[MF] The weekend I (18f) spent with my coach (32M)

I had always had a crush on Scott. He had sandy blonde hair, piercing ice blue eyes, and looked amazing without a shirt, which he would take off sometimes during summer workouts causing more than a bit of scandal with the parents. For two years I would flirt, biting my tongue between my teeth as I smiled I’m response to some comment he made, or grinning like the schoolgirl I was when I passed his office on the way out of the gym. I wanted something to happen but was not sure it ever would.

The foundation however was laid during a weekend meet we had after spring break. We all stayed at a hotel a few hours away and the night before had dinner. Several of us teased him and flirted. I asked why he didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment and one of the girls, Melissa, goes, “He’s waiting for us to graduate!” And we all giggled like idiots. Her words would prove prophetic. The same night, he made rounds to tell us lights out and I was in another girl’s room, Ashley, and he stood in the doorway and told us we had to go to bed. I stood up and passed close by him, wearing only a tee shirt and panties, pressing my hand just against his hard abs just at his waistline and made a point to give hard eye contact. He later told me he went to his room and jacked off thinking about me, but that wasn’t until later. He was never going to do anything to get in trouble. That was my game.

We went on to crater and didn’t even make the state championship meet and the year finished with a thud. The day after I graduated, he sent a text message that said, “You looked great in your dress at graduation.” I remember biting my lip and thinking I had a chance.

Each year after school is out, Scott traveled to a national camp about four hours away. He and I started texting a bit and soon I said “Take me to the camp with you.” He was still anxious though interested. “What about your parents?” Though I was 18, I still lived at home and my dad wasn’t in my life. “I’ll worry about my mom.” I told her Ashley and I were hired to work the camp and they never asked me anything else. A week later, I parked my car at Scott’s and climbed into his jeep for the long drive.

The drive was insufferable. I was nervous and I think he was too. It was all getting-to-know-you talk as if we hadn’t known each other since I was 16. About an hour left in the trip, I just went there.

“Did you bring condoms?” I asked. He looked at me.

“What?? No!”

“I have a few but I don’t care if you don’t.” He looked at me again. I smirked.

“Yeah?” He asked, finally I think realizing he didn’t have to seduce me.

“Yeah.” I said. He stopped once we got to town and bought me McDonald’s. I teased him about how romantic it was (wasn’t) and his reaction amused me.

“I’ll get you steak after you earn it.” Rowr. We kept on and made it to the hotel and checked in. The room had no windows as it was a cheap conference hotel for this camp. We sat our bags down and I turned to press myself against him.

“We gonna keep waiting?” I said. He kissed me and our tongues grappled for control. He pulled back and commented that it had been a long time since he had kissed a girl with braces (I had them for two more months). I kissed him again and he pressed his palms into the globes of my ass, wrapped in my Lululemons and lifted me so that I straddled him. He walked me to the small bed and sat me on it. I opened his pants and sucked his cock.

“Ohhh god I’ve wanted you,” he moaned. “Any of you.” I looked up at him and winced. ANY of you? Meaning any of the girls on the team? He knew I was annoyed and recovered. “Any part of you.” Okay, whatever, perv. I was here and they weren’t, so I was going to have a fun weekend and forget the comment. I pulled off and laid back. He pulled my leggings off and in moments we were naked and I was howling as he finger fucked me hard. I was soaking wet and in another moment I had him climbing over me.

“You’re not a virgin are you?” He asked. I laughed and told him no. He asked a couple questions about my past, which he was using to work himself up. “Did you let that little prick fuck you after prom?” He knew my date and didn’t like him. I lied and played coy. Scott thought he was getting something this guy never got. “Good,” he said sternly and drove his hard cock completely into me. I saw stars from the surprise and wrapped my legs around him.

Scott was good but selfish. He plowed me hard the first time and proceeded to use me in several positions, changing too fast for me to get much from it. I felt like a hole and I was. He pulled my hair hard as he came inside me in doggy.

We cleaned up and went to dinner nearby and then cuddled while watching TV. I asked him questions. Some dirty. I learned he liked my ass, my blue and gold practice outfit, and first noticed me way before he should have but still after I Noticed him. I learned he had never done a former student but wanted to. He told me he liked rough sex. He learned about my past, details about my prior boyfriends, and which of my teammates Id make out with. He started kissing me and fingering me once more.

The next two days were intense. He fucked me anytime he got hard and flat out gave me a safeword and said he intended to make me use it. I saw that as a challenge and held out until the next night when he was kneeling between my open thighs. I dug my nails into his abs because he was hurting me in the best possible way and he slapped my side so hard it knocked my breath out. I safeworded and he stopped and I let him fuck my mouth and swallowed his cum.

I think we fucked 8 times in three days. He liked the fantasy of his (now former) student. I wore some of my practice shorts and team shirts. I slept in only a team logo shirt he could reach beneath and rub my bare pussy. He told me things he wanted to do to other girls. He told me he wanted to see me with other men. He left me with heavy bruises on my ass, my thighs, and around my waist where he held me down and used me as a flesh light. I probably came twice as much as he did, but none harder than when his dick was in my mouth, his fingers were in my pussy, and he said “You’re dad would be so proud if he saw you right now.” His tone was cruel, but what neither of us knew then was that all of this compulsion was an effort to make my daddy, who rejected me, happy. The kink is real, guys.

Sunday morning, Scott fucked me once before breakfast and once after. The last time was prone as he pulled my hair. He slapped my ass. “Goddamn you’re fucking tight,” he moaned as he rolled off me. We took a shower together and drove home. Overall the experience was amazing if not exactly what I expected. We hooked up again over Fourth of July and a final time one weekend before I went to college. We quit texting maybe six months after that because I was at school far away. But he’s always a crush I’m glad I got to fulfill.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/roz2c2/mf_the_weekend_i_18f_spent_with_my_coach_32m