Coach's Favorite (Closed for Beachy)

Erin's nerves felt like they were torn to shreds as she got ready for the game that afternoon. It was her senior year of high school, and she was the team captain of her school softball team. They had a huge game today against their county rivals and her teammates had been texting her all day saying how nervous they were. As captain, it was Erin's job to reassure them and help them keep being optimistic, but the truth was, she was nervous herself.

Standing in front of the mirror, Erin pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a ponytail and then tied a red ribbon around it. She smiled wryly as she smoothed her hair down and checked out her body in the mirror. Its not like her hair mattered, it would just be a wreck after the first inning since she was the catcher and had to where a helmet. The body-hugging black softball pants she wore clung to her ass like a second skin, and their uniform shirt was a black and red tank-top that showed off her toned arms and clung to her flat stomach.

Glancing at the clock, Erin quickly tugged on her socks and a pair of tennis shoes to wear until the game before grabbing her bag and rushing out the door.

*****

As Erin approached the field she could feel the tension rolling from not only the players but the crowd as well; the stands were already packed. She spotted their coach standing off to the side, watching as the girls on her team warmed up, and approached him.

"Hey Coach, hows it going?" she asked, sitting down her bag and bending down to dig through it and find her mitt and equipment.

When the principal had told him he would be coaching the girls softball team in addition to his teaching duties, Brad’s heart sank just a little. Sure he had played on his college baseball team and liked the game. But he thought his jock days were over when he got this teaching gig. And, I mean, girls! Jeez! Guess nobody else wanted it, he figured. So the new guy gets stuck with it.

But when he got home after his first day of practice, he realized this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. I mean hanging out with a couple dozen young teen girls in great shape, watching them get all hot and sweaty, getting real close to them while showing them how to hold a bat or field a ball. So he had really taken to it and got serious about it and turned his girls into a very competitive team.

Of course it helped that the girls liked him a lot too. Fresh out of grad school when he took the job two years ago, now at 26 he still had his youthful looks, was in great shape and wasn’t bad looking either. He stood right at 6 foot even, weighed in at about 180 pounds with soft blue eyes and wavy brown hair. He did look kind of like a jock, but he was also very smart which is why he was teaching sociology and psychology.

So over the last two years he had gotten pretty close with most of the girls and they weren’t beyond flirting with him to get better treatment. But he had never stepped out of line with any of them. Just innocent hugs and pecks on the cheek and of course that great athletic tradition of patting them on their butts.

He smiled when Erin approached him, admiring her butt in her skintight pants as she bent over her bag. She was definitely his favorite but he tried not to let it show. Not only was she team captain and the best player on the team, but she was also good looking enough to be a model, at least in his mind. And of course the tight uniforms really complemented her curvy figure. He thought she would fit right in with any of those California and Arizona college teams, where it seemed all the girls were beautiful as well as being great athletes.

“Hey, Erin,” he replied, trying to sound as casual as he could. “So are we all ready for the big game? Should be a lot of fun today, I just love big games, don’t you?”

Erin bent down to put on her leg guards and listened as the coach spoke. She smiled at the excitement in his voice. She could tell when he had first started, that he didn't find the idea of coaching girl's softball too exciting. But she also knew that they had proven him wrong. They were an amazing team, and as competitive as it came. They were also, as of right now, number one in their district.

"Its... exciting," Erin murmured. "Kinda nerve racking though. All the other girls keep looking to me for advice and pep talks, and I know I'm team captain, so I give them what they want, but really, I'm really fucking nervous", she said, blushing.

She straightened up and turned to face the coach. He was a really good looking guy, she also had him as a psychology teacher. When he had first started the girls in school hadn't been able to stop fawning over him for months. Erin found him really attractive, but she didn't gossip about it like the others.

He was leaned up against the fence watching the warm-ups and Erin leaned next to him, her shoulder brushing his arm. He was taller than her petite frame by a good ten inches. She had to look up when she spoke to him.

