Stretched

My mouth waters and I can picture myself cupping the mounds, pushing them together and running my tongue up the cleavage. Then, sucking a nipple into my mouth, drawing at the turgid flesh, moving the muscle along the peak until she’s almost coming undone.

I can practically hear her moan in my head, feel her hands clenching my hair as she keeps me close to her body.

Fuck, I’m harder than rock again, my cock pressing against my shorts. And I watch as she looks down at the stiff outline. There’s no way I can hide it and a big part of me doesn’t want to. I let her see the evidence of my desire. I want her to know how hungry I am for her.

I can’t move, I can’t even breathe. Lily knows I’m aroused now. That wall between us is gone. Not only can she see it, but she can feel it as it thickens the air, and in this moment, she’ll either be hesitant and confused over it, or surprise the hell out of me and let me take things further.

Chapter Four

Lily

Coach wants me.

There’s no denying it, not when I can see the hard, rigid outline of his cock pushing against his clothes and straining toward me.

What would it look like if he were naked?

My body flushes all over and a wave of desire and heat hits me. It’s so strong that I have to fight the urge to pass out again.

I bite my lip, because if I don’t I’ll ask him to undress. I want to see him. I’ve never seen a man naked before, and I really want to see Coach Big like that. It’s not right. It can’t happen. He’s my coach and I’m his student. He’s much older than me. I’m only eighteen. There’s no way a man like Coach Big would be interested in me…

Except he is. If he wasn’t he wouldn't have an erection like the one he has now… would he?

The sad truth is that I don’t know anything about guys. I’ve never been interested in them before. Could it be possible that Coach is only responding to me because I’m a girl? I mean I’m not bad looking and I know my body is pretty decent.

Is that why he’s aroused?

This nervous excitement fills me. What if I could get Coach to act on his attraction? What if… What if I make him want me so much that he gives in? What if he pushes me up against the wall, rips my clothes off of my body and thrusts inside of me, taking my virginity?

I can’t count the number of times that I’ve dreamed about that.

I crave it. Crave having his body over me, pushing into mine, feeling him breach my virginity and taking it—making me his.

Because if I’m honest, that’s exactly what I want to be.

I want to belong to Coach, even if it is wrong.

“I…I should be going,” I mumble, feeling the evidence of my excitement paint the inside of my thighs. I’m so wet that I can smell my desire. I feel naughty…wicked… and I’m mad at myself. I want to be bold. I want to be the kind of girl who can keep Coach Big’s attention once she gets it.

Can I be?

What would a woman—a real woman, the kind Coach is used to—do right now to make him lose control? That’s the kind of girl I need to be.

No.

Woman.

I want to be that kind of woman for Coach.

I want to be his woman.

I hear my best friend talk about what her boyfriend likes. She brags about what she does to him all the time.

Am I brave enough to offer to do that with Coach?

I look down at his cock. His clothes are stretched so tight against it that I can see his cock jerk when I stare. I lick my lips. I can’t help it.

“Lily,” Coach says, his voice sounding tortured.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice so thick it’s unrecognizable, even to my own ears.

“Lily, you have to quit looking at me like that. I’m not strong enough to stop this on my own,” he says.

Chills of pleasure run over me.

“What if I don’t want you to stop it?” I ask, my voice so quiet that I’m sure he has to strain to hear me. I tear my gaze away from his impressive bulge to his face. It’s tight with desire, giving him a fierce, almost angry appearance. I want to touch him, soothe him… make it better.

Does he ache like I do?

“Lily, you don’t know what you’re saying,” he argues.

“Is it painful?”

“Lily,” he growls.

“You’re so hard, does it hurt you?”

“Yes,” he hisses.

“Maybe I could help make you feel better. You wouldn’t have to… I mean… It wouldn’t truly be breaking rules if we didn’t go all the way,” I reason.