by Jenna Rose
“Don’t talk about parents,” I tell her.
“Why? You worried about mine?”
“Your dad would fucking kill me if he knew about this,” I confess. I do feel bad about it, but I’m powerless to stop my feelings for her. What I’m feeling is once in a lifetime.
“Don’t you think that makes it hotter?” she whispers, leaning close so I can feel her breath in my ear. I want to close my eyes and wrap my arm around her, but I have to drive.
“You know, I was thinking,” she goes on. “About what you did to me in your office? And my mom always taught me that one good deed deserves another.”
Daisy pops the button on my pants, releasing some of the pressure. I glance over at her gorgeous face, the light from the streetlamps shimmering in her eyes. My lust for her is uncontrollable.
She may have gotten things started, but I take over. I unzip my pants, grab my cock and pull out my erection. There’s a moment of silence as she looks at it, and when I glance over at her, I see her eyes are wide, like she can’t believe it.
“That’s right, baby,” I tell her as I run my fingers through her hair and take hold. “It’s all for you.”
And with a feral groan, I push her head down into my lap.
5
Daisy
I can’t believe this is happening, I think as I open my mouth. My lips wrap around the tip of Coach’s big dick and the rush flows through me like an earthquake. I’ve never done this before. I’d never even seen a dick in real life before yesterday, and now I’m giving my dad’s thirty-something friend head in his truck after sneaking out of my house. And I’m fucking loving it.
The warmth of his dick surprises me. He’s long, thick and hot, and I taste something salty on my tongue—probably pre-cum. The realization is like a fresh dose of thrill, and when Coach groans and tightens his grip in my hair, I almost lose myself.
I’m naked under my sweatpants and hoody, and I feel a rush of heat between my legs as I start to suck his enormous dick. I’m already wet from when we were texting and the sheer excitement of knowing what I was about to do, but now I’m absolutely soaked.
“That’s it,” Coach growls as he turns the truck. “Wrap those virgin lips around my dick.”
More pre-cum spills onto my tongue and the fire inside me flares high. A side of me I never knew existed comes alive and I reach my free hand down into my pants and drag my middle finger up my slit to feel how wet I am. I remember what he did to my tongue with his clit, and try to mirror it with my finger. It’s nowhere near as good, but having his dick in my mouth is fucking amazing.
The truck slows to a stop and Coach puts it in park. I’m just getting going when he lifts my head and looks at me. His eyes are fierce, possessive, dominant. I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a deep kiss, sucking my tongue, reminding me of what he’d done to my pussy earlier in his office.
“You’re fucking amazing, beautiful,” he tells me, his voice low. “But that was just a warmup. Now it’s time for the real match.”
He grabs both of my wrists and pulls me across the seat and into his arms. I let out a tiny little yelp as he throws me over his shoulder like I’m a load of lumber from my dad’s mill. I’m overflowing with excitement as he bursts through the door and carries me straight into his bedroom.
This is really happening, I realize as he throws me down on the mattress. Holy shit.
He strips quickly out of his shirt, and although I’ve seen him naked already, the sheer perfection of his body takes my breath away. My eyes seem to move on their own from his broad shoulders and thick chest, through the tufts of hair and down to the lines of his abs that lead straight down to the V that disappears into his pants…
My mouth is watering and I realize I’m writhing on the bed beneath him as he drops his pants. For a split second, I feel like I’m about to freak out. I’ve never done anything with a guy, and now I’m about to give my virginity to the soccer coach from my school? Oh, and he’s also hung like a horse.
“Relax,” Coach tells me, as though he’s reading my mind. “You’ll be able to take it.”
“I—I will?” I whisper as he leans down over me and lets his hard cock fall between my legs.
“It’s going to hurt at first, but you’re in good hands, beautiful,” he purrs, dragging his lips across my neck. “And then you won’t even believe how amazing it feels. It will make what I did to you in my office feel like child’s play.”