"Is Katie ready to warm up?" she asked. Katie was the pitcher of our team, so it was my job to catch a few for her before the game.

Erin glanced over and saw Katie was putting on her glove and picking up a ball, so without waiting for an answer, she began to strap on her chest protector. Except she couldn't quite reach the one hook that was on her back... being short and having short arms would do that to ya.

"Hey Coach, can you hook this strap for me?" she asked.

Brad watched Erin as she squatted to put on her equipment. He was happy she was the catcher, of course because she was good, but in her catcher’s crouch she looked so damn hot with her full round ass pointing out in her tight pants. And he swore that sometimes when he stood in front of her with the pitcher, he could see the outline of her labia in her tight pants. But he always pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on helping them be better players.

“Now, Erin, you know what I always preach,” he replied to her. “Just go out and have fun. Remember our sports psychology lessons. If you have a positive attitude, then positive things will happen. Don’t think about how nervous it makes you or how hard it’s going to be. Think about how much fun it will be, especially when we win. Visualize yourself making the big play, getting the big hit, and it will happen.”

Brad felt a little rush through his body when Erin leaned up beside him. He looked over at her and smiled. He stood up off the fence and looked around at the players.

“Yeah, looks like she’s ready, go get her warmed up, girl!” he grinned. He had to lean down to fasten the backstrap for her, bringing his face next to her neck. He breathed in deeply, loving her natural sweet scent. He swatted her butt lightly before she jogged off. “Now go on and have some fun out there!”

Erin immediately felt better after the coach reminded her of their philosophy... she knew it by heart of course, but the calm way he talked to her helped to ease her nerves too.

Her body tingled when he swatted her ass playfully; he always did, and she always blushed, much to her embarrassment.

Jogging over to Katie, Erin began to help her warm up. A few minutes later, it was signaled that the game was ready to begin.

"Balls in, coming down!" Erin shouted over the roar of the fans, and her team prepared to play their rivals.

Not only was this team their toughest opponent but the girls on the team weren't the nicest either. There were quite a few times in the past where words had been exchanged, although it had never resulted in any fights, just a huge tension between the teams.

And here comes my favorite one of them all, Erin thought as she stood behind home plate. The girl coming up to bat was usually the instigator in almost all of the arguments. She walked up to the plate with a sneer on her face and shot Erin a cocky smile. Erin repressed the urge to roll her eyes and instead focused on Katie, who was on the mound ready to begin.

Katie threw two strikes before the girl hit a line drive that allowed her to get to second base. The next two batters were struck out but the girl had advanced to third. The next girl up to bat hit a weak grounder, and Erin stood tensed as the runner came dashing for home plate.

The shortstop's throw was a little wild but Erin snagged it out of the air in time to drop to her knees and tag the opposing teams runner.

"OUT!" called the umpire and cheers erupted from the fans. Erin stood up and looked at the base runner, who was scowling back at her.

"I'll get you next time, bitch," the girl said and Erin did roll her eyes this time.

Walking off the field, Erin felt many claps on the back and smiled at her teammates. She immediately walked up to the coach and nudged him with her shoulder.

"I think that girl needs to switch schools and have you as a teacher; she needs a major attitude adjustment" Erin said, smiling. She prided herself on keeping calm in tense situations. "You're the best teacher I've ever had but to be honest, I dont even know if you could help her," she laughed.

“Huddle up!” Brad called for his team when the head umpire signaled it was time to start the game. All the girls rushed in and circled around Brad, everybody squeezed up together. He loved this part, two dozen teen girls all trying to get as close to him as possible. Of course as captain, Erin was pressed up right beside him.

“Ok, ladies, I know you all know what’s at stake here so I’m not gonna make a big speech. Remember a team is a single organism, we’re all in this together. Think positive, play positive. It’s gonna be a great day, now go out there and let’s have ourselves some fun! Ready, ladies? Hands up!1, 2, 3 – let’s go Cougars!!!”

