by Jenna Rose
I slam my locker shut hard, and walk up the hall toward them. They’re standing by the water fountain, and I make an obvious show of bending down to take a drink, making sure to point my ass right at her. She stops whatever she was saying and I smile to myself, knowing that any second from now, Dirk is going to turn and see me.
“So, yeah…” she says slowly. “After the game some of the staff are going out for drinks. You should come so we can welcome you to the area!”
My chest goes tight. Could she be more obvious?
“Thanks, but I’ll probably be pretty tired after the game,” Dirk replies, making me smile. Yeah, take that, bitch!
Miss Henderson is like the adult woman version of Trent; all the guys love her (even the high schoolers), and she walks around with an arrogance that makes me want to vomit. Just listening to her little flirtatious voice and school-girl giggles makes me roll my eyes with disgust. Could she really think such stereotypical tactics could work on a man like Dirk?
No, he wants me. I knew it from the moment I saw the look in his eyes last night and the way he moved right in like he owned me. Aside from the recent attention I’ve been getting from Trent, which I think has more to do with him just wanting to up the number of girls he’s had than actually wanting to get to know me, I’ve never really had any guys go after me. But last night, the most gorgeous man on Earth came after me.
There’s a feeling deep down inside me that I know is more than just teenage hormones or a harmless crush. I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight, but I know that I’m feeling it. When I walked into the bathroom and saw him standing there, naked, and watched his cock grow at the sight of me, a part of me came alive that I never even knew existed.
I would have let him take me right then and there with my parents outside if my dad hadn’t called out and interrupted us. I would have gone from a complete innocent to his dirty little slut in the blink of an eye. I would have done anything he told me to, and I still will.
“Hey, Daisy.”
Trent’s voice chatters up my spine like a serrated knife on the edge of a can. I straighten up and turn to see him eyeing me like a hungry dog eyes a piece of meat. “So, coming to the game tonight?”
He makes no attempt to hide the fact that he’s checking out my tits, which have grown at least a cup size since Junior year. If it was Dirk looking at me, I wouldn’t have minded at all—in fact, I would have relished it. But it’s not. Dirk’s behind me, being hit on by Miss Melons.
“Uh, yeah…I was thinking—”
“Hey, Ainsley! What are you doing? Get to the locker rooms and suit up!”
I whirl to see Dirk standing behind me, his eyes fiery, glaring at Trent like he’s about to tear him to pieces. He looks at me like I’ve done something wrong too. I want to protest, tell him that Trent came to talk to me, but what can I say at a time like this without blowing everything?
Shit!
“Uh, sorry, coach!” Trent replies, clearly not concerned about being chewed out. He looks at me. “So, I’ll see you there?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
I don’t know why I say it. Maybe because I don’t know what else to say. Trent apparently doesn’t notice the hesitation in my voice, and just smiles before turning to go.
“No, she won’t see you there, Ainsley,” Dirk barks, causing Trent to turn around. “Because she’ll be in detention.”
“Detention—?” I start to say, but am cut off when Dirk grabs me gruffly by the arm and pulls me down the hall toward his office.
3
Coach
I’m steaming as I pull Daisy into my office and slam the door. Before being accosted by Miss Henderson, I’d passed the team in the halls and had to listen to them discussing my sweet girl.
“Yeah, she’s a virgin, all right. I’d love to pop that cherry.”
“You see those tits she sprouted over the summer? I’d slide my dick between those babies and bust!”
“I bet she’s never even sucked a dick. I’d teach her how.”
I’d been barely able to contain myself. They’ll be doing extra laps next practice, that’s for damn sure.
I turn around to face Daisy and my mouth instantly starts to water and my pants go tight in the crotch. She’s wearing a black skirt that’s barely regulation, stopping right at her knees, and a loose, pink shirt that’s wide-necked and hangs like a t-shirt but shows off an inch of her midriff. She reminds me almost of a Japanese school girl.
“Detention?” she asks. “For what?”
“Abuse of school property,” I reply firmly, my eyes fixed on her. God, she’s beautiful. “The way you slammed your locker.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“And you?” I growl. “What the fuck was that with Trent back there? You’re going to be what…his date to the game tonight?”
“I don’t know,” she replies as her cheeks go pink. “Brenda just sort of set it up this summer…”
“Well you can forget it,” I tell her, trying to keep it cool. I can’t go losing my temper before the game. “You won’t be going to the game.”
“I—I have to go to the game,” she replies. What is she talking about? She can’t possibly have feelings for this guy, can she? The smirk on Trent’s face made me want to make him run drills until his legs fell off. Prick’s probably used to all the girls in school throwing themselves at him. If there’s any guy on Earth who knows what it’s like to have girls like you because you’re an athlete, it’s me.
She’s killing me with this outfit. It’s hugging her curves so tight that I can tell she’s not wearing any panties. Instantly I start to picture what’s underneath. Does she shave? Trim? Wax?
“Why do you have to go?” I ask her. “Worried about upsetting Trent?”
“No,” she shakes her head. “I don’t even like him, Dirk! He’s an asshole!”
My anger begins to dissipate. Thank God.
