Filthy Coach: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Amy Brent

  I knocked on his bedroom door and listened – remembering the sounds I'd heard coming from the room last night. Yes, he'd tried to be quiet, I could tell, but there were times he couldn't stop himself from letting out small groans and grunts that I recognized as the sounds of someone orgasming.

  At first, there was no answer from inside his room. I thought maybe Julian was asleep. But then I realized that more than likely, he was avoiding me. It made sense. He was probably freaked out. Bless his heart, this probably was a bit much for him. But I'd heard the sounds he made – I knew he wanted it.

  I knew he wanted me.

  I knocked again, this time speaking, “Julian? You awake?”

  After a second, the door opened and he was standing there, staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

  “I thought maybe we could talk?” I said, biting my lip. “After what happened last night and all. I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward – that wasn't the point.”

  His eyes softened, but it took a moment for him to say anything, so I continued, knowing we were alone in the house.

  “I heard you last night,” I said. “Through the walls. Just like I know you heard me.”

  Julian backed away from the door, turning around and preparing to shut me out, but I pushed on the door and stepped inside the bedroom. I wasn't going to let him get away from me that easily.

  “Sabrina, please – we can't do this.”

  “Yes, we can,” I insisted. “I see the way you look at me, I heard you jerking off last night. I'm no fool. You want me, Julian. And I want you. Why keep denying ourselves something so special? Something we both quite obviously want.”

  Last night had made me ballsy. It had reinforced the idea that I was right about him being attracted to me. And having heard him jerking off – knowing he was jerking off to thoughts of me – I didn't hold back this time. Instead, I walked right up to him and stood within inches of him – my face kissing distance from his.

  “I saved myself for you, Julian. Did you know that? Of all the boys I could have had in college, I didn't give in. Even being as horny as I am, I waited. For you,” I said and smiled. “And do you really want to deny me what I've been waiting my entire life for?”

  Julian took a deep breath in, as if he was shocked by what I'd just said to him. As if he couldn't believe it – maybe didn't believe me. But his eyes were wide, and yes, there was some fear in them – but there was also plenty of lust. The more I talked about being a virgin, the more lustful and longing his look became. I had to wonder if he'd ever been with a virgin before?

  “My virginity wasn't something I wanted to give away to just anyone,” I said. “I wanted to save it for someone who would appreciate it, appreciate me, and who would be gentle, loving and kind Just like I know you will be with me.”

  I reached out and stroked his cheek, expecting him to pull away. But he didn't. Instead, he reached his hand out to me as well. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and savoring the feel of his hand against my cheek.

  “Sabrina, wow – I mean, that's such a big thing, and I don't think I'm deserving of that honor,” he said. “Even if you seem to think I am. I think you deserve so much more than I can offer you. You deserve a younger man. A better man”

  “It's my decision who's worthy or not,” I said, my voice low as I leaned in closer to him. “And if I say you're worthy, trust me, you are. I'm a consenting adult, Julian. I'm not a foolish little girl. I know what it all means, and I want my first time to be with you.”

  Before he could say another word, I kissed him, long and hard and with such a force that even he couldn't pull away. I held his face close to mine, pulling him into me, my tongue pushing past his lips and into his mouth. At first, he resisted – just slightly – but once our tongues touched, it was like a dam of lust and desire had been broken. He gripped my upper arms and kissed me back. I felt the heat and fire in his body as he kissed and touched me. I released my grip on him, and he continued to kiss me as if finally, he'd given himself permission to do something he'd been wanting to do for so long.

  His lips were soft, his face stubbly and itchy. He wasn't the first man I'd kissed – that honor had gone to a boy named Trevor when I was fourteen. It was a stupid decision, but he was the first mature man I'd made out with. And I had to admit, it was far better than any stupid high school or college boy, whose hands groped and pulled at me as their tongue barely moved inside of my mouth.

  No, Julian knew how to kiss. He knew the art of kissing, and he knew exactly how to take my breath away.