All the girls reached up, their hands together over Brad’s hand, shouting “let’s go Cougars!” as they broke the huddle and took the field. Brad stood at the home plate end of the bench watching the action, all the subs sitting to his right. He almost never sat down during a game, but stood there clapping, encouraging his team, giving advice.

Of course they had played this team before and Brad didn’t like them any more than the girls did. They had a bad attitude which obviously came straight down from their coach, a forty-something butch dyke with a chip on her shoulder.

He cringed when their leadoff batter got a hit, and waved his arms up and down in front of him with palms down, telling Katie and the others to just settle down. It seemed to work as Katie struck out the next two batters and he could see that Erin was making her comfortable calling for her best pitches. He cheered with the others when Erin tagged out the runner trying to get home, giving the girls hand slaps and high fives as they came off the field.

“Attagirl, Erin!” he shouted. A tingle shot through his body again when she nudged him. He put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a coach’s hug. “Hell, no, I don’t want any of her little bitches, they’re beyond help,” Brad grinned back at her. “Don’t let them get to you, just stay positive, play our game and have fun.”

The coaches words reassured Erin and helped calm her even farther. The rest of the game passed quickly, finally it was the last inning and Erin was on deck to bat. Nerves were tense, there were two girls on base, and they were losing by one run. They had one out. Erin stepped from foot to foot trying to shake out the anxious jitters she had. The girl batting struck out and Erin's nerves rocketed while her heart sank. It was up to her; if she didn't bring in the two runners on base they would lose.

Shit... Erin thought. She glanced back at Coach and she took a calming breath, before walking to the plate, and settling in to her batters stance, her ass towards the coach.

Taking a deep breath, Erin focused in on the pitcher, who was smirking nastily at her. That smirk enrage Erin; those girls were just so sure that they were going to win, but they weren't if Erin had anything to do with it.

Brad had expected it to be a tough game but he hadn’t pictured it coming down to the wire like this. He could see how nervous Erin was as she shifted back and forth in the on-deck circle. He jogged over to her as she walked toward the plate and got there just as she stepped into the batter’s box.

“Erin,” he called to her. She turned around and saw him and stepped back out of the box. Brad put both of his hands on her shoulders trying to calm her nerves.

“Isn’t this fun?” he smiled at her. “Just relax, girl, and let it come to you. You know what to expect. Her first pitch she’ll try to brush you back. Then she’ll try to get you to go for the high and outside fastball, just let it go. The third pitch will be your pitch, just relax and go with the flow.”

He let go of her shoulders and gave her a light swat on her butt as she turned around and stepped back into the batter’s box.

“You rock, Erin,” he said. “Show ‘em how it’s done now.” Brad jogged back to the bench as the pitcher wound up for the first pitch.

Erin rolled her eyes playfully at her coach, taking a deep breath. He made it sound so easy, yet she knew he was right. This pitcher had a pattern and they had caught onto it. She stepped back into the batters box and braced herself.

The first pitch was just as expected, it came in low and close to her knees, but Erin danced out of the way in time to avoid being hit. She glared at the pitcher. The next pitch was high, just as he had predicted and she sat back and let the second ball be called.

Then she really focused in. Her gaze was trained on the ball and she waited quietly. The stands were in an uproar and Erin could hear her teammates screaming encouragement but she was focused on nothing but the ball.

A little low and to the outside; just like she liked them. Erin swung and felt the bat connect with the ball. Without pausing to see where it went she dropped the bat and sprinted to first base then rounded for second at the base coach's signal.

"Down!" She heard someone shout and she slid. With her heart in her throat she glanced up and saw her team rushing the field. Her hit had made it into the outfield, not enough for a homerun, but enough for the two RBI's. They had won.

She was immediately engulfed in shrieking girls and began to laugh, returning hugs left and right. She saw the other team glaring from the infield but ignored them. Then she was aware of a large hand being placed on her shoulder and she turned, grinning broadly, her smile blindingly bright.