“But…it’s the game,” she continues. “You kind of have to go, ya know?”
She has a point. It’s a big event for the start of school, and while it’s not an official game, it sets the tone for the rest of the season.
“I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”
“And I don’t like the way she was looking at you,” she replies, catching me off guard. “You know. Miss Melons?”
I burst out laughing. I hadn’t heard that nickname before, but it makes sense; Miss Henderson does have some melons – ridiculously huge ones that I can’t believe haven’t gotten her fired by now. It’s obvious what kind of woman she is, and I don’t want anything to do with her. Seeing Daisy’s jealousy turns me on even harder, and I feel a fresh shot of blood to my already swollen cock.
I move right in on her, remembering her warmth and her scent from last night. When I get close, her perfume fills my nose, igniting my senses. Her lips are plump and ready, innocent like the pussy under her skirt. She has complete control over me. I’m lusting for her like I’ve never lusted for any girl. I want her so badly it almost hurts.
“That fake-boobed tramp has nothing on you,” I tell her, watching her sweet eyes come alive. “You’re a goddess, and you need a real man to treat you like one.”
“Dirk—”
My lips press against hers and the world seems to shake. This is so wrong; I’m kissing a student in my office on my first day of school. But at the same time, it’s so right.
I devour her with my kiss as my lust flows through me. As I pictured doing last night, I grip her tiny waist with my strong hands and pull her to me. Her legs spread to accept my bulge. I press it against her to remind her of what she’s doing to me—just like what she did last night.
I want to take her right here and now, claim her cherry and stretch her tight little unclaimed pussy to my fit. But that wouldn’t be right. She’s a virgin and deserves something special for her first time, not being bent over my desk for a fucking quickie. But I still need to have her, and I’ll be damned i
f I let her go without giving her something.
“Last night was the best night of my life,” I tell her as I break our embrace. “My whole fucking world changed when I set eyes on you.”
“Dirk, I—”
But Daisy doesn’t get a chance to finish. Roughly, I spin her around and bend her over my desk. In a flash, I have the hem of her skirt in my hands. I pull it up, exposing the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs. It catches around her wide, nubile hips, causing me to smile like a man possessed. Because that’s what I am.
When the fabric finally releases and slips up and reveals her ass, I almost bust in my pants. Yup, no panties.
Her hip-to-waist ratio is mind-numbing. With my hand on the small of her back, I press her down on my desk, causing papers and folders to spill everywhere. I grab both of her cheeks and spread her open, giving me a view of her sweet peach, dripping with anticipation.
There’s a bit of trimmed hair there, and I dive right in, smothering my face between her ass and thighs. She gasps as I stretch out my tongue and drag it deeply up the sweet slit of her virgin cunt, coating my lips and chin and cheeks with her juices. I’m in fucking Heaven.
I go deeper between her legs and find her clit with my tongue. My cock is raging beneath my pants, and I know I’ll have to take care of that later, but right now I need to make her come. I need to show her that she’s mine and that I own her. Then, later, she’ll be ready to take all of me.
Daisy moans and pushes eagerly back against my face as I flatten my tongue against her pleasure button. My nose slides gently into her hole and I breath deep, letting her feminine scent wash over me. She truly is a goddess, an innocent, and I’m going to ruin her.
No one’s ever done this to her before, and that lights the fire inside me. I’m going to make her come on my tongue and then show her a whole new world, the thing she’s never done with anyone. I reach up under her t-shirt and slide my fingers underneath her bra.
Her nipples are hard, and I squeeze them, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She gasps as I squeeze her perfect, teenage tits in my rough hands and flick her clit, driving her faster and faster towards the edge. She tastes so fucking good. I know this won’t be enough to stave my hunger for her, but it will have to do for now.
“I—I think I’m close,” she whispers. Yes, you are, baby, I want to say back. But I don’t want to ruin her climax, so I keep my tongue where it is and let my lips twist into a smile as she rocks back against me and goes over the edge.
She slams a fist against my desk as her orgasm rocks her, then puts her fist into her mouth to keep her scream silent. My cock is absolutely killing me with desire to be inside her, but this is about her—not me.
Her whole body shakes and quivers against my face and I close my eyes and relish the sweet taste of her pussy and the warmth of her smooth ass and thighs. She’s mine now. Slowly, I back off, letting my tongue drag back up to her hole so I can taste her pussy’s cum, then give her a little bite on the ass that causes her to jump. She turns and brushes her hair from her face, looking flustered and almost stupefied.
“That’s the first time anyone’s done that to you, isn’t it?” I ask her. She can’t even speak, so she just nods. “I thought so. And there’s so much more where that came from. You can’t even imagine. Your mine now, aren’t you?”
Daisy nods, but that’s not enough for me. I take her by the chin and pull her eyes to mine.
“Aren’t you?”
“Y—yes…” she mutters, her body still quivering from the orgasm I gave her.
“Say it.”
Her eyes—not so innocent anymore—look back at me timidly. I let my lips brush up against hers and repeat myself.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Coach. I’m yours.”
