by Sa'id Salaam
Teresa was conflicted between her upbringing and her desires. She had fully intended on saving herself for her future husband, but now that was in question. Coach soaked her panties daily with his deep voice and brown eyes. The occasional brush against each other that they managed made her vagina throb.
She wasn’t alone in her frustration. Coach had been an athlete in high school and had plenty of girls. Halfway through college he put his dick away picked up the Bible and vowed celibacy. Now he found himself masturbating after an encounter with the young stunner.
Yep, just a matter of time. Neither were surprised when a date was finally planned. It wasn’t a date in the traditional sense. He would not come calling on her at home to meet the parents. They just arranged to be in the same place at the same time.
Totally harmless, right?
Chapter 2
Reverend McCoy was gifted a brand new Cadillac around the time of Teresa’s extravagant sweet sixteen party. She frowned at the offer of his slightly used vehicle. She claimed that “it was so last years.” Her doting father chided himself for being insensitive and quickly traded it for a new convertible.
Even with her own car, Teresa’s movements were still monitored closely. Her comings and goings were verified by phone and GPS. Dad knew his daughter was fine and saw the reactions men gave her. He even had to check a couple of deacons about looking at her ass.
Not to mention he was quite the dicks-man himself at that age. He bedded half the neighborhood including his, then sixteen year old, wife. Momma was a little easier to maneuver around, so that’s who Teresa tried.
“Momma I’m fixing to go to the mall and meet up with some friends,” Teresa sang, lying to her mother for the first time. Since she had such a stellar record her mother eagerly accepted the half-truth.
“Ok, have fun, drive safe and…?”
“No boys!” Teresa laughed
At least that part was true. Mathew was a man not a boy.
Teresa parked her car on the absolute outskirts of the malls huge parking lot. This was to give her a little privacy as she pulled off the loose fitting pants she wore and wiggled into the skin tight pair she brought along. She then pulled off the sweatshirt revealing the tight tee that revealed her breast.
A cursory check in the rearview mirror confirmed that her mid-back length hair was still perfect. Only then was the top lowered as she cruised around to the mall’s valet parking to make her grand entrance.
Every male head turned as she sashayed into the mall. The attention was surprising as men married, single, young, old, straight and gay stared. A few of the younger more assertive guys made advances, but they fell upon deaf ears. Teresa only had eyes for one man, and there he was at the food court right on time.
“Wow! You look great!” Coach exclaimed taking her hands and planting a kiss on her cheek. It was the first time a man had ever touched her causing her to flinch.
“I’m sorry,” Mathew apologized fearfully as he misunderstood the reaction. “I… just…”
“No I’m fine! No problem, you look great too.” Teresa smiled as she regained her composure. She wanted to go wring out her panties but didn’t. Instead she tipped toed up and returned the gesture.
The plan was to catch the DOPE BOY movie at two o-clocks so they headed to the mall’s theater. With thirty minutes to spare coach led her into the arcade.
“Win me a prize!” Teresa demanded as she would her parents.
“Sure!” Mathew agreed eagerly. Just like her parents. He slid a dollar into the game releasing miniature basketballs. The athlete banked shot after shot into the small goal until the timer ran out.
“Here you try,” He offered as a row of tickets slid out of the machine.
“I can’t do that,” Teresa giggled as her date guided her to the machine. She was far too prissy to shoot hoops but decided to try it for him.
Another dollar was inserted, releasing the balls and starting the timer. She missed every shot, getting more and more frustrated.
“Something must be wrong with the game!” she insisted, “It’s either rigged or broken.”
“No, it’s your technique. Here let me show you.”
Like any coach he put his arms around her. He pressed his body against hers, his arms against hers, and helped her shoot hoops.
Teresa casually leaned her ass onto the erection slowly growing towards her and began gyrating. Even after the buzzer had sounded, announcing the end of the game, they lingered until an impatient adolescent demanded they move along.
Coach bought her everything she pointed at in the movie’s concession stand. She had no plans on eating the majority of it but ordered it anyway. Once inside the darken theater she slipped her hand inside his.
Neither were able to fully concentrate on Killa Cam on the big screen, as they were both distracted by the others’ hand. Even after the movie had ended they maintained their hand holding while they exited the mall. It wasn’t until after the valet delivered her car that she released his hand.
“So?” she asked nervously awaiting being told what to do. Secretly she wished he would lean down and kiss her again, but on the lips this time.
She got her wish, Coach gave her, her first kiss. It was soft, sweet, and witnessed.
“Sho-nuff?” Margie exclaimed as she saw her co-worker kiss a student. 'No wonder he’s running from me,' she thought.
She had been offering her services to Coach from the second he began working there. Not services actually, she wanted to fuck him.
She assumed that Teresa must be the reason he didn’t take the bait. It wasn’t. Margie looked like a shaved baboon wearing a horse costume, that was the reason.
A wave of emotions swept through her body when his lips touched hers. The strange feeling overwhelmed Teresa causing her to flee.
“I have to go!” She whined and rushed into her car. She sped out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. Finally she slowed down at the sight of a police cruiser in front of her. A huge grin slowly spread on her face as she calmed down. She fondly recalled the feel of the stiff dick on her back.
A million conflicting thoughts battled for attention in her mind until she found herself pulling into her driveway.
“Hey daddy!” she beamed at her father, as he backed his car out of the large driveway. He smiled and waved back. He was heading out to handle the affairs of the church. Pun intended, she parked the car and skipped into the back door.
“Hey momma!” she sang planting a sideways kiss on her mother’s pretty face.
“Hey yourself,” Mary smiled, turned, then frowned. “Chile did you go out in those tight pants!”
After the close call Teresa decided to keep her distance from Coach. Every time their eyes met she quickly snatched her gaze away. The memory of his touch refused to die that easily. She was in agony every time she saw him.
Coach gave up after a couple of days and backed off. Once he caught her alone he finally spoke.
“Look, I’m sorry if I offended you. The kiss was out of line,” He offered sounding sincere.
“Oh, don’t be! You’ve done nothing wrong,” Teresa replied. She meant to be stoic and blunt but got caught in his gaze. “It’s just… I um… you know we can’t…I need to see you again!”
“Come to my apartment!” Coach blurted out surprising even himself. He knew she was a minor, even though age of sexual consent is sixteen. Still with him being her teacher sex would be felonious.
“Let’s both play hooky tomorrow,” Teresa readily agreed. He almost said “No” and moved on with his life, but almost doesn’t count, especially when it comes to statutory rape. It would be futile to say "well your honor I 'almost' didn't fuck her".
That night the junior pastor pulled out all the stops to prevent going through with the plans. He prayed, read his Bible, even spoke in tongues. Nothing worked to subdue his lustful desires. He couldn’t even masturbate it away. And he tried that too.
In the end he decided to send her
straight to school if she showed up at his apartment. That was until he pulled the door open the next morning. He took one look at her and ushered her inside.
Teresa rushed straight into his arms and kissed him. She had been up late contemplating the situation as well. The verdict was that her virginity was for her one day husband, but Coach could touch her if he wanted to. She may even touch him back. But that would be it, no intercourse.
Everything between entering the apartment and lying naked on Mathew’s bed was a blur.