Brad watched the ball shoot off Erin’s bat into the gap between left and center. He was yelling and screaming as loud as the girls and was right there at the plate to high five the two runners as they came in to score. He saw Erin sliding belly down into second base and knew the game was won. He rushed out into the infield with the rest of the team, trying to work his way through the mob of females to reach Erin.

Finally, he got a hand on her shoulder and she turned around and he saw the brightest smile he thought he had ever seen. He pulled her to him and gave her a big tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, Erin,” he gushed. “You really came through for me… for the team,” he quickly added.

The girls were squeezing in tighter and tighter, everyone wanting to high five and hug Erin. This isn’t so bad, Brad thought to himself, being squashed by a sea of young fit teen girls. Suddenly the whole pile seemed to give way at once and they all fell to the infield grass in a big heap. Erin was on the bottom and Brad was right on top of her and he could feel and smell her glistening body under him.

“Ok, ok,” he shouted, reluctantly trying to free himself. The girls began to unpile and he got up and helped Erin to her feet. Her chest was covered in dirt from her slide and without thinking her began to brush her off. He stopped suddenly realizing that might be a little too intimate, especially since he thought he could feel her nipples were hard with excitement under her tank top.

“All right, girls,” he shouted. “Great game, everyone! Team cheer, then let’s go shake hands. Hands up!” The girls all circled round and their hands met in the air. “Cougars together! Cougars forever!” they cheered in unison.

The coach's hug crushed Erin into his chest and she felt her body react. the fact that her arousal could penetrate the intense celebration going on around them made her laugh. Then it seemed everyone fell at once. Erin landed on the ground with an undignified "oomph" and was immediately crushed beneath the coach's big body. She was laughing out loud along with the other shrieking girls. It seemed like forever before they managed to get untangled.

Forever of having the coach's body pressed against hers in a way that did nothing to stem the attraction she was feeling. She tried to focus on something, anything, else to take her mind off of him but it was nearly impossible.

Finally Coach stood up and grabbed her hand to help Erin up. She saw his gaze on her dirty chest and his hand twitched at his side; he began to wipe off the dirt, his hand brushing her nipples on accident and she bit back a groan. Then he stopped and Erin realized he had felt her nipples, pebbled under her shirt. Her face flamed red and she avoided his gaze.

Thankfully Coach rallied the girls for a cheer and then they had to go shake hands. As Erin walked through the other team's lineup she saw the pitcher glaring daggers at her. When it came time to shake hands with her, Erin stuck her hand out, but instead of receiving the customary handshake the girl knocked Erin out of the way with her shoulder. Enraged, Erin spun to say something and bumped directly into Coach; her chest collided with his broad one and she gasped. Her hands flew up and grabbed his muscled arms to stop herself from falling backwards.

Brad reacted instinctively when Erin fell into him, one hand grabbing her upper arm while he caught her about the waist with his other arm, his hand somehow falling smack dab on her round ass. They both just froze in that position, perhaps shocked by a sudden unexpected intimacy. The result of the pileup, of him trying to brush off the dirt, and now this sudden embrace made Brad all too aware that he was feeling a physical attraction toward Erin that went beyond a proper coach-player relationship. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he made sure she was steady on her feet before letting go.

He had seen what had happened because he was the last in line behind Erin for the handshakes. He glared at the opposing pitcher and did not offer his hand. Last in their line behind her was their coach, the butch bitch. She half-heartedly offered her hand and he wrapped his hand around it and gripped it hard, his other hand grabbing her arm firmly.

“Your girls may be pretty good at their sport, but they’re severely lacking in good sportsmanship,” he growled harshly, glaring at her. “Maybe you could teach them some manners before we meet the next time.” He turned sharply on his heel, his short cleats digging into the dirt and throwing a little up on the bitch’s shoes. He put his arm around Erin’s shoulders and headed toward the gym.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he smiled at Erin. “You don’t deserve such treatment. You’re a great ballplayer and I think you’re very special, Erin. I’ll have to think up a really special reward for you, not just for today but for how you’ve played all year. Now go on and get cleaned up. Tell the others to hurry, the party’s at the Pizza Palace.”