  My hands worked at the buttons of his shirt. I fumbled with them, growing nearly frantic to get his shirt off, eager to feel his flesh beneath my hands. But he stopped me. Grabbed my hands before I could remove a single button.

  “We can't,” he said.

  “Oh, but we can,” I said, kissing him again. “And we will, Julian.”

  I pried my hands free from his and started removing the buttons again. This time though, I got his shirt halfway off before he pushed me up against the wall. He gave me a lusty grin as he pinned my hands to the wall above my head.

  “No, Sabrina, this is wrong,” he said.

  I felt his erection pressing into my belly as he spoke which told me he didn't think it was entirely wrong.

  “Then why does it feel so right, Julian? Admit it, you want it. I can feel it. Your body wants me as much as mine wants you.”

  He didn't deny it, but he adjusted, slightly so he wasn't pressing against me. Without the use of my hands, I thrust my hips outward, pressing my lower body into his, feeling his erection pressing against me once more. I wanted it. Needed it. Had to have it inside of me. As I ground myself against his hard cock, I smiled at him – the mischievous grin of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. He looked at me, a low, lusty growl escaping his throat as I pressed myself against him even harder.

  “Your parents could be home – ”

  I kissed him before he could finish, tasting his sweet lips and feeling his tongue against mine. I wrapped my legs around his body so that he was holding me up – and that meant he was pushing his hard cock into me. My body was on fire and I was absolutely dripping wet. Keeping clean, dry panties when Julian was around was apparently, an impossible task.

  I let out a muffled groan as I ground my body onto him, feeling his hard dick pressing into the very center of me. Julian shuddered, but kept his position, holding me up with only his body and hands. He stared into my eyes, and I saw his need clearly. He trembled with it. But he fought so hard within himself, struggling with the idea of fucking his best friend's daughter – the little girl he'd known, all grown up now.

  I knew it had to be weird for him. But time changes everything. I was a woman. He was a man. We presumably both liked to fuck. So why not do what we liked doing together?

  “I can't – ”

  “You can,” I said. “Oh, I know you can, Julian. I know you can. I can feel how bad you want it. Believe me, I want it just as bad.”

  I whimpered as I continued rubbing myself against him, like a dog in heat. I needed him so badly, I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to tear my clothes off and fuck me against that wall. Right then and right there. I wanted that hard cock deep inside of me and I honestly didn't care who was home or who heard. I needed him.

  “Please, please, Julian – fuck me, please. Fuck me now. I can't wait any longer, baby.”

  His breathing was ragged and heavy, and I knew he was fighting so hard against his need. Struggling with what he obviously wanted against what he thought was right and proper. He was trying so hard, but I could see the look on his face. It was primal. Animalistic. His base nature – the base nature in us all was beginning to emerge. His need was winning out, the little devil on his shoulder was working overtime, trying to talk him into this.

  “Please, baby? Please, take my virginity and fuck me. Be gentle with me, but you can do whatever you want to me, Julian. You can have me any
way you want. Make me to anything you desire,” I continued, purring into his ear. “I've waited for so long.”

  “Fuck,” Julian muttered, his voice harsh.

  His eyes were squeezed shut, and I could tell he was fighting so incredibly hard to not give in to me. His body was shaking with a raw need, a need that was taking over his body bit by bit. It was a slow erosion of his sense of what he thought was right and moral. But I was wearing him down – slowly, but surely, I was weakening his defenses. The battle was turning and it wouldn't be too much longer before I could claim victory in the war. And of course, to the victor go the spoils – which, in this case, was his very hard cock.

  He was mine. I just needed to seal the deal and we'd be together, our bodies united as one.

  “Oh God... Oh God, please...” I continued rubbing my sopping wet pussy against him, begging and pleading in a breathy voice. “Don't deny me this, Julian? Please don't deny me... don't deny yourself either. You know you want it. So do I.... Let's just do it, baby. There is nothing wrong with it. In fact, there is everything so right about it.”

  The more I spoke, the more he shook, but he continued holding me there, caught between a rock and a hard place. He wanted me, he wanted this – but he was scared.

