. How is that even possible?'

"What are you talking about?" Matt asked after some time. 

Jun sighed. Here it was - time to drop the ball. "I'm gay."

Silence. Painful silence.

Matt slowly removed his hand off Jun's shoulder. "What?"

There it was. The same shocked and grossed reaction straight boys give when they found out he was gay.

"Gay," Jun repeated. "I like men."

"Men," Matt repeated softly, his voice trailing away. "Why?"

"Why? What do you mean why?" Jun asked.

Matt held up a finger to his lips, signaling for him to quiet down. "Have a seat." Sitting crissed-crossed on the floor, they talked some more. "I mean why do you like men? What's so great about them?"

"Do you even own a mirror?" Jun asked mindlessly before covering his mouth. "I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean for that to slip out!"

Matt laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment. And yes, kiddo. I do own a mirror."

Jun blushed. "Then you should know that men like you is why I like them."

Matt paused, drilling his eyes intently into the flustered young man before him. "Then do you like me?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

Jun gasped, opening and closing his mouth several times. "Uh, I really have to go now," he said, stammering and getting up.

Matthew sighed, exasperated, and grabbed onto Jun's wrist with a strong grasp. "No you don't," he said in a stern voice, pulling him back down.

Jun winced as he hit the floor and rubbed his wrist, easing out the pain.

"I'll ask you again. Do you like me?" Matt's voice was low yet commanding, and Jun feared what he would do to him if he didn't answer.

Jun looked down. "Yes."

Matt paused again. "What about Aaron? Zac? You like them too?"

"No," Jun answered firmly. "Just because I like guys doesn't mean I like every guy out there. I only like you!"

Matt smiled. "Then why do you like me? Out of all the guys out there?"

Jun stopped. 'Really, why DO I like him?' he thought. "I don't know," he answered slowly. "I just know I do. It's your smile. Your voice. Just ... you."

"I'm flattered," Matt replied.

"Are you still going to treat me meanly?" Jun asked with a slight fear in his voice. He really didn't want to run laps anymore.

Matt laughed, showing his teeth and muscles contracting. "No, I still am. I like teasing people, especially if they like me!"

"Even guys?" Jun asked shyly.

"Yeah," Matt answered softly. "Even guys."

"Why do you like teasing people?"

"I've always have," he replied. "It gives me a sense of ... control and domination." He laughed again.

Jun smiled. 'Control and domination?' he thought to himself. 'Good god! I really want to get in bed with him now!'

Matt sighed and leaned back, showing off his arms. "Yeah. I guess I was always the playful bully type."

"Yes you are," Jun quickly agreed. "Can you put your shirt back on?"

Matt chuckled. "I know I make you nervous now. Bring it here," he said, motioning to his shirt.

Jun got up and fetched his stud of a teacher's shirt. He picked it up, stared at it, then threw it forcefully into the pool.

"Hey!" Matt cried, hopping to his feet. "What'd you do that for?!"

"I guess your teasing ways rubbed off on me," Jun said, bringing himself closer to Matt's naked upper body. He felt his shyness fly out the window and was replaced by a hidden boldness. Reaching out, Jun trailed his finger down Matt's well defined abs.

Matt chuckled and grabbed Jun's hand. "Don't get too comfy. That's sexual harassment."

"Can you blame me?" Jun asked teasingly.

Matt groaned. "Ah, come on. Quit it. I've got -."

"A sex date with Ms. Landon?" Jun finished. "I overheard you guys talking. You'll give it to her tonight if she earns it, right?"

Now it was Matt's turn to blush. "Oh god, how much did you hear?"

"Enough to make me jealous," Jun answered. "Well fine then. I'll leave and let you go prepare for your night with Landon."

He picked up his book bag once more and headed for the door, this time uninterrupted.

VII: Realization 

A loud knock pounded on the door of Jun's house at 4 in the Saturday afternoon. The sky looked as if the ocean was going to fall any minute. Dark and gloomy, Jun slugged out of his room to open the door; his parents had left to attend a wedding of a family friend, leaving Jun all alone. The events of yesterday kept replaying in his head. 

All of his boldness had vanished from him, leaving him shocked and embarrassed with his behavior. He unlocked the door, opened it and immediately wished he had just crawled under a rock.

"How did you know where I live?" Jun asked the stud standing on his doorstep.

"I have access to your personal information," Matthew replied hastily. "Name, address, phone number, etc."

Jun groaned. He tried to hide behind the door. "Can I help you?"

Matt was panting rather heavily, like he had ran all the way here. He was about to answer but water started falling from the sky. "Oh, it's raining."

Jun thought Matt looked absolutely adorable - a big hunk standing out getting fascinated by rain. He sighed. "Can you come in?"

Matt smiled and escaped the rain. Once inside, he shook his hair roughly, drying it out.

Jun laughed. "First you have fangs like a dog and now you shake to dry. What else?"

Matthew smiled, fangs peeking out. "Gotta get dry somehow, right? Besides, that's how the spikes form."

Standing up on the tips of his toes, Jun reached up and patted Matt's head. "Cool. So why'd you come here? My parents aren't home, if you wanted to have a meeting with them."

"Perfect," Matt said quickly, almost cutting Jun off. "I don't want to talk to them. Just you."

Jun covered his face with his hands. "I thought we did yesterday. This is really weird."

"Yeah," Matt agreed, "it is. Weird for me too."

"Why?" Jun asked. "I'm pretty sure a lot of guys have confessed to you."

Matt shrugged. "Well, that I won't deny. But it's about you this time."

Jun sighed. Matthew was very persistent. He grabbed his teacher's hand and led him to the living room. "Seat yourself, Matt. I'll get something for you to drink."