Normal Daisy would never do something like this. Sneaking out of the house, hooking up with guys, breaking the rules—that’s something Brenda would do. Not me. And maybe that’s one of the many reasons why I’m loving this so much.
I lift my hips so he can pull my pants off, and I raise my sweatshirt up over my breasts so he can see all of me. I’m nervous, but all that goes away when I see the look in his eyes.
He leans down against me and kisses me, letting his cock, dripping with pre-cum and my spit, press against my pussy. I moan as he starts slowly thrusting, spreading my slit with his shaft, teasing me with what’s to come. My head’s spinning. I don’t even know what to do, but I feel safe in his hands.
My nipples are hard as he takes one between his lips and bites down gently. I squeal and arch my back up off the bed. His cock presses against my clit, sending a jolt of sensation through me.
“Oh, God…” I moan.
“No. I’m not God, baby. Call me Coach.”
He presses the tip of his cock against my hole and I brace myself and look up at him. Yeah, this is going to happen. I know it’s going to hurt, but I’m ready for it. In fact, I’m dying for it.
I feel myself start to open and stretch as he presses inside me, and realize that I’m about to lose my virginity. But as I wrap my arms around him and take a deep breath, the doorbell blares, shattering the moment. I jump, like a bucket of ice water was just thrown on me while I was in the shower.
“What the fuck?” Coach growls, glancing behind him in the direction of the door.
“Were you…expecting someone?” I ask hesitantly. My thoughts instantly go to my parents and my heart skips several beats. I can’t even imagine what would happen to the both of us if they found me here.
“No,” he replies. “Maybe it’s a missionary or something.”
“At this time of night?”
The doorbell blares again. Coach growls and gets off of me, grabs a pair of sweatpants from the closet and steps into them. He ties them tight, doing his best to hide the massive hard-on, and slides into a tank top.
“Stay here,” he tells me firmly as he heads for the door.
“Coach, wait—”
“I’ll be right back,” he says. “Just stay here.”
He leaves the room and closes the door behind him. I don’t know what to do, so I quickly pull my pants back on and pull my hoody down. If it somehow is my parents, maybe I can come up with a story about why I’m in Coach’s bedroom at this time of night and why I snuck out…
No. That’s not going to happen. If it’s either of them, I’m fucked. I listen and hear the faint sound of the front door opening, followed by voices. One of them is Coach’s, but the other one is too soft to make out. It sounds like a woman’s though.
My mom? My heart leaps at the thought, but when I don’t hear the sound of angry footsteps racing toward the bedroom, I start to calm down a little. But if it’s not my mom, who could it be?
A flood of jealousy ripples through me as I go over the possibilities. Another girl from school? Another woman? Miss Melons!? My hands go tight around the blankets as I think about that big, fake-boobed slut coming and knocking on Coach’s door at night. But surely he’d get rid of her immediately. I can still hear him talking to whoever it is.
Carefully and quietly, I get up out of bed and creep to the door. I press my head against it and try to hear the conversation. It’s muffled, but I managed to make out a bit.
“…be here!...can’t right now.”
It’
s Coach’s voice, and he sounds distraught. I want to tear the door open and see what’s going on, but he’d told me to stay put.
“I’m sorry if I upset you,” the woman says. “…just needed…you…”
Needed you!? Fresh anger pours through me. I hear the front door close, followed by the door to another room in the house opening and closing, and race back to the bed. Coach comes back in, trying to hide the fact that he’s totally pissed off.
“You have to go,” he tells me flatly. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you home.”
“But, Coach—”
“Now,” he tells me “I’ll explain in the truck. Come on.”
6
Daisy
I’m watching my cereal go soggy when my mom comes downstairs.
“Geez, what happened to you?” she asks. I look up and brush my hair out of my face. I’ve done my best to not look like a complete wreck this morning, but I obviously failed.
“Huh? What?”
“You look like you were up all night,” she smiles. Shit.
“Don’t say that,” I groan.
“Ohhh, I know what’s going on,” she says with a smile as she pours herself a coffee. She sits down at the table with me and gives me that look, like we’re girlfriends and I can’t hide a thing from her.
