“Mine!” I lunge for the ball, and somehow manage to pass it to my teammate, who sets me up and allows me to get a kill. I land back on the ground, and turn to cheer with my teammates, but something catches my eye—the other team’s coach is staring right at me. We make eye contact and I expect him to look away or blush, but he doesn’t, instead, he continues to look directly at me, his calculating gaze making me shiver. For the rest of the game, all I can think about is him, when our team goes out to eat to celebrate, I’m thinking of him, even when we are on the bus going back to our hotel, he is in my mind. I can’t stop imagining what was going through his head as he stared a hole in my chest.
I shower when I get back to my hotel room- I was given a room to myself because everyone else wanted to share with everyone else, not that I’m complaining- I turn on the tv, trying to find a channel. I get bored and remember how when I was little, my sister and I would always go fill up the ice bucket and munch on ice while we watched something on tv; I decide to continue the tradition. I slide on my shoes, wrap my booty short and tank top clad body in a blanket, grab the bucket and head down the hall to find the ice machine. I walk into the room, but there’s a man in there, I stand behind him and wait for him to finish. When his bucket is full, he turns to leave, but jumps when he realizes I’m there. I jump too because it’s him! It’s our arch enemy’s volleyball coach! The one who was staring at me! He quickly regains his composure, while I stand there gaping. He laughs calmly and says, “Funny meeting you here.”
I attempt to remain calm, even though my heart is racing, “Y…you’re…”
“I…I’m what?”
“Um, I.. I was going to get ice… but uh, never mind…” my mouth blurts out the words before my brain can respond.
“Don’t let me stop you; want me to hold your blanket while you do so no water gets on it?”
My mouth, still ahead of my brain says, “Ok,” and I hand him the blanket, revealing my barely clothed body. I blush as he slowly looks me up and down, and I swear I hear him whisper under his breathe, “Nice.”
“You gonna get your ice? Or just stand here all night?” I turn, and bend over pick up the bucket, causing my ass to stick up in the air. I hear a shaky breath behind me, and I feel his gaze directly on my ass. I stand back up and am about to fill up the bucket when he suddenly knocks it out of my hands.
“Hey?!”
“Pick it up,” his voice has grown raspy and deeper, his eyes sparkle with desire. Something about his voice makes me obey immediately, bending over again. This time, he “accidentally” bumps up against me. I gasp as I feel his erection against my ass; a moan escapes my lips. “You like that?” I don’t’ answer, but just stay bent over. Taking this as encouragement, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him, pressing my ass on his cock. Getting dizzy, I stand up , which causes him to move his hands from my hips to my chest, sliding his hands up under my shirt and feeling my bare boobs. I moan as his fingertips find my nipples, and begin to grind my ass on his hips. This time he moans, well, more like growls. Somehow, he manages to choke out the word “No,” as he pulls his hands out of my shirt and backs away.
“What?”
“This is illegal… I want you... but…”
“It’s not illegal, I’m 18, Sir.”
'Perfect..."
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