"Don't bother," Matt said. "I'm not thirsty."

Silence filled the room.

"T.V.?" Jun offered hopelessly, trying to break the silence.

"No."

"Video games?"

"No."

"Workout?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I don't know."

Jun stared at Matthew, like HE was the child and Jun was the mature, responsible adult. Matt was just like a big kid. "Well, then what's on your mind?"

Matt shrugged, earning him a soft punch on the arm from Jun.

"You mean to tell me you came all the way over here for nothing?" Jun said.

Matt shrugged again, which caused Jun to sigh and sit down next to him. Very closely. "You smell good. Axe?"

Matt nodded, visibly distracted and distant.

"Look, if you're bugged out about me liking you, then fine," Jun said. "I'll transfer schools."

"NO!" Matt suddenly shouted, fangs showing. Anger shattered the serene stillness. "Don't do that! You can't do that to me!"

Jun was shocked by Matthew's outburst. Inside, though, he was beaming. Matt actually did care for him. Gay or not.

Matt seemed to realize his outburst and cooled down afterwards. "I'm sorry, Jun. Really."

"It's fine," Jun said, resting his head down on Matt's athletic thighs. After a while of no protesting or complaining, Jun called him out. "You know, most straight guys would never let another guy put his head on their lap."

Matt was quiet.

"Are you okay?" Jun asked worriedly.

"I think I like you."

Jun was silent. Had he heard correctly? "What?" he asked softly.

"I think I like you," Matt repeated, a little louder and more confident this time.

Jun shot up and looked Matthew straight in the eyes. "Honest?"

Matthew returned the intense gaze, almost killing Jun with his blue eyes. It took him a while before saying anything. "Yes," he said quietly after some time.

Jun felt more tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't care. He let them fall, while trying to cry gracefully. He reached for a tissue, wiping his tears away.

Matt smiled and pulled Jun's head closer to him, resting it on his hard chest.

After settling down, Jun confessed. "I lost everyone's respect when I came out to them back in my old town and school. No one wanted anything to do with me. I think even my parents were disappointed in me. It's the reason why we moved all the way here in Cali. They think it'll change me back. But it won't! I love who I love and I can't help it."

Matt was quiet as he listened to Jun's story, patting his head and stroking his hair.

"That's why it was hard for me to tell you," he continued, choking on his tears. "Hearing you say you like me back means more to me than you could ever imagine. Even my own parents haven't said anything like that in a long time."

Matt paused. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

Matt grinned and turned away. "Hell yeah."

Jun pulled away from him, smiling. "What?"

Before Jun could say or do anything else, Matthew leaned forward and planted his rough masculine lips on Jun's soft and feminine ones. Jun was shocked but let his body go limp in the expert lips, tongue, and hands of the older Matthew.

After about five minutes, they broke free from each other, Jun panting heavily and Matt smirking arrogantly. The stud reached into his coat pocket and drew out a packet. It was a condom for men blessed with large members.

"I think it's time I do something about that virginity of yours," Matthew growled in a low voice. He reached around and pinched Jun's ass rather roughly.

"Ah! Wait!" Jun protested, body lurching upward from the unexpected touch.

"Don't tell me to wait, Jun," Matt warned. "I know you fill your mind with dirty thoughts about me."

"No I don't!" Jun lied. "I'm a nice kid! Innocent!"

Matt grabbed Jun's ass again with a rough hand, squeezing it. Jun put his arms on Matt's. Matt tossed Jun on his back onto the coffee table before them. He stood up, towering over the helpless boy.

"I thought I could wait until you graduated," Matt growled sexily. "But it's not even the second semester yet!" He impatiently ripped the condom packet open with his teeth.

"Wait Matt!" Jun cried out. "I've never done this before! I need time to prepare my -!"

"Bullshit," Matt interrupted. "You just want to get fucked."

Jun blushed at Matthew's rough and vulgar language. He actually found it hot that man like him used it. "Can you at least do it soft or gentle then?"

Matt laughed, almost mockingly. "No. I'm a rough guy. I like to dominate. I think you'll enjoy me just fine."

Jun blushed even harder.

"I've seen bitches like you," Matt continued. "Acting all cute and innocent when they really just want a cock in them. I love girls like that."

"I'm not a girl," Jun said, pouting. 

"Yeah but you look like one," Matt retorted. "And now, you're gonna get fucked like one."

Jun laid his head back in defeat. Although he knew from the start that he would be the bottom, he wanted to at least retain some dominance, but Matt's dirty talking made it clear that HE was in control.

Without another word, Matt ripped Jun's clothes off - underwear and all - revealing his petite, pale body. Matt must've liked what he saw, because he grunted his approval and began shedding his own clothes. Jun feasted his eyes on that sexy godlike body again, and this time, the lower half.

Matt was already semi hard by the time he reached his briefs, and those too, were shed off, exposing a thick cock in between his legs. Jun did a silent gasp. That was NOT going to fit in him. It hung down low, and was still growing harder. Finally, it reached its peak, sticking straight up. It was a good thick nine inches. It was as gorgeous as its owner.

"Matthew ..." Jun's voice was low and scared.

Matt smirked and kissed Jun's forehead. "I won't hurt you. A lot." He slipped the condom on his eager cock.

Jun shook his head and pulled it off. "I trust you. I want my first time to be special. I want to be yours." His scared eyes met the fierce and aggressive ones of Matt. "Please?"

"The moment you confessed to me made you mine," Matt said, putting the head of his bare cock right at Jun's tight entrance. "Hard? Or slow?"

