The Soccer Coach
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I watched 16 yelling, screaming brats reducing to shambles the dribbling drill I had designed for them, and I asked myself how in the hell I got involved with coaching a boys’ soccer team. I don’t know shit about soccer. I should have been out drinking, and trying to get laid. Nobody but a dummy like me lets his “community oriented” boss talk me into coaching his son’s soccer team.
We were two games into the season, and we’d lost both games badly. The k**s were playing with enthusiasm, but hey just couldn’t get the hang of scoring goals. Obviously something had to be done. I discussed the situation with the league director. He admitted that I needed some help and said he would see what he could do. Based on his past track record, it meant he wasn’t going to do anything.
The drill was getting out of control. Two k**s were now crying, and one had a bloody nose. I whistled them in and was giving them my usual pep talk when I noticed that their eyes were distracted. This was not a particularly unusual occurrence- their eyes always seemed to be focused somewhere else. This time, however, they were all distracted to the same place, somewhere behind me.
I glanced around and I lost my train of thought. A tall, slender girl was crossing the grassy field towards me. Her long tan legs descended from a pair of tight blue shorts and carried her with a gliding motion. The white tee shirt she wore drew tightly around her small waist and clung to her full breasts. The warm evening breeze swirled her long blonde hair around her shoulders as she walked.
She came closer and flashed bright smile. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Jody Smith. I understand that you’re looking for an assistant coach.”
“Hi Jody” I said. “I’m Jerry Johnson, and I am indeed looking for an assistant. Do you know much about soccer?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes from wandering to her chest.
“Sure,” she replied. “I play on a girls’ soccer team at Johnson College, and I am majoring in physical education. I need some experience in coaching for one of my classes, and I heard that you needed some help.”
I was trying to keep my eyes focused on her face, but my will power was fading and my gaze dropped to her breasts jutting proudly beneath her shirt. She wore a bra, but it did little to hide the outline of her nipples. She obviously was aware of the objects of my attention since her nipples began to harden and stick out. Although I am not normally prone to such boldness, I continued to watch as they continued extended themselves beneath the flimsy material of her shirt. I suddenly felt stupid and quickly looked up to her. The expression on her face told me that she was neither embarrassed nor teasing, just thoughtful.
“Well,” I heard myself saying, “I can sure use your help. I don’t know much about soccer, and this team is going nowhere fast.”
We discussed coaching strategy and plans for the team. She suggested practices on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights would be plenty. This gave us two more practice sessions to get ready for Saturday’s game. By the time we finished talking, it was getting dark and time to quit for the night. I dismissed the team and Cindy helped me gather up the equipment. The breeze had died, and in the stillness of the dark soccer field, I could smell her perfume and feel the warmth of her body so close to me. All too soon the equipment was loaded in the back of my truck. She said “goodnight,” got in her car, and drove away. I drove home with thoughts of Jody filling my mind. For the first time since I had taken this coaching job, I was actually looking forward to a practice.
I was early for Wednesday’s practice and busied myself getting out the equipment and going over the team roster. By the time Jody arrived, I was almost convinced that she wouldn’t show up. My doubts vanished when I saw her hop out of her car and head my way. My breath caught in my throat as she approached. She wore a thin halter top which barely came together beneath her tits. She had obviously elected to forego the bra, and her tits bounced beneath the halter as she walked. Without the restriction of the bra, her nipples were clearly defined under the fabric, and I had an almost irresistible urge to reach out and touch them. The low cut shorts she was wearing today were even tighter that those on Monday. The seam in the crotch lay tightly in the crease of her pussy causing the folds of her vulva to swell out into a cameltoe. Between the bottom of her halter and the top of her shorts, I could see the gentle curves of her smooth, tanned belly and hips. I felt my prick harden in my pants and wondered if she could see the bulge. I noticed her looking at my crotch, and judging from her lingering gaze, I figured she could the outline of my cock. I was preparing to make some casually suggestive remark about her appearance when the first four screaming demons arrived, and the opportunity was gone.