Erin fought back the physical attraction she was feeling towards her coach. No way could she act on something like that. He was her COACH for crying out loud. She gave the opposing team's coach a quick handshake and then turned around, but not before hearing Brad's words to the other coach. These words made her smile a little, but she was still angry. She felt the arm come across her shoulder and slowed down to walk beside him. His words made her smile.

"I don't need anything special, Coach," she said, feeling her face blush softly. She grinned up at him as they headed towards the locker room.

She hurriedly showered and did her hair and makeup before getting dressed like the other girls. Most of the girls were throwing on their softball sweats and practice tanktops, so Erin did the same. The sweats rode low on her hips, and the tanktop rode up on her body, exposing a strip of tanned flesh there. She pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail then hopped in her truck and headed to the Pizza Palace.

When she arrived she joined her teammates and the coach in a bunch of booths. She ended up sitting next to Brad, tightly packed in due to the other players at the table. Her thigh was rubbing against his with every move and Erin was hyperaware of any motion that he made.

Brad resisted the temptation to follow her into the girls’ locker room. There had been a couple of times he had caught a glimpse inside passing by or even stuck his head in to tell them to hurry, but he was well aware he needed to maintain the proper decorum to keep his job. Not that he hadn’t fantasized about it more than one night, just him and a locker room full of teenage girls in various states of undress that invariably concluded with a happy ending. And it seemed Erin was usually the star of his dreams. But that was just make believe.

A few of the girls were already there when Brad arrived and they hung with him a little and chatted until the rest of the girls showed up. Brad found himself watching for Erin and his heart raced just a little when she came in, her flat tanned abs bare between her top and pants. He watched as if in a trance as she came right over and sat beside him in the booth. It was a tight squeeze as they were trying to get 20 girls into 3 booths and a couple of tables. Erin ended up so close to him their legs were touching and he could feel little jolts of pleasure shoot from his leg right through his whole body.

The girls were all talking a mile a minute, laughing and shouting, squealing and giggling. While waiting for the pizza, there was a lot of jostling and carrying on and at one point Erin fell over into his lap and his hands went instinctively to her bare midriff. Damn, her skin felt so nice! Stop it, Brad, he told himself. You’re her coach! The pizza came and it was suddenly silent as everybody helped themselves to multiple pieces of the pies.

As they finished eating, a few of them started to leave and the crowd was thinning out. “Well, this has been quite a day, hasn’t it?” Brad gushed to the few girls remaining in his booth and the one next to it. “I really hate for the party to end. I’m thinking some coffee and dessert sounds good. Anyone care to join me?”

A couple girls murmured something and got up and left, the others kind of looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Brad realized Erin was the only one paying any attention to him. He hadn’t consciously meant it to be a personal invitation, but somehow it suddenly felt that way.

At the coach's invitation most of the girls decline saying they had other things to do, until Erin realized she was the only one who had accepted. She felt her face heat up. Was it safe for her to be with him alone? With the way her thoughts had been she wasn't sure. She didn't want to make a fool of herself.

But the risk was worth it. She smiled and shrugged.

"Just me and you then, coach?" she asked. She was still sitting very close to him, even though the booth had cleared out.

“Oh.” Brad looked around the quickly emptying pizza parlor. He was surprised to find himself suddenly alone with Erin. His heart skipped a beat. Deep inside he really liked the idea of having her all to himself but he also worried that it might seem inappropriate. He also noticed that she hadn’t slid away from him and he could feel her warm young body pressing against his.

“I did take a shower after the game too,” he laughed. “And here I thought all the girls liked me. I guess they don’t want to be seen with some old fuddy duddy adult,” he tried to make light of it. “Well, if you don’t want to be seen with me either, I understand, Erin. But actually I would enjoy the opportunity to get to know you better.”