Jun thought for a moment before smiling. "As hard as you want, Mr. Rough Guy."

The two exchanged another passionate kiss before Matthew broke away and pushed in slowly.

Jun screamed. Louder than he had ever done before in his life. The more Matt pushed in, the more he screamed. "AAgh! Ugh!" He felt his energy drain away, but loved it. Matt grabbed his ankles and propped them over his shoulders as he slid in.

"Damn you're tight!" Matt groaned as he pushed. "Tighter than any other hole I fucked!"

Jun loved being compared to Matt's other sexual experiences. And the way he spoke about his own hole made him feel good that Matt loved him more than the others - although it slightly bothered him that Matthew wasn't a virgin. But all thoughts were set aside as they enjoyed each other right there on the table.

"I'm in now, kiddo," Matt growled. "Relax, you're still tight."

Jun moaned. He saw stars. His head was spinning in lust. "You feel ... good in me. Aah ... I like it."

"Then you'll love this," Matt said, and started thrusting passionately.

Matt was right; Jun loved the sensation of having something so thick and big moving around in him. He laid back and moaned nonstop, letting Matt take control of his body. Jun squeeze his eyes shut. 

"You sure were made to be a bottom," Matt continued, leaning closer to Jun's face.

"And you ... were, ugh, made to be a top," Jun weakly replied. He lifted his arms around Matt's neck. "MY top."

"You wanna do this in a bed?" Matt asked. "Counter? Floor? This table's getting a little boring for me."

Jun continued moaning. "How ... about the, AH! Stairs?"

Matt smirked. "You naughty boy."

With that, Matt effortlessly lifted Jun off the table and carried him over to the stairs. Matt sat down and plopped Jun right on top. "Ride me. Grind me. Come on, kiddo."

Jun struggled to lift his body up and down, impaling himself on his stud of a teacher's cock. Once in a while he would sit down and move his hips in a circle, forcing a low and sexy groan out of Matthew.

Matt leaned forward and softly bit Jun on the neck, leaving a hickey behind. His dog-like fangs created a feeling so good, Jun almost came. Matt couldn't take it anymore. Jun's inexperience was cute, but also too slow for his taste. He wrapped his strong arms around Jun's small body and hoisted him up, carrying him into the first bedroom he saw. He threw the bottom boy onto the bed.

"Ah! No, Matt!" Jun protested as he pounded away at Jun's hole. "This ... ugh! This is my parent's roo ... aaah ...."

"Good. Let their bed feel the passion between us," Matt growled. He was still mad at Jun's parents for not even showing any affection to him since his outing. That anger transferred to the fucking, and Matt increased the pace, slamming into a screaming Jun.

"AAh! Mmph!"

"Sorry, kiddo," Matt said, slamming deep into him, "I just gotta let this anger out. Bear with me."

Jun nodded, unable to make any sounds other than moans and screams of pleasure. A tingling tickled Jun and he looked down to find drops of pre cum oozing out of his own cock. He knew it was only a matter of time before he came. It amazed him though, being able to cum just from Matt's pounding.

"Aah ... I'm gonna cum, Matt," Jun warned.

Matt smirked. "That's pretty quick. I take much longer, though."

Jun laid his head back in a mix of joy and worry. He was ecstatic that Matt could last a long time, but worried about his own hole and the pain afterwards. At a deep thrust from Matt, Jun blasted all over himself, from the chin down.

Matt laughed. "You look nice like that."

Jun blushed and looked away.

Matt stopped pounding and slapped the side of Jun's ass. Hard. "On your knees and hands. I want to do you like a dog. You know, since you say I look and act like one."

Jun groaned as he struggled to flip over. Matt, however, still had much energy left. He grabbed Jun's hips and pulled him back onto the still hard cock.

Tears formed in Jun's eyes, but not from pain. He couldn't believe the straight hunk of a teacher he had crushed on was now ramming him from behind. "I love you, Matt!"




Coach



Sweat dripped down all over Matt's tan body. It glistened in the faint light of the bedroom. "Shut the fuck up. No talking now."

Jun weakly turned his head around to look at the man behind him. The view was stunning. Matt's body looked much sexier covered in sweat and his eyebrows were burrowed together in a fury he'd never seen before. He looked hot being so focused on his ass.

Jun's arms gave way as he slid down to the bed, ass still in the air getting pounded. He felt so much like a slut, but he didn't care. He was Matthew's slut now.

Matt's thrust grew much more aggressive and deeper; Jun knew he was almost cumming. His breathing grew heavier and erratic. "Ah! Damn, I'm cumming!"

Jun nodded, signaling that it was okay to release his cum deep inside him. With a final thrust, Matt came, filling the well used hole up with cum. Jun felt the warmness inside him and almost cried with joy. Matt pulled out with an audible 'pop' with strings of cum still attached to his cock from the hole.

"That's a good boy," Matt said, plopping his sweaty body down onto Jun's smaller body.

"Aah ..." Jun moaned again. He felt his hole beginning to close up. "Can I suck you now?"

Matt shook his head. "No, not now. I just want to lay here. Was I too rough, kiddo?"

Jun managed to flip his body around, so now he was facing Matt underneath him. "A little. But it's okay. I loved it all." The two locked themselves in a passionate kiss. "One question though. How did you know I was a virgin?"

Matt smiled, showing those cute little fangs again. "Cute little kids like you would never do such a thing on your own. Besides, when I first said it, you never tried to deny it or prove me that you weren't."

Jun hugged Matthew's muscular body tightly.

"Does this make me ... bisexual?" Matt asked curiously.

Jun thought for a moment. "How do you feel about women?"

"I was engaged to her," Matt replied.