  But as his eyes opened back up, I saw that they were full of a primal heat, and I knew – the devil had won.

  Which meant that I'd won.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” I murmured.

  Julian kissed me long and hard, pressing me harder into the wall with his body. I felt his size pushing into my pussy, only clothing separating us, and I knew I was in for a treat – a long, thick, hard treat. My body was going to need to take a little time to get used to him, sure, but once it did – oh man, it was going to be amazing. Even more amazing than my dildos and vibrators, that was for absolute certain. They served a purpose. Were a means to an end. But there was no way in hell they were going to be able to compete or compare with the real thing.

  Julian let go of my hands, and I wrapped them around his shoulders, as he carried me over to the bed. He looked deeply into my eyes as he laid me down, his body falling on top of mine. Propping himself up on his arms, he stared down at me, that look of need still there on his face, and kissed my neck. Then he moved lower, kissing and sucking my collarbone, making me groan in pleasure. All the while, he continued pressing his hard cock against the hot, wet center of me.

  His hands worked at my shirt, and after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to slip it off, pulling it over my head and exposing my breasts in a silky black bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands and stared down at me, that animalistic need to just fuck burning bright in his eyes. I welcomed it.

  “God damn, you're so fucking sexy, Sabrina,” he croaked. “When did this happen?”

  He tickled my nipples with his fingertips, making my body twitch beneath his touch and drawing a throaty sigh from me.

  “Please – ” I begged him, my head moving from side-to-side on my pillow.

  “No, I can't just fuck you, Sabrina,” he said. “Not if this is truly your first time. It wouldn't be right.”

  I stared up at him, afraid of what he'd just said. “But I want you to be my first – ”

  “If I am to be your first, it needs to be special, Sabrina. I'm not going to rush it and I'm not going to just use you like a common whore or a drunk girl at a frat house. You're far more special than that. And you deserve to be treated like it.”

  I felt the smile returning to my face. “And this is exactly why I wanted you to be my first, Julian. I knew you'd treat me right. I knew you'd know how to be a gentleman.”

  “Of course,” he said, kissing me softly. “Of course, sweetie. But I really want it to be perfect for you, so let's not rush things, okay?”

  I bit my lip, afraid that this was his way of getting out of it. That by “not rushing things,” he was saying that we'd work on this over time – meaning, not today. Though, I had to admit that this was perfect. That as of right now, this was living up to the hype I'd built up in my head and blowing away all of my expectations. It was perfect, I thought to myself.

  “This is exactly the way I want it to be, Julian,” I said, stroking his cheek. Unlike before, he didn't pull away from my touch. Instead, this time, he actually leaned into my hand and closed his eyes, a relaxed look on his face. “This is already perfect. There's no way it can't be perfect as long as you're the one inside of me.”

  When he opened his eyes, he looked down at me and sighed. It was a sound that was pleased. Relieved. It wasn't a sight of frustration, but one of absolute happiness and contentment. As if this was exactly what he was waiting for too.

  I started by kissing his lips, then moved to his neck – dotting it with small, soft kisses. He moaned softly as I started to lick and suck on his neck. As I kissed him, I let out little whimpers of anticipation as he continued grinding that beautiful cock into me. My legs were wrapped around his body and I pulled him down onto me.

  “This is perfect,” I whispered into his ear, nipping at the lobe. “This is exactly what I've been waiting for Julian, so give it to me – please? Give it to me?”

  He was fighting once more, but his resolve was weakened quickly. Far faster than it had before. In a moment of weakness, I pushed him off me and flipped us around so I was the one on top of him – mostly so he couldn't change his mind. I was the one in control and I straddled his body, pressing myself down onto him. Now that he was on bottom, looking up at me, he looked even more afraid than before.

  But I wasn't going to let him change his mind. Have second thoughts. Whatever. I was going to make sure he couldn't get away from me so easily. As I continued to kiss him, undressing him some more, his body finally started to loosen up. He let his hands wander across my body a bit more, cupping my breasts as I sat up and removed my bra. He licked his lips as I let my bra fall to the bed and exposed my plump breasts to him.