The rest of the practice was a lost cause for me. I turned the coaching responsibilities over to Jody, and stood by to watch. I found that my attention centered more on Cindy than on the team. When she bent down to pick up a soccer ball facing me, my eyes were automatically glued to the gap in her halter top, looking for an unobstructed view of her tits. I seemed to never be at the right angle or have enough light, and it was frustrating. When she was facing away from me and bent down, I got a great view of her ass. I tried discreetly to rearrange my cock in my pants so that it would not be quite so obvious.
At last, darkness descended over the field, and I ended the practice. Once again, I was alone with her, feeling her closeness to me and aching to run my hands under the halter top and caress those magnificent tits. The touch of her hand on my arm interrupted my fantasy. “Jerry,” she said softly.
“I think we should get together sometime soon and discuss a game strategy. I’d like to know what you have in mind before Saturday.” In the fading light, I could see a mischievous smile at the corners of her mouth.
“About the game?” I asked, trying to be cool but not thinking with my brain.
“I think that’s a good place to start,” she replied.
“How about right now?” I asked.
“I can’t tonight; I have a big exam tomorrow. How about tomorrow night?” she asked.
“Great,” I replied. I’ll take you to dinner and we can figure out how we can score.”
The little smile was back, and I felt uncomfortable. I wished to hell I could purposely use those double meanings statements instead of having them pop out by surprise. I admitted to myself long ago that I wasn’t a stud, but I hadn’t given up trying yet.
Jody gave me the address to her place. I spent the remainder of the evening pacing my apartment, fantasizing about the following night and wondering what approach I should take, or even if I should. The following day was torturous. I found myself watching the clock all day. Finally it was time to pick her up.
At 7:30 sharp, I was at her door. Someone who I assumed was her roommate opened the door and gave me the once-over. “You must be Jerry,” she said matter-of-factly.
“That’s right,” I replied. “Is Jody ready?”
“Almost. Come in.” She stepped back. “I’m Becky, Jody’s roommate.”
I followed her into the small living room and stood nervously while the girl left to tell Jody that I was here. I cast an appreciative eye on the sexy swing in Becky’s ass as she walked away from me. She was not as pretty as Cindy, I thought, but under the rumpled bulk of the bathrobe she wore, I could discern a large pair of breasts. She must be really stacked, I concluded.
Soon enough, Jody came out with Becky. “Wow.” was all I could say. Jody was in a tan low-cut dress with brown high heels, and beige nylons. She was wearing make-up and lipstick, and her hair was curled.
“Hi,” she smiled. “I guess you’ve met my roommate. I hope she didn’t make a spectacle of herself,” Jody said with a serious look.
“No,” I laughed. Then I added without thinking, “It’s difficult to be a spectacle in a bulky bathrobe.”
“You mean this thing,” Becky said in puzzlement, and pulled open the robe, showing me what was underneath it. She gave me a stunning view of two enormous tits precariously suspended in what appeared to be a bikini top. I felt a constriction in my throat. I glanced cautiously at Jody. She smiled at me. “Now, is that a spectacle?” she asked slyly.
“Yes,” I gulped, “Those definitely qualify as spectacles.”
Jody and Becky both burst into laughter. I joined in rather half-heartedly. I wasn’t sure how Cindy would take me ogling her roommate’s practically bare tits. Nor was I sure I should pursue that line of dialogue or leave well enough alone. “Ready to go?” she asked.
I took Jody to a small Italian restaurant where I often ate. We sat at the bar for drinks. For the first time, I had a chance to learn something about my new assistant coach. She told me about her college studies and that she would graduate at the end of this semester. I learned that she had grown up in the mid-west and was somewhat a health nut. She was into jogging, and she played tennis regularly with her roommate. I silently wished I had kept up with my own tennis. I wondered if I could hold my own against this athletic girl.
I felt the drink warming up my body, and I began to relax. I was becoming more aware of the sensual attraction of the girl sitting next to me. She talked softly, leaning towards me occasionally, and turning slightly so that her knee touched my leg. Each contact brought a stirring to my groin. I felt an irresistible urge to slip my hand into the inviting warmth between her legs.
We were escorted to a quiet booth near the back. We ordered our meal and spent most of the remaining time discussing soccer and the strategy to use for the upcoming game. I was amazed at how quickly Jody had sized up the various abilities of the boys. She made position suggestions which I, in my ignorance of the game of soccer and with my attention distracted by her low-cut dress, was only too willing to accept.