"And how do you feel about me?"

"You're my wife."

Jun laughed, wrapping his legs around Matt's body. "My husband is indeed bisexual. Not a problem though. It makes you even hotter!"

Matt got up, pulling Jun up as well. "Come on, kiddo. Let's get cleaned up. Where's the shower?"

"Down the hall, on the left," Jun answered. "You go first, though."

Matt looked a little sad, which made him extremely more adorable with his little fangs poking out. "Why? I wanted to shower together."

"If we shower together, then you'll be fucking me again," Jun explained. "I love you, Matt, but I can't handle THIS twice in one day!" He grabbed Matt's softening cock and squeezed it, earning a soft moan from the owner.

Jun looked straight into Matthew's blue eyes and ruffled his spiky brown hair. "You seriously are the best thing that ever happened to me." He leaned in for a kiss, this time more gentle than the rest.

"I just realized something," Matt said, breaking loose.

"What?"

Matt grinned. "I'm old enough to be your big brother!"

Jun paused. He had forgotten that Matthew was six years older than him. He shrugged. "Oh well. Looks like my husband's my older brother then!"

"And teacher," Matthew added, before pushing Jun down for another kissing session.



Coach and His Wife



1

The batter was encased in shadow as the sun settled just behind the trees beyond the outfield wall. I was still bathed in sunlight on the mound and knew I had the advantage, as the batter would be forced to pick up the ball late as it passed from light to dark before reaching the plate. The crowd seemed louder now, but they had been screaming the entire game. We were a strike away from clinching a spot in the sectionals; something our school had failed to do with alarming regularity since the 1950's. 

Standing on the bleachers behind home plate was Mrs. Wilson, our coach's wife. She was clapping and cheering as I rubbed up the baseball, trying to ensure as solid a grip as possible for what I hoped would be the final pitch. Others stood around Holly Wilson, splitting their gaze from the game to her enormous breasts, bouncing unfettered beneath her t-shirt as she jumped up and down. Holly's marriage to coach was something of a scandal, he was 3 years shy of his 50th birthday, and Holly had turned 18 the day before they ran off to Vegas. She was a year ahead of me in school, the most beautiful girl in the district, and had refused dates with everyone that asked. By the time anyone knew of her involvement with coach, they were already back from Las Vegas and living in coach's house up in the hills outside the city. 

Seated next to Holly was Kaitlin, my girlfriend of three years. Kaitlin was not blessed with a great deal of natural intelligence. She was smart, but not blessed with an immediate understanding of all things academic. She worked hard in school because she had to, and although she would never be a genius, she maintained a healthy GPA. She stood about 5 feet six inches tall, with long, straight, light brown hair, and deep almond-shaped hazel eyes. Her long, smooth, perpetually tanned legs, full breasts, and oval face had been drawing the lustful glances of men far longer than they should have. Her reputation as a less than bright individual often gave people the impression that Kaitlin did a lot of sleeping around, but I knew better. We met each other at a camping weekend some years before; lost our virginity inside a single sleeping bag, and we'd been together since. As usual, my cock hardened immediately whenever I saw her, and this moment was no exception. Kaitlin attended every one of my games. A huge sports fan, she usually greeted me outside the locker room after games with a kiss. Then she would lead me around the side of the school, pull me up against the wall, and would either take me into her mouth, or occasionally, slide her panties down from under her skirt, hook her legs around my waist, and ride me. Once Holly was married, Kaitlin inherited the title of most lusted after girl in town, and I was constantly getting teased about "getting her early", before she developed into the young woman she had become. I smiled and stepped back on the pitching rubber.

The ball settled into Jason's glove before the batter even started to swing. The roar from the crowd could have told people three towns away the result, and I started shaking hands and hugging teammates as Jason ran out to jump in my arms. We are largely a football town, but the baseball program had once dominated sectional play. Nearly 60 years of frustration had built to this season, and the eleven seniors on the team had vowed not to let another opportunity slip by. 

"We're number one," Jason shouted, hugging me. And we were. The win gave us possession of first place, and a first round bye in the playoffs. That meant just three wins, and we would win the sectional title and head downstate for the big tournament. Coach went behind the backstop to hug and kiss Holly, with every male, including the players on both teams, looking on in envy. I found Kaitlin and she was smiling, holding her arms open to gather me in.

"I'm so proud of you, Jack," she whispered. "You were incredible."

I kissed her deeply, cupping her buttocks in my hands and she squealed.

"My, my!" she shouted. "You bad boy." 

"I love you baby," I said. "Thanks for being here."

She smiled and then waived over my shoulder. Soon, Kaitlin's friends surrounded us, and they all congratulated me. Despite Kaitlin's appearance, and popularity with every male in the city, she got along with most because she lacked the general bitchiness that plagued so many of our school's young women. 

"We'll meet you at my house," Sherry Keller, Jason's sister said. "Everyone's coming over, my parents are throwing a party."

"Sounds good," I said, taking Kaitlin's hand in mine. She patted me on the backside, kissed my cheek, and then settled in alongside Sherry as the girls walked up the hill towards the school parking lot. The crowd had filed out, and after watching Kaitlin's voluptuous buttocks sway back and forth in her tight shorts (along with a brief glance at Sherry's more than impressive backside as well) I turned to look for my glove.

Coach Wilson was holding it, walking towards me. He was smiling, and shook my hand after handing me a glove.

"Hell of a job, Jack. Complete game, only one hit. Exactly what we needed." 