He paused, watching to see what her reaction would be. He didn’t want to cross the line, but he really did hope she would say yes.

“Say, you know what’s better after pizza than coffee? Do you like ice cream, Erin? Let’s go to Ben & Jerry’s, would you like to do that?” He casually put his arm around her shoulder without thinking about it while he waited for her answer.

She knew he had showered... he smelled absolutely amazing as she sat next to him. Erin rolled her eyes playfully at his comment. "Old adult? Please, Coach. You're only what, 26? I'm pretty sure you are the youngest teacher in the school" she said grinning.

"And I don't mind it being just you and I" she shrugged. "Ice cream sounds amazing right now. I think I need a sugar rush, otherwise I'm probably gonna pass out here at the table any minute". Brad's arm was warm and comforting and she was immensely enjoying the feeling.

Reluctantly, she slid out of the booth and away from his hard, warm body. The day had been warm, but the evening air was cooling dramatically. She tried to ignore the goosebumps that rose along her body where it wasn't covered with clothes, mainly her arms and midriff. She waited for Brad to catch up to her before walking towards her truck. She wasn't sure what his plans were. Would he want to ride together? Would that be awkward? Erin didn't mind, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

Brad watched as Erin slid out of the booth and headed for the door, admiring his view of her cute round ass moving suggestively inside her sweatpants. He could see the goosebumps on her bare skin and wondered if her nipples had stiffened too. He tried once again to chastise himself for his thoughts but he was quickly changing his mind. Like she had said, he was only 26 and she was 18 already. He knew that because the team had celebrated her birthday just a few months back. So they’re both adults, right? So it’s ok to be attracted to her, right? His rationalizations were winning out.

“I think we should take my car,” he suggested as they approached her truck. “We can come back and pick up your truck after we’ve had our ice cream.” She knew which car was his of course, having seen it at school, but she had never ridden in it. He opened the door to his Mustang GT for her and realized this was beginning to feel like a date. He went around and got in the driver’s seat, looking over at her with a smile.

“If you’re cold, I think there’s a sweatshirt in the back,” he offered. It wasn’t far to the ice cream place and Brad rushed around and opened her door for her again when they arrived. They went inside and stood at the counter looking at the flavors. “So Erin, what do you like?” he asked. “You have a favorite flavor? I’m guessing you’re a Triple Caramel Chunk girl. Am I right?”

Erin smiled at his suggestion that they take his car. She loved her truck, but there was something about his Mustang that excited her. He opened the door for her and she thanked him, sliding into the seat.

“If you’re cold, I think there’s a sweatshirt in the back".

Erin turned around and found the hoodie he was talking about, and pulled it on over her head. His smell enveloped her and almost made her lose herself in fantasies. One of the things that attracted Erin to a man was his smell, and Brad smelled amazing. The sweat shirt was huge on her, and pretty much dwarfed her upper half. She laughed as she picked up her arms and had to roll the sleeves several times for her hands to make it out.

"Thanks, Bra-uh, Coach... I didn't know it was going to get this chilly tonight," she said, smiling over as Brad began to drive. She had been thinking about him so much lately that she found herself wanting to call him Brad instead of Coach. She didn't know if that was appropriate.

When they arrived at the ice cream place, Erin stood beside him looking at the choices. Her eye kept going back to Triple Caramel Chunk. And then Brad suggested it.

Erin turned to look up him, eyebrows upraised. "How'd you know?" she asked, smirking. "You been spying on me?" she nudged him with her shoulder playfully.

Brad stood to the side and a little behind her as they surveyed the flavors. Even though it almost completely covered her up, he thought she looked even cuter wearing his big sweatshirt. And he thought about how her smell was going to be on it when she gave it back to him. Maybe he would end up sleeping with it tonight.

"You been spying on me?"

