The Coach

You’re not sure why you’ve been called to Coach’s office. You recently celebrated your 18th birthday and are on the cheer leading squad. There’s a game tonight but you’re not the captain of the squad and usually Coach is preoccupied getting ready for the game. Tonight is a critical game too; your opponent is your school’s long time rival and a win means playoffs, while a loss…well it’s too terrible to even think about…but a loss means the end of the season! You knock timidly on Coach’s door and hear him bark, “Come in!” You slip nervously into the office as the door closes behind you. “Oh, Sarah, I’ll be with you in a minute.” He barely glances up and then goes back to his game plans. You’ve always admired coach. Your school isn’t blessed with athletic talent and yet every year Coach seems to get them so close to the playoffs and yet they always fall one game short. He’s such a good coach, highly respected across the state even though he has a spinal cord injury and coaches from a wheelchair. This is your senior year and you want like anything for them to make it to at least one playoff game. Rumor has it this could be Coach’s last season. As you’re thinking about this, you’re suddenly aware that you are fixated on Coach’s cock. He’s sitting there in workout shorts and a t-shirt and hasn’t changed for the game. You notice the tip of his cock peeking out from the leg of the loose fitting shorts. You feel your face flush. Your boyfriend has shown you his cock but you told him to put it away, you’re a good girl and want to save yourself for someone special…you want the almanbahis time to be meaningful. As you look at Coach’s cock you wonder if guys in wheelchairs even have sex and what it would be like. Could you get him hard? What would that cock taste like on your lips? Now it’s not just your face that is flush…you feel your pussy moistening, starting to soak into the boy shorts you wear under your cheerleader skirt. You fidget slightly and your sneakers squeak on the floor. “Sorry, I forgot you were here,” says Coach as he lays aside his paperwork. “Sarah, you’ve been on the cheer leading squad for four years, right?” “Yes sir,” you say sheepishly, “I’ve done my best to cheer on our Mavericks.” “Well, you have certainly been a valuable asset to our program. But lately I’ve been concerned. I understand that you’re dating our quarterback.” “Yes sir. Tommy and I started dating in September, not long after school started. “I…I hope I haven’t hurt his performance.” “Well, that explains a lot. Tommy is a good quarterback. He started the season strong but starting about mid-September, his performance and stats started dropping.” “Oh, Coach, do you think I’m not good for him?” you say sadly. “Well, this is a bit delicate, Sarah. I’m not really supposed to talk to students about these things, but, if we win tonight, we make it to the playoffs and I need Tommy at his peak performance. I know that things are much different than when I was in school and that you kids are doing things more frequently than we did,” he says almost shyly, “I’ll just say this…until playoffs almanbahis yeni giriş are over, just don’t give it up to Tommy any more. He needs his stamina.” “I…I…I’m not quite sure what you mean,” you say confused. “Sarah, you’re a smart girl…and no doubt very pretty. All I’m asking…is…well, I guess there’s just no delicate way around this….just don’t have sex with Tommy…just for a couple of weeks…as long as we’re in the playoffs.” “Coach, I’d do anything…anything for this team, but I haven’t had sex with Tommy…ever.” A tear rolls down your cheek as you try to choke out the words. “In fact, I’ve…I’ve never had sex with anyone.” Coach looks at you for a moment, trying to determine if you’re telling the truth. The tears and your hard stare at the ground show him you’re not. “Sarah, I’m sorry. I assumed that a pretty, sexy girl like you was…well…damn, I’m sorry, Sarah.” He hands you a tissue and you wipe your tears. “It’s ok Coach. I think the rest of the squad is giving it up but I’m not,” you sniff back the last of your tears and manage a smile. “Ok, well, I’m really sorry to have brought it up. It was inappropriate and I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m just desperate to get him out of his slump. We need to do well, and not just tonight but throughout the playoffs. I really thought this was the year we’d when state, especially when Tommy started so strong this year.” A moment of awkward silence as Coach contemplates the fate of the team…as well as his own. “Ok, Sarah, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please almanbahis giriş don’t tell anyone about this. It would end my career for sure. Go out there tonight and cheer your heart out.” “I will Coach! And don’t worry, I won’t say anything. I think you’re the best coach ever!” You turn to leave and your hand pauses on the door handle. Without turning around you say softly, “Coach, something needs to change for Tommy to come out of his slump, right?” “Yep,” he says thoughtfully. “Wh…what if…if I start ‘giving it up’ as you say?” you ask shyly. He’s silent for a moment, thinking about your proposal. “Sarah, I couldn’t tell you to do that but maybe…maybe that would help him.” You turn from the door, your face flushed red with embarrassment as you stare at your feet. “There’s just one thing Coach. I…I don’t know what to do…I mean…I’ll do anything but, but I’ve never even gone down on a guy. What if I do it wrong?” He laughs softly. “Sarah, I’m sure that nature will take over and you’ll do just fine. As sexy as you are, I’m certain it won’t take much to get him…relieved.” You take a few timid steps toward him and look up at him sheepishly, innocently. “Coach…would you…would you…” “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’d never say anything to anyone,” he says reassuringly. “No, that’s not…” “And no, I would never think less of you. You’ve got such school spirit and have always gone…” “Teach me!” you blurt, “Teach me what to do. How to please a man.” His mouth is open in surprise. He’s obviously speechless. You walk close to him and look at him innocently. “Coach, I want you to teach me how to suck your cock, to teach me to be the best cocksucker I can be so I can help Tommy…to help the Mavericks!” You run your fingers softly up his arm and back down, tracing your way to his lap.