Coach was a large man, ripped from head to toe due to a strenuous weightlifting program. Though nowhere near the size of some of the bodybuilders Kaitlin occasionally poked fun at on television, he looked like an NFL linebacker just the same with rippling biceps, a huge chest, and powerful legs. He had a strong, square chin and soft brown eyes that expressed his sensitivity even while he was yelling at you. He was forty-eight years old, but appeared to be 20 years younger, and the common belief was that Holly had fallen for his body, and his good looks. 

"I really appreciate how hard you've worked, Jack, you've really gotten better. No question you'll get drafted now. You've been a real leader."

"Thanks coach, I'm glad we get to keep on playing."

He patted me on the ass as we walked, something coach did to everyone of his players a hundred times a day, but after a few steps, I realized his hand still lingered, and only a sideways glance caused Coach to casually drop his arm to his side again. 

"Don't forget to ice that arm," he said, jogging ahead to the school.



2



Apparently, Kaitlin had called my mother to tell her what had happened – she wasn't able to get off from work, but she left a message on my cell congratulating me. A text message from Kaitlin also appeared.

"At the party tonight, between my titties, Jack. I want it all over my face."

My cock hardened against my jock strap once more, and I erased the text message. Kaitlin was exactly opposite of the perception she had from people who didn't know her, but her sexual appetite was enormous, and her wild streak, though unexpected at first, was a constant source of pride that I never spoke about to friends. 

My teammates were shouting, music was blaring, and I got high-fives from everyone as I made my way into the trainer's room. Bobby, the freshman team assistant had already made an ice wrap for my arm, and I settled into the chair as he taped it around me.


The guys came in to wondering if I was going to a concert some were attending that night, or to the party at Sherry and Jason's house. I spoke briefly with Jason about the game and then I eased back and closed my eyes. An hour later, my arm felt revitalized, and I made my way to the locker and took off my clothes.

The hot water on my arm after the ice wrap always felt incredible, and I let my hair soak, holding my arms against the wall. 

The showers were one large room, with heads coming out of the wall at regular intervals on four sides. You had to walk through a doorway, then around a corner to step into the room, but it was completely open. A constant source of amusement came in the first months a freshman class came in. If you had gym class with them, you could almost guarantee that at least one or more of the newbies would get nervous about showering with the older guys, and hide in the bathroom until the room was empty. Some didn't even shower at all. 

I was standing under the hot water in the far corner of the room, feeling my tense muscles relax, when coach walked in. He was completely naked, and though I tried not to pay attention, his body couldn't be ignored. He was smaller and leaner than he appeared with his clothes on, but the power and strength hinted at by his bulging muscles was fascinating. Everything from his abdominal muscles, to his chest rippled and gleamed in the light, and his legs were strong and thick. He took a showerhead a couple of spaces down to my left and began to wash his hair. His buttocks were large and taut, and despite myself, I couldn't help but stare at the sight of his penis hanging limp between his legs. His balls were enormous, and the fact that I could see his organ clearly though he was facing away from me caused me turn around in embarrassment. I never felt at all inferior in that particular part of my anatomy, in fact, I hadn't really given it much thought at all, but coach appeared to be the most well endowed man I'd ever seen. I quickly reassured myself that when you regularly take showers with other men, you can't help but see them – it's not as if I was choosing to look. 

"Really, Jack, that was a hell of a job today," Coach said again, and I nodded, not wanting to turn around. 

It hadn't occurred to me until I was contemplating the size of his cock that it made no sense for coach to be taking a shower. He hadn't worked out; he was just managing the game. But there he was just a few feet away. 

Something else had happened which shocked and scared me at the same time – my own cock had become erect. In fact, I was as hard as I'd ever been, and impossibly aroused, I didn't understand what was happening. It was almost as if coach wasn't a man, or a woman. He was simply as close to the perfect human specimen physically as one could possibly be – there were no bulging veins, no hair on the back or chest, just rolling muscles beneath smooth tanned skin. 

"You're looking good," he called over. "That program really has helped your build. I'm sure Kaitlin likes it, not too mention the other girls." 

"Yeah," I managed to gasp, desperately trying to get my cock to soften so that I could turn the water off and get out of there. 

Coach was standing next to me, his arm on my shoulder. 

"Nothing's going to happen here that you don't want, Jack. But I thought you should know, I'm hard too." 

He looked down, and I followed his gaze, catching my breath when I saw his enormous erection, at least ten inches long, and as thick as my own, pointing straight up at me. His balls hung like over-sized eggs in his hairless scrotum and I couldn't divert my gaze.

"Jesus," I whispered before I could stop myself.

He raised my head with a hand under my chin, and kissed me. I flinched, but he followed my lips. His lips were soft, and confident, and he quickly kissed me again. He was not smiling, the look on his face was all lust and he brushed the hair from my eyes. I felt him take my hand in his and guide it too his cock. I didn't understand why I hadn't bolted from the room yet, but I took him in my fist and slowly began to work his cock back and forth while he moaned my name under his breath.

"I've wanted you for a long time." 

"What...why...what about Holly? What is this coach?" My voice was quiet and weak. I was mesmerized not only by his cock, and the rest of his body, but my reaction to it.

"Don't say anything, Jack. Just be with me. If that's what you want."

I thought about Kaitlin, I thought about Holly, and whoever else might walk in on us at anytime. He must have sensed my thoughts because he indicated that the doors to the locker room were locked.

"You're safe here, and nobody will know. I promise."

His hand was on top of my head; I was staring again at his penis and felt him slowly pushing me to my knees. A powerful wave of arousal flashed through me as I settled in eye to eye with his rock-hard organ, and with little encouragement, I leaned forward and opened my mouth, sliding my tongue along his balls. They felt smooth and hot between my lips, and I sucked on one gently before realizing what I was doing.