“Mom, don’t—”
“You’re in l-o-v-e love,” she says.
I groan and slump forward on the table.
“Who’s in love?” I hear my dad say as he comes into the kitchen.
“No one!” I say loudly as I quickly stand up and bring my bowl to the sink. “Mom’s just messing with me.”
“It’s not that Trent kid, is it?” my dad asks suspiciously. “Because I know guys like him. They’re bad news.”
Just the thought of Trent having his hands on me like Coach did last night makes my stomach twist. My mom’s right; I was up all night thinking about Coach and just how close we got to sealing the deal before his mom showed up.
Yeah, apparently Coach’s mom is a little cuckoo crazy and likes to just drop in from time to time when she needs help with things. He didn’t want to go into too much detail, which I can understand. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have a parent like that. Thankfully, other than apparently loving to torment me about my love life, my parents are great people.
“Captain of the soccer team?” my mom asks, raising an eyebrow. “I dunno, that would be a big change for Daisy. I’m all for it.”
“Fuck no!” my dad bellows, causing us both to laugh. “That prick’s got one thing on his mind, and that’s hit-it-and-quit-it!”
“Peter!” my mom snaps, trying not to laugh. “Stop!”
“Hey, I know boys! I was one once, if you can believe that. And marriage is the farthest thing from that little whipper-snapper’s mind.”
“Well, she doesn’t have to get married now,” my mom says. “Right, Daisy?”
I look back at her as I grab my bag. “I dunno, ma. But I have been feeling like I’m ready to get pregnant lately.”
She gasps as I jump out the door and race out to the sidewalk where Brenda’s waiting for me in her car. I hop in and she drives off.
“What happened to you last night?” she asks immediately.
“Ugh, what?”
“You’re…glowing,” she replies.
“Glowing? Shut up.”
“You are. Isn’t she, Aubrey?”
Aubrey nods from the backseat. “Glowing.”
“Did you get a new vibrator or something?” Brenda asks. “Catch a Big-O before school?”
“Ew, no!” I protest. I’ve never even owned a…vibrator, let alone replaced an old one with a new one. In fact, until last night, I never even really…pleasured myself. But after the huge girl-blue-balls I had last night after Coach dropped me off, I had to do what I had to do.
“Then what?” she asks. “Did Trent sneak over last night? Climb in through your window?”
“Ew, stop.”
“Daisy wouldn’t do that, Brenda,” Aubrey says happily. “She’s a good girl.”
If only you knew…
“Speaking of Trent,” Brenda says as we pull into the school parking lot. “How about that new coach? What’s his name?”
“Dirk,” Aubrey says. “Yeah, he’s hot.”
A flare of jealousy I’ve never experienced hits me like an unexpected slap to the face. I whirl on Brenda like I’m about to slap her in the face, and she actually leans away and puts up her hand.
“Whoa! What the Hell?” she exclaims. I realize I’ve just fucked up, and fumble around in an attempt to salvage the situation.
“You flinched!” I exclaim, forcing a laugh. Brenda looks at me like I’m crazy as she parks, then rolls her eyes and turns off the car.
“Crazy bitch,” she chuckles. “But yeah, that new coach? He’s hot as fuck. I’d love to take a ride on his pony, ya know?”
Aubrey laughs, but I’m biting my lip as we get out of the car and head for school.
“Yeah, but did you hear the rumor about him?” Aubrey asks. “He’s from like Australia or something—”
“New Zealand,” I correct her.
“Yeah, whatever,” she replies. “But I heard he had to leave the country because he was a sex offender!”
“Oh my God, really?!” Brenda laughs. “Like…little kids? Or just underage. Because if it’s just underage, I’m okay with that.”
“He’s not a sex offender!” I blurt out. “Are you guys stupid? He wouldn’t be able to work here if that was true!”
Both of my friends look at me like I’m crazy, and I realize that my reaction is completely out of character. Again, I try to salvage the situation and hide my craziness by cracking a big smile.