As we sipped our after-dinner drinks, Jody slipped out of the booth across from me and sat next to me. I immediately became aware of her knee again, but this time that wasn’t all that was brushing against my leg. Her thigh was pressing against mine, and I felt the warmth of her through my pants. I could resist no longer and allowed my hand to settle lightly on her knee. She placed her hand on top of mine and pulled it up under her dress to the bare legs above her nylons. Then she leaned closer to me.
“I wasn’t sure you wanted me,” she said.
“I’ve wanted you since first time you showed up at the field,” I said. “I guess I’m kind of shy with my propositions.”
“I think you’re doing okay. Where would you like it to go from here?”
“How about my apartment?” I suggested.
She pressed my hand to the inside of her thigh and her soaking wet panties. “Let’s go,” she said, “before I **** you right here in public.”
We drove to my apartment in silence. She had slipped he skirt up and I again nestled my hand on the inside of her thighs, this time rubbing her pussy. She was hot and horny. Her hand settled on my crotch, and her fingers began to stroke the head of my cock through my pants. I could barely concentrate on my driving.
I unlocked the door and followed her into the living room. I clicked on a lamp and moved to her. She came into my arms and molded her body to mine. Her mouth was open and as our lips met, her tongue darted out in search of mine. I slid my hands down over her curvy hips and squeezed her butt. I lifted her slightly and pulled her tightly against my aching groin. She began to rotate her hips slightly, varying the pressure on my hard prick.
Taking her by the hand, I led her into the bedroom. Slowly, I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. She quickly unhooked her bra, and it fell to the floor. In the dim light from the hallway, I could see her shapely tits inviting my touch. I cupped one in each hand and slipped my thumbs over her nipples. Cindy moaned as I massaged them to hardness.
Pulling away from me, she slipped out of her skirt and panties, standing in front of me in just stockings and a garter belt. Then, she helped me out of my clothes. She knelt to slide my pants and shorts down over my hips, and my erect prick swung free, slapping her in the face. She grasped the base of my shaft and began to trace the head with her tongue. I felt myself getting weak at the knees.
“Let’s get on the bed,” I said huskily.
I lay on my back, and she crawled towards me on all fours, like a kitten searching out a play thing. She took my prick deep into her mouth, and I felt her tongue working up and down. I reached beneath her to the hot, swollen folds of her pussy and easily slipped two fingers into its depths. Then I slid my moistened fingers out and began a circular motion around her clitoris. She spread her knees, and I could hear the moans escaped from her mouth around my prick. Soon she was rocking her pelvis forward and back, rubbing her clit on my fingers, pressing her face deeper into the hair between my legs. I felt myself building towards an orgasm, and I quickly lifter her head from my cock.
“Do you want to swallow my cum or have me shoot it in your pussy?” I asked.
“Both” she whispered and once again plunged my cock deep into her mouth.
“Bring me your pussy,” I said, and she swung one leg over my head. I watched her glistening, blood engorged outer pussy lips, her dark wide open inner lips and her dripping pink cunt descend to my mouth. The musky smell of her juice enveloped my senses, and I slipped my tongue into her cunt. Jody spread her legs further and pressed the lips of her pussy harder against my mouth. She began a slow, fucking motion, working herself into an ever higher state of ecstasy. I matched her motions with my tongue, letting it slide back and forth along one side of her clitoris, then the other. Occasionally, I would plunge my tongue as deeply as I could into her cunt.
The movement of my tongue was driving her wild. The tempo of her hip increased, and I could feel my prick being taken deeper and deeper into her mouth. The warmth of her throat fueled the fires in my loins. Reaching down, I clasped her head and started pumping my cock. I felt her tongue constrict on my prick. She seemed determined to suck it completely off my body. She was really hot now; her pussy was grinding into my mouth, trying to find greater contact with the source of her desire. Then, she began to climax, and I could feel the sharp constrictions of her muscles against my tongue. The forcefulness of her orgasm and the wet heat of her mouth around my prick ignited an orgasm in my stomach. It gathered itself slowly at first; I could almost trace its path down to my balls. From there, it surged forward. I felt my body arch under her weight. She reached under me and grabbed me by the butt. I thought the world must be ending for my whole body exploded deep in her throat. She swallowed my semen as fast as it squirted out of my cock. Each swallowing motion by her brought another contraction from me. I felt as if my whole body was drawn into her mouth.
