Coach Styles |HS|

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"How long were you planning on keeping this from us?"

I stared into the eyes of 12 angry girls and I swallowed. Having them find out about the school only choosing one team for the state championship was bad, but having them find out from those cock sucking boys was another thing. I wasn't going to tell them seeing as I had the situation under my control and nothing bad was going to happen. Unfortunately, they didn't understand my reasoning when I explained it to them, which resulted in a screaming match and me forcing them all to run a lap for their behavior.

"Coach?"

I stopped looking over the plays for next weeks game and snapped my head up to the sound of my name. Monica stood there, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her worn out soccer jacket. Her legs were on display because of her short practice shorts and I gulped, imagining those same legs wrapped around my head and my face buried into her. "I thought I told you to run a lap, Eastwood." I said looking back down at my clipboard before I could let my eyes linger any longer.

"I know," her voice said almost too quietly. "But I was hoping you'd already come up with my new punishment." She said fiddling with her fingers. She was a very awkward girl and even I couldn't figure out what was so sexy about it. It turned me on to a painful point and I hated it. I hated it, because not even my wife, nor the dozens of women I've been with could make me yearn for them this bad. I was on the verge of insanity for this girl. It was dangerous, yet exciting What I had planned for us both. All I needed to do was get Monica to agree and step 1 would be complete.

"I have," I nodded placing my pen behind my ear. "But it will need to be discussed in the privacy of my office." I said clearing my throat. I didn't care how she took that. I didn't care if she thought her punishment was more serious than the first I just wanted to walk away before I lost every ounce of control I had. I could smell the perfume she had on from her stand point and it was making me nauseous. She smelt incredible.

"I can't stay long after practice, Coach." She said. "I have a thing-"

"I don't know if you've noticed this, Ms. Eastwood, but I can in fact tell when you are lying to me." I said with small smirk. "This is for your benefit, not for mine. Now what is this thing?" I asked. She seemed so lost at that point and I just wanted to grab her face and kiss her until we were both out of breath. I wanted to feel her lips on mine and I intended to-today. I felt like she was hiding something. Her eyes were darting back and forth and her silence was enough confirmation alone.

"Forget it. I'll stay." She said before walking away and joining the rest of the girls for their lap. I didn't want anything else from Monica besides her body. I didn't want emotional attachment, I didn't want late nights on the phone talking about her life. I just wanted her body whenever and wherever I wanted it. Yeah, it was wrong, but trying to play by the life and living life as expected by everyone else is boring.

As practice wrapped up, my nerves were beginning to stir. I was seconds-minutes maybe from engaging in a scandalous affair with a young girl. I was in way too deep to turn back now. I've laid in bed too many times already, imagining my c.ock buried in the warmth of Monica. I've went through countless nights of useless sex with my wife just to get to this point with Monica and I was determined. Too determined. "Monica please come to my office once you've showered." I said grabbing her by her arm softy, Glancing at the surprised look on her face before running through the gymnasium doors and into my office.