First Time Coach
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“I’m not married,” I say firmly, trying not to yell. “That woman back there—her name is Heather. She’s the reason I left New Zealand.”
“Yeah, to avoid a divorce. I heard her!”
“No!” I reply. “We’re not married. I can prove that. I met her once a long time ago, and ever since then, she’s been basically stalking me. It started online, which is why I don’t have any social media now, and then she found out where I lived. I moved twice but she kept finding me. I couldn’t get rid of her. I didn’t have anything tying me to New Zealand, so I called up your dad and moved here.”
“Bullshit…” she replies, her voice barely a whisper.
“I can prove it all,” I tell her, approaching slowly. “I am not married, Daisy. I never even touched her except when I shook her hand. That’s it. And the cops are at my house now, arresting her.”
“You—you said it was your mother,” she says. I wince.
“I’m sorry I lied,” I tell her. “But I wanted to protect you from this. I thought I’d be able to resolve it all without involving you.”
“Well, I guess not!” she says, exasperated as she wipes her eyes.
“Please believe me, Daisy. Everything I’ve said is true. I love you.”
“It is true.” I turn to see Pete standing by the screen door. He nods to me. “What Dirk says is true, Daisy. He told me all about that crazy bitch before he moved. I warned him that she was a stalker who would follow him here, but he didn’t believe me!”
I can’t help but laugh. Pete is right; he did warn me. I look back at Daisy, my heart pouring out for her, and see her defensiveness start to fade.
“Really, daddy?” she asks.
“Come on,” Pete says as he takes the steps and walks over to her. “Would your father lie to you?”
She looks up at him, then to me. “And you know about us, then?”
“I do,” he chuckles. “And if you’re worried about that, I approve.”
Her eyes light up. “You do?!”
“Of course I do! Dirk’s a great guy. I can’t say much for how the school will feel about it, but as far as I’m concerned, you have my blessing.”
“And mine!” I turn around to see Charlotte coming down the steps toward us. She’s smiling and goes over to her daughter. “But I can’t have any of this sneaking out and lying stuff anymore, okay?”
“Okay!” Daisy says quickly. “Promise!”
“And you,” Charlotte says, turning to face me. “You promise to make an honest woman out of my girl here?”
Finally, I’m able to smile. I step across the lawn and take Daisy’s hand in mine. She sniffles, and I use my thumbs to brush the tears from her rosy cheeks.
“What do you mean, Charlotte?” I say, keeping my eyes on my princess. “Like…saying I want to marry her?”
Daisy’s eyes light up and she gazes back at me with a look of loving acceptance.
“You—you want to marry me?” she asks softly.
“More than anything in the world,” I tell her. Holding her hand, I get down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Daisy?” then, with a hushed whisper. “I don’t have a ring.”
Daisy bursts out laughing and covers her mouth as her tears begin to flow again— but this time, tears of joy. She nods exuberantly and I get to my feet and pull her into my arms.
“Yes!” she cries. “Of course I will.”
I hold her tight to me and close my eyes. The pain in my chest begins to fade, overwhelmed by the love for my perfect girl. My love.
Epilogue
Daisy
Two years later…
I open my eyes wide and look at my wedding ring and engagement ring, sparkling on my finger beneath the glow of the candles. My gorgeous husband drags his perfect tongue up my slit and sucks gently on my clit, urging me toward my—what number orgasm is this for the day? I’ve lost count.
“Coach…” Yeah. I still call him that.
“Come for me,” he whispers, his voice muffled from between my legs. I feel it rising inside me—that sweet, glowing ball or ecstasy—and arch my back off the bed as my mouth falls open. His hands move up my body, my hips, the curve of my belly and to my breasts, swollen with my pregnancy. He squeezes my nipples gently as he purses his lips around my clit and sucks.
I’ll never get enough of him, and he’ll never get enough of me. After all the waiting we had to do through my last year of high school, I’m embracing every single moment we have together.
I was shocked my dad didn’t kill him that night he came to our house. Everyone always has an idea in their mind of the overprotective, stereotypical father—and that’s just when it comes to high school guys. I never would have thought he’d be okay with his friend, a man twice my age, dating me. But he, and my mom, were not only okay with it, they actually adamantly approved.
But we both knew the school wouldn’t see it that way, so we kept things as quiet as we could for the rest of the year, which was a real drag considering all I wanted was to get pregnant as soon as possible. I told him it was “such a waste” to keep pulling out over and over again, and that was when I became a swallower.
After graduation, we pretended to start slowly dating. It was a bit of a scandal of course, but he was able to keep his job. He’s damn good at his job, and the boys’ soccer team won the championship last year.
As soon as we stopped using the pull-out method I got pregnant, and am due any day now. I’m just about bursting with excitement. I thought that Coach would slow down once I got big and ready to pop, but it’s almost like my pregnancy has turned him on even more. He just can’t keep his hands off me, and now that we live together, he’s all over me.
“Coach,” I whisper as he sucks my clit. “I’m going to come, baby.”
I’m right there when Coach pulls his lips away, causing me to gasp. I look up in shock as he climbs on top of me and enters me. He fucked me this morning, but I’m all tightened up again. I moan as he stretches me around his girth, and as he grinds against me, putting pressure on my clit. I go over the edge.
“Good girl,” he growls, stroking my hair with one hand and licking my breast with the other. “Come on that big cock.”
“I’m coming!” I cry out as my body shakes.
“God you look so gorgeous when you come,” he tells me as I soar. He gently nibbles my neck, igniting my flames with his warm breath. My body floods with sensations and I slump down on the bed as he lies on top of me, fucking me with slower, more delicate strokes.
I know that he’s just gotten started with me, and that I have a long night ahead of me. We made a pact to get as much alone time in before the baby comes, and Coach has taken that pact seriously.
I lose myself in him as he takes me, and before long, we’re coming together. He grunts and shakes and I feel the hot spurt of his cum inside me. I clutch his strong back as we come down, panting and sweating, a mess of hot love.
“I love these,” he whispers, motor-boating my boobs like a dork.
“Enjoy them while they last,” I laugh.
“Oh, I’ll just knock you up again,” he replies, kissing my cheek. “Maybe I’ll just keep you pregnant for good.”
“Pregnant forever?! I think you’ve lost your mind, Coach.”
“Lost my mind for you, baby,” he says. “Lost it the moment I met you.”
“Who would have thought a big dumb jock could have such a way with words,” I muse with a smirk, running my hand across his scruff.
“And who would have thought such a good girl would go for a bad boy like me?”
I shrug and giggle. “I guess we were just made for each other.”
Coach’s eyes, filled with love, stare at me, and as always, warm me deep down into my soul.
“You’re goddamn right.”
THE END
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