  His eyes went wide as he stared at them, obviously liking what he saw.

  “See? I told you I was a grown woman, Julian,” I said, grinding my hips down onto him.

  Biting my bottom lip, I reached down and with a coy smile, started unbuckling his pants. He didn't stop me, he just continued to stare at me with a look of absolute desire on his face. He put his hands on my hips and held me down a bit as I started to thrust his hips upward, grinding that hard dick into me – drawing a groan of pleasure from me.

  Slipping my hands down his slacks, I took hold of that thick, hard cock and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. He moaned in pleasure as I squeezed his dick tight, stroking it up and down a little bit. He was nice and thick, and large – just as I knew he would be. Larger than any toy I'd ever used on myself, that was for sure. I couldn't even wrap my hand around it completely, but I did my best, stroking him as he let out a low groan.

  “See? That feels good, doesn't it, Julian? Nothing wrong about that. In fact, there's nothing but good about that.”

  I was enjoying the look on his face as I stroked his cock. It was an expression of pure rapture. Bliss. As I kept softly jerking his cock, I was growing wetter by the second – my panties were going to be soaked by the time we removed them. It would help him slide inside of me though. Hopefully, at least. Might as well get as lubed up as possible, to help ease the transition. I'd done my best to prepare myself for this day, but there was nothing that could prepare me for him.

  “Yes. Oh yes,” he muttered between clenched teeth.

  His head was back on the bed, his eyes were struggling to stay open as he watched me stroking his cock. I took his dick and placed it between my legs, my skirt up around my hips and only a thong separating us now, and I rubbed him against me. Feeling his hard cock against my most intimate parts caused me to spasm, feeling so close to orgasm before we even got started. That's how badly I wanted him inside of me. But I wanted to hold off. I didn't want to come until I had that amazing dick deep in me.

  I rocked my hips up and down as I strok
ed him against my body, and then with the tip of his cock, I pushed the panties aside and we touched. It was something I'd wanted and had dreamed of for so long, that the sudden fulfillment of that fantasy was almost too much. Just feeling the tip of his prick against my tight, wet little hole brought me to the edge of orgasm.

  His cock against my clit. It was an amazing sensation for our most intimate parts to be together, so close, and yet so far away. I continued to rub against him, feeling like my entire body might explode with pleasure before I even slipped him into my pussy and rode that delicious cock.

  Moving his dick lower, I placed the tip directly against my opening as I watched him. His eyes were wide and filled with need as I rubbed him against my opening, the tip of his cock getting slick and wet with my juices.

  “We'll have to go slow,” I said, nearly breathless. “To let me get used to you, of course. I need a moment to adjust to your size.”

  “Of course,” he said. “Go as slow as you need to.”

  This was it. We were doing it. My stomach was doing flip-flops, my heart was racing, and my pussy felt like it was engulfed in flames.

  I lifted my body and placed the tip of him against my opening, using my hand to help me find exactly the right spot. I couldn't take my eyes off Julian, I needed to look in his eyes as he entered me for the first time. Wanted to see his reaction to his dick slipping inside of me. I wanted to see his face, if for no other reason, than to remind me that this was really happening – that this wasn't another toy and another fantasy. This was for real. That it was his cock inside of me – not a dildo.

  Gently, I lowered myself down, taking just the tip between the lips of my pussy, but even that was exquisite. There was a little pain, but nothing too bad yet. Nothing I couldn't handle, and nothing too bad at all. But then, we weren't very deep yet. I knew that I had to expect some pain – maybe even a little blood too – though I'd done my best to prepare myself for this moment with my toys, so I hoped it wouldn't be too bad.

  I slid down on his shaft just a little lower, this time gasping as I stretched open further than I'd been stretched before. The feeling was surreal – a mix of pleasure and pain. Julian's hands were on my hips and he kneaded my skin gently, lovingly, as I continued slowly lowering myself onto him, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me.