4
Coach
I can barely keep my head in the game. I should be thinking about plays and breaking the other team’s defense, but all I can think about is her. I can still taste her on my lips as I watch the boys go up and down the field. The other team scores on us, but honestly, I don’t give a shit; it’s not even a real game, and choosing between Daisy and a high school soccer game is frankly no choice at all.
We tie it up, and I keep looking down at my watch. Detention will be over soon, which means Daisy will be going home and I can’t let that happen. I have to see her again tonight. I may not be all boned up as I watch from the sidelines, but I’m still on fire for her. Just thinking about her beautiful body, and my hands wrapped around her waist while I take her, has me in a state.
I watch as Trent makes a penalty kick and breathe a heavy sigh as the rest of the crowd goes nuts. We’re tied up now, which means the game’s going to last another half-hour. I groan. Thankfully, we win by one and don’t have to go into penalty kicks. I put on a show and cheer and clap with everyone else, but once the boys are headed for the showers, I’m racing back to the library, praying Daisy is still there. But when I stride through the doors, I see it’s empty. I missed it. Detention is over. Daisy is gone.
Fuck. I’m feeling hot-headed as I make my way back to my office to get my things. As I’m grabbing my bag, I glance down at my desk and see something that shouldn’t be there; it’s a scrap of folded up paper, and as I pick it up, I can smell a hint of Daisy’s perfume. Smiling, I unwrap it. It’s a note:
Sorry, I had to go. My dad picked me up. Text me?
Below was her number. I’m practically shaking as I enter it into my phone. I haven’t been this entranced by a girl since…well, since I was her age. I type a text as I leave the office.
ME: Sorry I missed you. Game went long.
I press send as I’m headed down the halls to the parking lot. As I pass the boys’ locker room, I hear Trent’s cocky little voice ring out.
“She didn’t stand me up, douche. She got detention. She’ll still be giving me that cherry, though.”
I start to see red. If Trent wasn’t a student, I’d be in there wiping the floor with his face. I heard Brad, our goalie, respond.
“I’d like to have a run on her when you’re done with her,” he laughs. “Sharing is caring, Trent.”
My knuckles go white around my cell phone. If I squeeze any harder, I’m sure I’ll crack the screen.
“Trent!” I roar, my voice echoing like thunder down the empty hall. The boys stop their chatter.
“Coach?” Trent replies.
“Get your ass out here!”
I hear whispers from inside, then Trent emerges looking slightly timid. He knows he’s been caught, and as I’m his new coach, doesn’t know whether he should be worried or not.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.
“Uh…getting ready to go home?”
“Bullshit,” I growl. “You’re running laps.”
He opens his mouth like he’s ready to tell me to fuck off, but sees my expression and thinks better of it.
“Laps, coach?”
“That’s right,” I tell him. “You were slow out there on the field today. We barely won. I want ten laps before you head home.”
“Coach, that’s not fair—”
“Don’t argue with me,” I tell him. He hangs his head and starts to head back into the locker room. “Oh, and clean up that mouth of yours,” I add. “Who do you think you are? Donald Trump?”
My phone vibrates in my hand and I turn away from him and head outside to my truck. I check and see a text from Daisy:
It’s okay. Tomorrow ;)
Tomorrow…No. I know I won’t be able to wait until tomorrow. My dick is aching for her as I drive back to my apartment. But when I get home, I just park on the street and sit there with the engine running. I’m only five minutes from her house. I know I shouldn’t do what I want to do next, but I can’t help myself. I text her again:
Are your parents in bed?
It only takes thirty seconds for her to respond, but it feels like an eternity.
Yes. I can hear them talking tho…
I write back.
In ten minutes, sneak out and come to the end of the block. I’ll be waiting.
I throw the truck into gear and head for her house. I get another text on the way.
You’re crazy…
I grin as I park in the shadow of a tree.
About you.
I can see her house from where I’m parked. The light in Pete and Charlotte’s room is off, but Daisy’s is still on. For a quick second, I see her silhouette in the window and feel my dick throb between my thighs. Then her light goes off and I wait. A car passes, and I turn my face away just in case it’s someone who knows me and Daisy. A faculty from her school sitting outside her house at night is not a good look. I watch the taillights disappear down the street, and then I see her.
Daisy, with a hoody on, walking quickly up the sidewalk towards me. I feel a rush of excitement as I turn off the dome light and open the door for her.
“Hey!” she whispers as she slides in beside me. The scent of her is like a drug to me, and I’m instantly lightheaded. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
“Come here,” I growl. I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her to me. My lips find hers and my world explodes. My cock goes full-mast beneath my pants and I quickly slide a hand under her sweatshirt. She isn’t wearing anything underneath and I cup her warm, full breast, causing her to let out a tiny moan and arch her back like a goddess—a virgin, teenage goddess that I’m going to claim tonight.
Breaking our embrace is close to impossible, but I have to do it. We can’t stay here making out in her neighborhood. I place a hand on her thigh and squeeze as I pull away and head for my house.
“I can’t believe you gave me detention,” she says with a smile as I drive.
“I had to,” I reply. “There’s no way I’m letting that Trent bastard anywhere near you.”
“What an abuse of power,” she teases as she runs a hand up my thigh. “Imagine what the parents would say.”
