She's All I Ever Wanted (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 2

As I made my way to practice I couldn't stop thinking about Coach Warner. The whole day she was all I had in my head. Her lips looked so soft, so kissable. I got to our field and she was the only one there. Dirty thoughts of her and I on that bench plowed through my mind and I had to shake my head to try and get the thoughts to go away.

"Afternoon Zoe," she said getting her glove out of her bag.

"Hey, coach," I mumbled putting my bags down on the bench.

"I didn't realize you were in my class until you walked in today," she was bent over now tying her shoes.

Her back was to me so I got a perfect view of her finely toned ass. I couldn't help but stare.... She turned around and raised her eyebrow waiting for my response.

"Yeah, I'm excited to be in your class," I stammered, embarrassed, hoping I hadn't just been caught staring at my coach's ass.

Practice went by quickly, Coach Warner was working with the pitchers and catchers while the assistants worked at the basics of infield. I caught for her again while she was demonstrating some things to our pitchers. To be honest I was surprised I actually didn't miss any. Her damn legs were so gorgeous, the way they flexed as she pitched. Her whole body looked toned.

When practice got over we helped clean up the dugout and then left. I got out to my car and it wouldn't start. I groaned and smacked my head against the steering wheel. I jumped when someone tapped on my window. My heart leaped into my throat when I saw Coach Warner standing there. I opened my door to see what she wanted.

"Having car troubles?"

I nodded and scratched the back of my neck.

"Do you want a ride?"

My eyes widened and I looked up at her again.

"S-Sure," I finally stuttered.

She smiled and gestured for me to follow her. I grabbed my backpack and my softball bag and locked my car. I followed her to the only other car parked in our parking lot. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw her car.

She drove a red Nissan 370Z. I looked at her and then at the car, my mouth still gaping open. She saw the look on my face and laughed at me.

"Are you gonna stand there looking cute and staring at my car or are you going to get in?"

I froze. Did she... just call me cute? I climbed into the passenger seat of her car after she got my softball bag and my backpack in the back. When she started the car my heart started racing. The purr of the engine made me smile.

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She pushed me up against the wall shutting my bedroom door behind her with her foot. Her lips were on mine and I had my arms around her neck. I felt her tongue brushing against my lips. I allowed her tongue inside my mouth and I moaned into hers.

Coach Warner dragged me over to the bed and gently pushed me down. My legs were over the edge and she was on her knees on the floor. She slowly pulled my shorts off along with my underwear and she moved to put her lips between my legs....

I jolted awake from the blaring of my alarm. I groaned in frustration at the dream. I got up for school as I thought back to Coach Warner dropping me off. She had just asked me a couple questions about myself, not giving me a chance to ask her any.

I got ready and headed to school. The dream was still playing itself in my head when I walked down the hall to first period. I walked into someone, not really paying attention to where I was going. I fell onto my butt and blinked in surprise.

"Easy there killer," a familiar voice said.

When I looked up Coach Warner was looking down at me and smirking. I blushed hard at the smirk she gave me.

"Whitney!"

She helped me up and looked to her left. Another teacher was running towards us.

"There's a staff meeting this morning," the teacher said.

Warner, who's first name was apparently Whitney, turned to smile at me and then followed the other teacher back to the office. Her name fit her and it may have been a simple one but I loved it. I sighed as I continued walking towards my first period. I could never have her, I highly even doubted she was interested in women.

And to top that she was my teacher and coach, and then to top that I wasn't 18 yet. But then again that never stopped- no! I refused to think about her... I pushed through first, second and third period. I was sitting at lunch with Haylee. Her and I both played soccer together in the fall, basketball in the winter and then softball in the spring. We had been best friends for as long as I can remember.

Her and I were eating together talking about our upcoming game. Haylee was about three inches shorter than me and had brown hair and soft green eyes.

"I'm exited. Our team is so much better this year," she said cheerily.

"Yeah no kidding! We don't even look like the same team anymore."

"It's because of Coach Warner. With her college experience she's the perfect head coach."

I froze when I heard her name, mumbling my agreement. I felt as if someone was watching me and when I looked up I saw Coach Warner talking to another teacher, her hands in the pockets of her skin tight jeans. Her eyes were watching me over the man's shoulder. When our eyes met I blushed cherry red. I saw a small smile sneak across her lips.

I shook my head, looking away. There was no way that smile was meant for me.

"Zoe! Are you even listening to me," Haylee asked, looking a little hurt.

I looked at her apologetically and motioned for her to continue. She went on to talk about how her new boyfriend was so gorgeous blah, blah, blah. I picked at my food as she went on and on and on. I hadn't come out to her yet so I had to be really careful around her. I wasn't ready for anyone to know yet...

I finished my lunch and as I stood up I smacked into someone spilling the remnants of my soup all over the person.

"Oh my god I'm so sor-"

My words stopped dead in my throat. My eyes met Coach Warner's and I couldn't think straight. Oh god... I had just spilled soup all over my teacher and coach. She actually chuckled and smiled at me.

"You have a very bad habit of running into me don't you," she said, her smile never fading.

I swallowed.

"Sorry Coach," I muttered.

"It's fine, Zoe. I have another shirt I can change into. It looks like you'll want to change as well."

She turned and walked away, leaving me gaping after her. I looked down at my shirt to see it covered in red tomato soup. I groaned and turned to Haylee who was laughing.

"I'll see you at practice, I have to go change my shirt," I said annoyed.

"You have fun with that," Haylee said, still laughing.

I rolled my eyes at her and threw my tray away as I made my way to the senior hallway where my locker was. I got a simple T-shirt out of my locker and made my towards the locker rooms. I was reading a text from my mom when I walked in and I when I looked up as I went around the corner my eyes widened. The sight I was met with made my heart pound and caused my legs to stop working.

Coach Warner stood with her back to me, pulling off her dirty shirt, leaving her torso covered only by her black bra.