Eventually, our orgasms passed and we lay together, relaxing, exhausted. Jody rose and turned around to lay her head on my shoulder. It was so peaceful lying there with her warm naked body snuggled against me, the fresh smell of her hair filling my nostrils. I must have dozed off. A hand on my hips brought me back to consciousness. I opened my eyes to see Jody straddling me on her knees. She had inserted my limp prick into her wet, hot pussy and was using the muscles to massage it. I could feel my cock starting to grow. As it hardened, it extended itself deep inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned back, moaning softly.
“Oh, this feels so good,” she whispered.
She arched her back and thrust her tits forward. I reached for them with both hands and began to rub her dark, firm nipples.
“Sit up and kiss them,” she commanded.
My tongue traced the edge of each of her areolas, and I took each nipple into my mouth, first licking, then rolling them between my tongue and teeth, and finally nipping them lightly with my teeth.
Cindy grasped the back of my head and pressed my face to her breasts. She began to raise and lower herself on my cock. She would lift herself up until just the head of my hard cock was at the opening of her cunt. Then she would slowly settle down on me again, letting my shaft penetrate deep into her belly. The teasingly slow up and down movement was setting me on fire. I clamped her small waist in my hands and urged her to greater speed. My hips rose to meet her downward motion, and I could feel my distended prick bumping the end of her cunt.
She threw back her head and increased the tempo of her movements. Soon she was crashing down upon my hips, ramming my cock into her. Each collision seemed to excite her more, and the urgency of her motion increased. Suddenly, her fingers dug into my shoulders and she began to climax. A cry escaped her throat, and she slammed against me, bucking wildly. Her rhythm began to slow, but I was nearing climax now, and I only wanted to thrust into her again and again.
Quickly I rolled her under me and continued driving my aching cock into her. Her legs instinctively came up until her heels were in the small of my back. Her pussy was wide open and all mine. I could feel an orgasm gathering itself and I was overcome with the need to get deeper inside her. She reached down and grabbed my buttocks. Her fingers sought my asshole and pressed one inside. It was as if she had pressed the launch button on a missile. A gigantic climax stiffened my entire body. I felt my semen spurt deep inside her. She pulled my hips tightly against her groin, savoring the feel of my pulsing prick inside of her.
“Oh Jerry,” she whispered, “God that feels good.”
With all of my energy drained, I lay exhausted on her. We lay quietly, her fingers lazily tracing random patterns on my back. Soon, we were both asleep.
The smell of frying bacon nudged me to wakefulness. I felt the bed beside me, and it was empty. I pulled on a bathrobe and followed the smell to the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Jody called cheerfully. “Want some coffee?”
She was clad only in one of my shirts, buttoned once at her belly button, and with her cute butt sticking out. As she leaned to sit my cup of coffee on the table, the shirt gapped open, revealing the firm roundness of her tits. She caught my gaze, smiled mischievously, and gave me a light kiss on my forehead.
“Better eat breakfast,” she laughed. “You need to recharge your batteries.”
The shirt tail whisked across her bare ass as she walked back to the stove. My prick came fully erect and thrust itself out through the opening in my bathrobe.
“Hey,” I said, motioning to my prick. “I think my batteries are okay.”
Jody looked at my reddened prick and smiled. She turned off the stove and let the shirt fall to the floor.
“Ever fucked a woman on a kitchen table?” she asked setting my coffee cup out of the way.
“There is a first time for everything.” I replied and shrugged off my robe.
She sat on the edge of the table and lay back. Her legs reached out to encircle me. “Bring it to me baby,” she said softly. Her pussy was already wet and swollen, ready to receive my cock.
As my prick slipped easily into her warm cunt, a sudden illogical thought crossed my mind. Maybe Jody was just what our team needed. If she could coach as well as she fucked, those k**s can’t help but score too.
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