Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Sweat coats my skin, dripping down the valley between my breasts, the remembrance of how it felt with Coach Big’s cum on my skin like a branding on my body.
His seed had been warm, sticky. And when I got home and peeled off the all but torn shirt, the material stuck to my flesh, this erotic memory, this dirty proof of what I’d done in the locker room of my high school.
I stop and brace my hands on my knees, my eyes closed as I pant. But I’m not exerted from the run so much. I’m out of breath because all I can think about and picture is how it’ll be with Coach Big that first time.
My nipples tighten, I’m wet between my thighs, and all I want to do is the very thing Markus told me not to … touch myself and get off.
I straighten and run back to the house, and once inside I head straight upstairs and to the bathroom.
“Lily honey, you getting cleaned up for dinner?”
“Yeah. Be down in a bit. Just going to shower,” I holler down and go into my room to get a change of clothes, then go into the bathroom. I strip out of my sweat-covered T-shirt and shorts, remove my bra and panties, and then just stare at my reflection. My hair is plastered to my temples, my ponytail haphazardly slung to the side from running.
After pulling the tie from my hair and tossing it on the counter, I run my fingers through the tangled locks. I image Coach Big pulling at the strands as he thrusts that huge dick in my mouth. My breasts are sensitive from having his erection pressed between them. I can still feel his cum on my skin, and as dirty as it sounds, I want his seed covering my body, using it like lotion.
I don’t even wait for the water to heat. The cold will help get this arousal under control, or at least I hope.
And the truth is, I don’t want sweet and gentle for my first time. I want filthy and pressed up against the locker room wall. That’s our element, where we met, where I fantasize about him the most.
I step into the shower and gasp at frigid temperature, but after a moment I get accustomed to it, start to feel myself calm under the spray, my arousal being replaced by those icy droplets hitting my skin.
I close my eyes and let the water hit my face, tilt my head back and allow the spray to fill my mouth. It feels good after the long run, my sweaty body overheated, the desire still intense.
But even still, through it all, I can’t stop thinking about the locker room.
I don’t know how long I stand in here, but soon goosebumps pop out along my body, and my teeth start chattering.
I shut the water off and grab a towel, drying off quickly and walking over to the sink. No fog covers the mirror, and the girl who looks back at me still has a blush over her cheeks and dilated pupils. Looks like that icy shower did nothing to tame my lust.
This is insane. I am insane.
What will people think when they find out what I’ve done with Coach Big? How will people react when they realize I’m with him? Do I even care?
All the worries of the world weigh down on my shoulders, but no matter what, I know I’m not going to stop this. I know I’m not going to stop being with Markus.
I may be a virgin and inexperienced in every single way that matters, but I don’t care. I want him to be my first everything. How would he feel if he knew his kiss was my first, the touches he gave me something I’ve never experienced before with anyone else?
Everything happened so quickly, emotions and feelings, and actions of the situation, that all I’ve been able to focus on is how safe I feel in his arms, how right it all is.
How right it all feels.
It’s only been one day, one exchange, but I’ve never felt anything more perfect than being with him.
And all I can think about is the moment when he finally takes me, claims my virginity for himself, and ruins me for all other men.
I know tomorrow when I see Coach Big, he’s finally going to show me what it’s like to be claimed by a man. A real man, because that’s what Coach Big is.
Chapter Nine
Coach Big
I run my hands down the arms of my chair again. My fucking palms are sweaty. I don’t know what kind of spell Lily cast over me, but I feel like a damn kid about to lay claim to his first pussy.
Instinctively I know that it’s because it’s Lily. No one has been important until her. No one has mattered and nothing has ever been fucking monumental.