"Coach, I'm not gay...I don't know how, I've..."

"Jack, don't worry about whether you're gay or straight. People need to learn that doesn't matter. And I'm sure Kaitlin's been good to you, or other girls...you know how."

I started licking his balls again, and his hands settled in my hair. 

"Look at me when you do it," he whispered, and I looked up at him, surprised I could meet his gaze. 

I took the shaft in my hand, amazed at it's weight, it's power, and stabbed my tongue into the hole at the tip, licking up the clear fluid which had begun to leak from the opening. 

"Tell me when you're going to cum," I said, suddenly hungry to slide this powerful appendage between my lips. I would suck him, if that's what he wanted, but I wasn't going to get a mouth full of semen, that was for damn sure. Coach smiled, and then closed his eyes as I eased the cock into my mouth. 

"Oh God," he said when I had a good six inches buried in my throat. For some reason, the gag reflex I was expecting never came and I established a slow, smooth rhythm, coupled with my own stroking of my cock. I swirled my tongue around the iron rod, licking the vein beneath his penis, my head moving back and forth. 

He was looking down at me again, his eyes glazed over, his hips slowly rocking, and I caressed his strong abs, his powerful thighs, then gripped his hard buttocks, squeezing them as I sucked his cock. I knew he was getting close, his breathing became labored, I could hear it even above the sound of the showers still running, but I kept my mouth on him, wanting to bring him to climax. His buttocks grew tighter in my hands, and the first hot jet of semen splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed it just in time to receive the second and third. Finally, I let it pool in my mouth, and coach took his cock in his own fist, beating the cum out of it, shooting it wildly at me while he screamed my name. A huge rope of cum spurted out of the tip and landed across my left eye, forcing me to shut it until the shower washed it away, and I swallowed the generous load that had filled my throat. 

His semen was salty and bitter, but it slid down my throat easily, and I covered coach's penis back again with my mouth, trying to milk the rest of it out of him. 

Coach picked me up and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His hands squeezed my buttocks, and he told me again how long he had wanted me. He picked me up in his powerful arms, carried me out of the shower, and back to his office. 

Shutting the door with a jerk of his hip, he placed me gently down on the cot, looked down, and then mounted me.

"Don't be frightened," he whispered. "Let me love you."

He spread my legs, his cock still hard. I couldn't believe he was that aroused, still, after the amount of semen he had just given me. But his cock pushed urgently against my ass hole, and I sucked in my breath, waiting for the pain. 

Coated with saliva mixed with his semen, the cock was apparently well lubricated, and though I felt slight pain and pressure as coach penetrated me, a strong wave of pleasure surged through my body while he pressed himself deeper inside.

"Oh fuck you're tight," he cried, settling on top of me. 

I hugged him to me, taking his powerful ass in my hands again, stroking his back as he began to slowly thrust. Our lips met, and I kissed him more urgently, pushing my own tongue into his mouth. There was something incredibly exciting about this enormous man lying on top of me, taking his pleasure from my body the way I had taken mine from Kaitlin on so many occasions. 

Coach had yet to really touch my cock, and though I nearly came when his first load of semen coated my throat, I was extremely aroused as the cock began to spurt, unleashing a torrent of his hot seed into my bowels. 

"Fuck me, oh yes, Fuck me," I cried, kissing his neck, his shoulders, holding him to me. 

Coach lay on top of me for a couple of minutes, then began to kiss me. He noticed my throbbing organ and asked me how I felt.

"Crazy. I feel like I just went insane. And I'm obviously in need of something here."

"That's what Holly is for."

"Huh?"

Holly appeared at the door. She smiled, and my cock throbbed despite the situation.

"Coach, what the fuck? You said nobody..."

"Calm down, Jack. Holly knew what I was going to do, or at least, what I wanted to do. You'll understand everything later. For now, have fun." 

Coach got up, snatched his clothes from his chair, and closed the door behind him. 

3

"Thank you Jack," Holly said. "You don't know what you've done for my husband. Not just making love to him, but on the field too."

She was wearing the same clothes she had on during the game, but she had let her hair down so that it flowed over her shoulders like soft hay. Her eyes sparkled, and I forgot about my embarrassment and shame as I spotted her hard nipples, poking through her shirt, which strained mightily to contain her ripe breasts. 

"You used to look at them when I tutored you in math. All the boys did, even the teachers, and the old guys in town, but I didn't mind you looking." 

Holly reached down, and pulled her shirt off, her breasts tumbling free. They were as tanned as the rest of her, with huge areolas and small dark nipples sitting atop the firm globes. Kaitlin's breasts were large, but they didn't compare with the size of Holly's. They were easily the size of volleyballs, probably larger, and her skin was flawless. She was still a teenager, and the breasts were firm and jutted proudly from her chest until she bent over to peel off her shorts. 

She sat down, suddenly becoming shy. She wouldn't look at me, but she told me I was gorgeous while hiding her face behind her hair.

"You, you don't have to do this Holly," I said. "Besides, I have a girl, and I've already cheated...I don't know what's going on, but..."

"I want too. I want you. It's just that I've never, well, I've never had sex. At least, I've never had a man inside me. At least, not by my choice."

"But you're married, what about coach, I mean, the two of you must have...what do you mean, your choice, I don't...?"

"I'll explain later. Just, please, if you don't want too because of Kaitlin, I will understand, but I want you to make love to me. And I can see that you want me, Jack, you always did." 

Rational thought ended, and I mounted her as she leaned back. I entered her quickly, driving my organ through her warm, tight cleft. She was wet, and her breathing quickened noticeably. Her back arched and she cried out, holding me too her. 

