The Baseball Coach Part 3
The climax to the Baseball Coach story
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I couldn’t think of anything else when I got back home. I had to try and pay attention as Roger talked about his game.
“It sounds like he had a really fun time,” my sister Anna mused.
I was staying over for a week, but now it felt like I’d have to push it because of a certain coach.
“….COACH!” the word echoed aloud and I was startled. For a second, I thought I’d let slip what I was thinking.
“Huh?” I mumbled, turning to my sister. She was a red-haired, shorter version of me. Five years older.
“Roger says his coach really likes you,” Anna said and I blushed.
“Oh, uh, he’s cute. The moms at the game were all over him.”
Anna laughed and placed her hand on her chest. “Do you think he’ll have that effect on me too?” she asked and winked. My heart skipped a beat. I knew she’d totally fall in love with Brian if she saw him. I felt jealous at the thought, and scared—guys had always preferred Anna to me, even though we were both beautiful. She could be totally flirty without batting an eye; me, I have to overthink everything.
“I gotta shower,” I said as an excuse and hurried off to my room. I’ll also need a good rest, I told myself. The tingles between my legs were very much there, the sweet aches reminding me of that sex in his office.
Tonight. I’ll see him tonight.
After my shower, I got in bed and sighed softly. The soft fabric of my silk night dress grazing my skin felt like his tender touches. My nipples became hard, my pussy wet. I wanted to check if the door was locked, but my mind had already begun to wander, spinning wild fantasies.
Relaxing my body, one hand slipping between my legs and the other cupping my right breast, I closed my eyes and breathed softly.
He was right there, his hazel eyes gleaming. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me hard as if I was about to fall and he’d caught me. I held my breath, my hands on his chest.
“I want you,” he whispered. His voice was a beautiful song, and his words made my body ache with desire. He didn’t say much, and that was exactly how I wanted it: no words, just action.
I had no idea where we were, but it didn’t matter. Soft breezes blew around us as he laid me down, gently kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, letting the softness of his lips brush over my body like the breeze blowing around us.
“Go lower,” I pleaded in a whisper. He obliged and caressed the inside of my thighs. He brought his face close to my dripping wet pussy and kissed me. He sucked on my clit with such vigor, expertly tonguing it while I writhed and moaned.
His fingers slipped in, two at first and then a third. He began fingering me while I moaned and gasped for air, getting so close to an orgasm.
A knock on the door shook me out of my fantasy. I bolted upright hoping someone hadn’t walked in on me. False alarm.
I sighed and glanced down at my pussy.
“I’m so wet. I need a release.”
Just a few more hours, I told myself. I would wait and let the desire build up until just a gaze from the coach’s hazel eyes would be enough to make me orgasm. I tried to get some sleep, a sly smile on my face.