The Coach

My name is Elizabeth, and I am a 20 years old Volleyball player. I have played this sport since I am 14 years old, and it is my one true passion. I am part of the female division from my university, and I have won multiple medals. I am among the best members of my team. Our coach is a lady named Isabelle, and she has been our coach since I began playing for the university, 2 years ago. However, she had to retire because of an injury she attained while we were practicing two weeks ago.

Today we are going to meet our new coach, and he is a man. The team is a little bit skeptical of what could happen with a male coach, but I have a feeling he is going to be good. Not as good as Isabelle, but good nevertheless. We are currently waiting for his arrival in the Volleyball court, to begin our practice for the upcoming game. We are having a showdown with a rival university and have to be in top shape!

The girls around me are gossiping, and I get a text from my boyfriend, saying he is coming to campus on the day of the game to watch me play. As I bent to put my phone in my bag, I overhear the girls pointing at someone who is coming into the court. “That is the new coach!” they say, pointing at a tall, muscular man making his way into the court. He gets close to the group to introduce himself.

“Hello, girl” he says in a warm voice. “My name is Tony and I will be your new coach. I hope we can get along.” He said, looking over at all the girls. Tony the coach is a tall man with black, military-cut hair, green eyes and a big lips, plus defined factions. He is a rather handsome man, and I could notice my team mates swooning over his presence. I was just a bit surprised.

“I think we should start the practice so I can get to know all your attributes” he said while smirking. It sounded a bit dirty, the way he put it. We began the practice and he was shocked at the way we played with such diligence and teamwork. “Your old coach did an amazing job!” He said we finished. We were pleased by his remarks. After practice, some of the girls and me went to Tiffany’s dorm to have pizza.

“The new coach is totally hot” said Tiffany while we entered her room. “He is like 34 though” I replied. “Who cares? We are not little girls, anyway. We can handle a man!” she snapped back at me. I was a bit surprised, but she was right. The coach was indeed hot. “Let’s have a bet” said our friend Amber. “Let’s see who can get to fuck him first” she added. “I’m in!” said Tiffany. “No way girls, I have a boyfriend” I said to them.

“Oh, that is true. We forgot. But it’s not like he is in campus, anyway…” said Amber while smiling. “That is still cheating. Count me out” I said in a serious tone. I really did like my boyfriend and did not see the charm in planning to fuck the new coach, anyway. We ordered a vegetarian pizza and watched some Canadian awards on TV.

The week went by in a blink, with practices becoming a bit harder every day. The coach was working us over, and during that time we also got closer as a team. The girls still had their bet on to fuck him, but none could achieve anything; he seemed to just reject their advances. One day, he decided to talk to me.

“Hello Elizabeth, how are you feeling about tomorrow’s game?” He said gently while I was drinking water, surprising me. “I’m actually quite relaxed. The practices have been good.” Was what I said. “I was wondering if you were free tonight. Want to go out and have dinner with me?” he said in a sweet voice. I noticed the group of girls watching us in shock. “Oh, dinner? Hmm… where?” I asked while looking at him in the eyes. “There is a good restaurant near here, just outside campus. Are you in?” he asked. He was way more confident than any other guy who’s ever asked me out before.

“Sure, let me go get ready at my dorm. Let’s meet here” I agreed to go with him, thinking nothing would come out of it, then I left to my dorm. My friends followed behind me. “He was flirting!” said Amber, catching up with me. “He was not. He just asked me out” I said casually while walking. “I thought you just wanted to be with your boyfriend!” she said in shock, she sounded angry at me. “Nothing will happen. It’s no big thing.” I said in a relaxed tone. We got to my dorm by now, and I went to get ready for my dinner.

I met with the coach at the court as expected, he looked better than ever in casual clothes. We went to have dinner, and the restaurant was a rather nice place. The coach is much nicer and relaxed outside the practices, and he seemed to be interested in me. We had turkey and mashed potatoes for dinner, something I was not used to eat.

“Your friends seem to have a liking for me” He said while taking a sip from his drink. “Probably” I said, letting out a smile. “But you don’t. You don’t hit on me either.” He said confidently. “Oh, well, I have a boyfriend” I said, and he looked a bit disappointed. “But if you didn’t, would you hit on me?” He got me. My expression said everything, so I decided to be honest. “Most probably.” I said, taking a sip.

The rest of the night we ate and talked about ourselves and the upcoming game, as well as the other girls from the team and the old coach, and other university duties I had. The coach was relaxed through the entire night, and it surprised me a bit. Before long, we were in his car driving home. “Would you like to go to my house?” He asked, and I agreed. Something had taken control of me, so I went with the flow. Before long, we were at his house sipping some wine.

“You have a nice house” I said, and he kissed me. I gave in. I don’t know what was it, but he had an electric energy pulling me into him. As we made out, he started to take off his clothes and I did the same. I thought of my boyfriend but quickly erased him from my thoughts so I could concentrate. Maybe Amber was right, this would hurt no one.

Before I realized it, the coach was eating my pussy. His big lips tasting my insides, his tongue going as deep as possible my wet insides. Then, he put on a condom and pulled his dick inside of me. As fit as he was, he was a very good fuck. He just kept fucking my pussy until I squirted.

“I knew you would like this” He said in a naughty tone, and I moaned. I did like it. He flipped me over and fucked me missionary for a few minutes, before pulling out. “Suck it” he said, and I did without hesitation. His dick was not long, but thick, quickly filling my entire mouth even without being completely inside. He bent over me to rub my pussy, getting me wet once again.

Before long, he came his load inside my mouth and I swallowed it completely. “That was good, coach” I said, wiping off the traces of semen from my mouth. “Let’s keep this as our little secret. I think you won that bet your friends made?” he said smiling, and surprising me. “I was not participating, but I guess I won.” I said, and we both laughed. He then took me to campus so I could go to my dorm.

When I got there, my friends were waiting for me. “Tell us EVERYTHING” they exclaimed as I walked into the room. “I’ll just say one thing, and that is, you all owe me 100 dollars” I said smiling, taking my jacket off. “Oh my gosh! You did fuck him!” They all were shocked, then handed me their money. “I thought you did not want to” said Amber while giving me her money. “Like you said, my boyfriend won’t find out!” I said, then we laughed.

The following day, the game went well and we won first place. My boyfriend was there, and the coach barely talked to me, but he did gaze upon me a lot. Our secret was not so secret, and I kind of wanted to repeat it. He was a better fuck than my boyfriend, anyway.