"You feel so good Holly, you're so damn beautiful." 

I looked down into her entrancing blue eyes, still unable to believe I was with her, inside her, holding her as she climaxed beneath me. I kissed her soft red lips, and she pulled me closer. Her tongue explored my mouth, and began to thrust harder, driving my cock as deep as it would go inside her. 

"Fuck me Jack, that's it, faster...yes." 

I closed my eyes, wrapping my lips around one of her erect nipples...and as I sucked, she moaned, holding my head to her breast as if she were nursing me, her other hand locked on my right buttock. A wave of sensation surged through my body, and I cried out her name, pouring my seed into her grasping depths while she lifted her pelvis to receive the warm fluids, clinging to me, whispering in my ear that she had waited for this moment, to have her delta filled with a man's semen. 

Holly stroked my hair with one hand, and caressed the small of my back down to my buttocks with the other. Occasionally, she would kiss the top of my head and say thank you as I nuzzled between her breasts. I licked the sweat from her, taking pleasure from the feeling of being joined to her still, both our genitals, and the thin layer of perspiration that made our skin stick together. 




Coach and His Wife



"I can't believe I just did that with you," I said, realizing instantly how childish I sounded.

"I've always liked you, Jack. You treated me differently. No it was more than that, you looked at me differently. I could tell you wanted me, but it was as if you saw more of me than anyone else."

"The last hour of my life has been insane."

"I'm sure it feels that way. There's a lot of explanation needed, but why don't we shower and get dressed first?"

I stood in the shower watching Holly wash her breasts, mesmerized as she cupped them in her hands, the flesh bulging between her fingers. It was something Kaitlin did as well, and I realized it was the first time I'd thought of her since coach appeared in the shower. 

When Holly turned to rinse her breasts and her sex, I moved in behind her, pushed her gently towards the wall, and entered her from behind. Again, Holly came as soon as my cock drove into her wet folds, and I didn't last much longer. 

"I hate when you leave my body, Jack," she said, turning to kiss me. 

We stood beneath the water, exploring each other's mouths, and I picked her up, hands locked on her firm ass cheeks, and she locked her legs around my waist. My cock, hard once more, found her sex and I drove the length of it into her, pounding her back against the wall. 

"Take me Jack, yes...I'm yours..."

Coach was now standing at the far end of the shower, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, but my need was so desperate I quickly forgot about him and focused on Holly. Her eyes were closed, her back arched, and her breasts were within the reach of my lips. I kissed and licked her enormous mounds, and exploded inside of her for the third time. She pressed her forehead against mine as we caught our breath, and she began to whisper. When I couldn't hear her, she repeated it.

"I love you Jack."

"The two of you are beautiful together," Coach said. 

He shut the water off and moved behind me, his hands on my hips, pressing his penis against the crack of my ass. Holly moved from the wall and walked out of the shower, running her hand along coach's shoulder for a moment. I watched her walk, and my cock stirred at the sight of her gorgeous bare ass, swaying back and forth. 

"I know you have a lot of questions, but you also have a party to attend. Please go, and enjoy it, but come up to the house tomorrow. You probably shouldn't bring Kaitlin."

He kissed me, and then walked out of the shower. I left the shower, got dressed, and hurried to my car.

There were two phone messages from Kaitlin, essentially asking me where I was. Three hours had passed since the end of the game, it was nearly 9 o'clock, and I spent the ride to Jason's house trying to figure out what I would say to explain my absence. 

4

Kaitlin looked stunning as she met me on the street near Jason's house. There were only a few cars, no music streaming out the front door, and only a coupke of people were visible on the porch. 

"It's about time," she said, kissing me through the open window. 

"You look gorgeous," I said, overwhelmed with guilt. 

I got out of the car and pulled her into my arms. The familiar smell of her hair, and the feel of her body pressed against me got me hard instantly, and I was thankful at least, that I wouldn't have to explain the inability to sustain an erection. She would be expecting me to be ready to go as soon as arrived. 

As I cupped her ass cheeks through her short skirt, hugging her while she kissed my neck, I wondered what had come over me after the game. It wasn't as if Kat was cold, unattractive, or fun to be with. I was convinced that we'd be married someday, and if that became reality, there would be a lot of men; probably better looking than I who would be jealous. I kissed her again, told her I loved her, took her hand, and walked inside. 

The party had fizzled out mainly due to the concert some band I'd never heard of was holding in the city. Kat and I spent an hour with Jason, his girlfriend Tammy, and Sherry, before I drove back to my house. 

My mother was home, but already sleeping. She had left a note, again congratulating me, and had asked Kat if she was interested in going shopping the next day. 

"I love your mom," she smiled, reading over my shoulder. 

Jackie was really my stepmother. She married my father a decade or so before, at the age of 20. He was 34 at the time, and not looking to remarry. My biological mother was a doctor who decided she needed to go to Africa for six months at a time and work with sick children. It was a noble enough quest, but there she met a young doctor from Los Angeles, got pregnant, and left dad. My father understood what happened – mom was in a difficult place, doing difficult work, and the occasional phone call or letter to her family didn't cure her of her loneliness. That was a side effect of the work she hadn't considered, and it made an impact. Mom became friends with the doctor, and they began to spend any free time they had with each other. When mom returned, she was three months pregnant, and dad was devastated. 