“Sorry, I had too much coffee this morning.”
“Girl, is it that time of the month or something too?” Brenda scoffs. “Because you’re losing it today.”
Phew, I think as we head inside. I take a breath and try to slow my heartrate as my eyes scour the halls for Coach. Unfortunately, I don’t see him. What I do see, is Trent leaning on the locker next to mine.
“We’ll leave you two alone,” Brenda says quietly. She grabs Aubrey by the arm and drags her away. My heart drops.
“Missed you yesterday,” Trent says, flashing me the smile that’s worked on so many other girls.
“I had detention,” I tell him as I tug open my locker, causing him to jump back.
“Yeah, well…you could have come after. The game went long.”
“Sorry, I had homework.”
Could I be more obvious that I’m not interested? But Trent either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.
“We won,” he grins. “I scored.”
“Congratulations,” I say, glancing around, hoping that Coach will show up any second to rescue me.
“What do you say we hang out tonight?” he asks. “My folks are headed out of town. I’ll have the house to myself.”
“I’ve got homework tonight,” I tell him. I try to turn away, but he grabs me by the arm and pulls me back to him.
“Whoa, where you going?” he asks me. He sounds like he’s trying to soothe a wild horse or something. “You really gonna turn down the captain of the soccer team? I’m inviting you to my house to spend some time alone with me, Daisy.”
I want to vomit.
“I know, Trent,” I reply, trying not to freak out. “And I’m telling you that I. Have. Homework!”
With that, I whirl around and stride quickly away from him. I can feel my cheeks burning up as I round the corner and run straight into someone. I step back, trip over my own two feet and fall backwards. But two strong arms catch me and I look up into Coach’s dreamy eyes.
“Whoa, careful there!” he says loudly. He wants everyone to notice what he just did so it doesn’t look creepy that he’s got his arms around me. I try not to beam too brightly as he helps me to my feet. “This is why they say no running in the halls, Miss Rain.”
Miss Rain? That’s kind of hot…
“Sorry…I was just in a hurry to get to class,” I reply. Then, lowering my voice. “Trent was bothering me again.”
“That little prick,” he mutters. “I’ll make him run laps until his fucking legs fall off!”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Don’t worry about him. He’s got nothing on you.”
Coach turns his eyes to me and I’m instantly reminded that I belong to him. It warms my heart and I cross my legs as I feel myself starting to get aroused.
“I need to see you tonight,” he tells me. “But I have practice. Can you sneak out again?”
I shake my head. “My parents are doing a Netflix marathon of Better Call Saul tonight. There’s no way.”
“Shit,” he curses, biting his lip. “All right. I’ll figure something out.”
“What?” I ask him.
He leans closer, but not too close to arouse suspicion. I can feel the heat from his body and smell his scent. All I can think about is the tip of his dick pressed against my hole last night and just how close I was to finally being his.
“Don’t worry,” he replies with a smirk. “I’ll make it happen. I’ll see you tonight.”
I know he’d kiss me if he could, and I almost just want to say fuck it and kiss him. But he walks away quickly, as though he knows that if he stays too much longer something bad is going to happen. As I watch him go, I can’t help but think about what my mom said to me back at the house. Am I really falling in love?
7
Daisy
The rest of the day seems to crawl by. Every thirty seconds I’m glancing at the door to see if I can spot Coach walking by. Between classes, I’m walking aimlessly around the halls, hoping to run into him. At lunch, I can barely concentrate on what the girls are saying. Their gossip seems so…juvenile now. But I am glowing now – glowing with the amazing secret that is my relationship with Coach.
Relationship, I think as I ignore Brenda going on about which one of the soccer guys, besides Trent, is the hottest. It’s crazy that the word “relationship” just popped into my head like that. I guess it just felt right, despite the fact that I’ve only known Coach for two days. Everything just feels so natural with him though. I trust it in a way I’ve never trusted anything. Just as I’m starting to daydream about his strong, rough hands and chiseled jaw, Brenda says something that snaps me back to reality.