The split was more amicable than expected. My father still loved my mother, but she followed her heart and it took her to Los Angeles. She gave birth to a little girl they named August, who I got to see twice a year when I would go to visit mom. As I grew older, I began to understand that mom didn't intend to hurt my father – she wasn't looking for a lover when she found one. For her part, she was apologetic, and hated that she hurt us. With time came forgiveness, and although I would have liked for my real mother to be at my games, and to watch me grow up, everything worked out better than anyone expected. My father met Jackie, my stepmother, at work, and despite the age difference, grew closer and closer until they realized they should be together. Mom and her husband attended the wedding with August, who was three at the time, I was 7 and though I was just a little boy, I remembered feeling excited that I had a little sister.

Dad passed away suddenly from a heart attack during my sophomore year. He had put on a lot of weight over the years. Jackie warned him repeatedly about the health effects of his added bulk, but he loved his cigars, steaks, and the occasional whiskey, and they took their toll. Jackie was devastated, but she agreed with mom that I should be the one to make the decision about where I wanted to live, and though the chance to spend more time with mom and August was tempting, I didn't want to leave my friends, and Kaitlin. Mom was disappointed, but understood, while Jackie was overjoyed. I felt fortunate to have such caring parents, and had even begun to get to know mom's "new" husband Ted. I thought often of my father as my baseball career blossomed. He loved Kaitlin, and he was proud every time he sat with the men at the barber shop, talking about sports, hearing them praise his son as if dad weren't sitting right there. They knew not to talk about Kaitlin while he was around. 

Then I thought of Holly and I was hard again. 

"What's the matter, baby?" Kaitlin asked, crawling naked in to bed. 

"Thinking about dad," I said, half-lying. "I miss him. He should be here for this." 

I stripped my clothes off, crawled into bed, and made love to Kaitlin. The familiar contours of her body, the familiarity of her sex, her moans, her loving kisses to my eyelids after I had released inside of her comforted me at first, but then brought on a powerful wave of guilt. I held her against me as she drifted off to sleep, and I thought about Holly. She said she loved me. I didn't understand how that was possible. I didn't understand what had happened with coach, I never even thought about being with another man though I'd heard for years that was completely normal for guys my age. Was Holly on birth control like Kat? Holly, beautiful Holly. Eventually, I fell asleep.

Kaitlin was in the shower when I woke up. I rubbed the grogginess from eyes, and thought briefly of catching Kat before she finished. As was usually the case in the morning, my cock was an iron rod, but I eased out from beneath the sheets and swung my legs over the side of the bed. No reason to go after her, Kaitlin would wander back into the room naked and wet from the shower eventually. 

There was a brief knock at the door, and then it opened. I had long since passed the time when I felt the need to cover up around Jackie. More than once, Jackie had walked in on Kaitlin and I engaged in various sexual activities, and would merely smirk, shut the door, and walk away. 

"Oh, sorry hon, I didn't think you were up."

"That's okay," I said. Jackie glanced briefly at my cock, as I had done at first with coach, and then nodded towards the shower.

"Can you let Kat know I'll be ready in about a half hour?"

"I can tell her, but you're still in your robe. It'll be more like an hour." 

Jackie laughed, once more glancing at my cock. 

"Well, there's certainly no wondering why Kat's so loud when you make love to her, stud," she joked. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you weren't exactly quiet either." 

Jackie blushed.

"I'm really proud of you Jack. You've done so well, your father would be so proud." 

"Thank you mom."

"I'd give you a hug, but you'd need to put something on for that."

"Get out," I laughed, and she stuck her tongue out at me before exiting the room without shutting the door – a bad habit of hers I thought had something to do with her not feeling alone and not wanting any barriers between the people still left in her life. When Kat moved in two years ago, my father had to convince her that it was for the best. Kat's home life was not at all good; in fact, there was rarely anything for her to eat. Her father was a gambler, and could barely make the rent each month, and there was no telling what he would do to Kat when he came home drunk. Jackie warmed to the idea when we had an open, frank discussion about sex, and she learned to trust the both of us. Now, Kat's presence thrilled her – they were like sisters and spent a great deal of time together.

Jackie was 32, and still beautiful. I wondered if she would find someone after my father died and decided it was inevitable. She had only dated one man though in the few short years since she was widowed, had a month long relationship with a female legal intern that ended when Jackie had told the girl, who was barely 19, that she loved her, and hadn't tried again since. She was lonely, and I was beginning to worry about what she'd do once I left. 

It didn't escape me that there was sexual tension between us. She married young, was still young, still gorgeous, with long curly blonde hair, a full bosom, slender hips, and strong, shapely legs that she kept in shape by jogging for two hours each morning. Plenty of men were after her, but she wasn't in a hurry to try again. And there I was, a young man, who she already cared about, albeit as a son - though the dynamic between us had always been more of a sibling connection than anything else – in the prime of my sexual awakening. I wondered if our openness, and my resemblance to my father at the time she met him was holding her back – somehow making her feel as though he was still with her, that she had everything she had with him except the sex, and the feel of him next to her every night. 

Kaitlin came out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the end tucked between her large, and glistening breasts. She saw my cock, rolled her eyes, and kissed me. I dropped the towel, picked her up in my arms, and bounced her on my organ until we came silently, noting the open door Jackie didn't close. 

"I love you, Jack," Kaitlin whispered.

"I love you too, Kat. I always will."

After Jackie and Kat left, the phone rang. It was Holly, wondering when I was coming over to the house she shared with her husband. I got dressed, found my keys and my cell, and walked out the door with a thousand questions, and an erection that pressed uncomfortably against the crotch of shorts. There wasn't much certainty that it was merely Holly's presence I was anticipating with excitement. Being with coach had aroused me and I realized that the taboo nature of the acts, the unexpected turn of events, the feeling like I was doing something nobody would approve of had taken over moments after I first touched him. I wondered what kind of answers were in store for me as I drove through the large trees lining coach's driveway, and shut off the engine.