Brad laughed as she nudged up against him. “What? You don’t know about the hidden cameras and recording devices in your locker room?” he asked in mock surprise. “It’s the best part of my job! I know everything you girls talk about and I’ve seen all of you naked! It’s really great!”

He grinned real big and burst into laughter and nudged her back almost knocking her down. He hoped she didn’t take that the wrong way. “Just kidding of course, Erin,” he smiled. “I guess I’m just good at reading people, I like to try to figure them out. So just call it a lucky guess.”

She got her Triple Caramel Chunk cone and Brad got Chunky Monkey. “Looks like we’re a couple of Chunky people,” he smiled, then realized what he had said. “I mean… I don’t mean that you’re chunky, Erin. I mean we both like chunky ice cream. I don’t like chunky women, I like women who are petite and toned like you.” It seemed like the more he talked, the deeper the hole he was digging for himself. He stopped talking and they both licked at their cones and kept looking up at each other.

Erin laughed at Brad's joke about seeing them naked, although the idea held a lot of appeal to Erin. She'd like to see him naked! ... Stop thinking that way, she told herself, but she couldn't help teasing him back. "Well coach its only fair if you see us that we get to see you" she said grinning.

Erin laughed at Brad also when he started talking about chunky people and his preference of petite people. She really enjoyed his company. The shop was crowded as they looked for somewhere the sit.

"Hey Coach, let's go eat it somewhere else" Erin suggested. "Somewhere less crowded". She hoped he didn't take that the wrong way. Not that she'd object to it but she didn't want to seem to forward or anything. She took another lick of her icecream, her tongue curling around it, raher seductively, although she didn't realize it at the time.

Brad had caught her stumble over his name in the car, almost calling him Brad instead of Coach, and realized he would like it, it would seem more intimate. “Erin, you can call me Brad, it’s ok,” he smiled at her. “It’s not like we’re out on the ballfield or with the rest of the team now. Please call me Brad, ok?”

Brad looked around and couldn’t find anywhere to sit either. When she suggested they go someplace else, he agreed readily.

“Well, I guess we could sit in my car,” he suggested. “As long as you don’t spill any ice cream on the seats. I mean, I don’t usually allow food in my car, but I guess it’s all right this time.” They walked out of the shop and toward his car, and he opened the door again to let her in. He sat down in the driver’s seat and looked over at her licking her cone. It seemed a little suggestive and he couldn’t decide if she was doing it on purpose or not.

“You do know how to lick it without making a mess, don’t you?” he asked with an unintended double entendre. She didn’t answer but licked it all around the base where the ice cream met the cone. He noticed that she was licking it around and making a rather phallic shaped mound on her cone where he was pushing his down in the center with his tongue, making a valley between two ridges.

“Look how we lick our cones different,” he laughed, holding his cone over next to Erin’s.

Erin smiled and nodded when he suggested she call him Brad. Then smiled even more at his reluctance to eat in his car... Typical male.

"I can lick things without making a mess" she said with a smirk. They walked back to his car and she sat down. She had noticed her icecream taking on the shape of a penis too and smiled to herself.

It was only when he showed her his that she noticed the shape it was making. You could take his two directions... Erin laughed out loud. She felt herself blush. She couldnt hold it back any longer. She had to know what he was thinking.

"Brad," she said softly, twirling her almost empty icecream cone in her hand. She glanced over at him. "Tonight feels... Different or something. Maybe its just me, I dunno but..." she stopped talking and shrugged. She felt her face heat up when he didn't answer right away. Had she overstepped that thin line?

Brad could feel the distance between them getting closer and closer and that thin line he intended never to cross slowly disappearing. He took another big lick of his cone, pushing the ice cream down inside it with his tongue.

“I don’t know, Erin,” he shrugged, trying to mentally push himself away as their bodies got closer. “I know I’ve never enjoyed an ice cream cone as much as tonight. You want to taste mine? Can I have a taste of yours?”

He leaned over toward her face and took a big bite out of the side of her cone, then held his out for her. She tried to get her tongue inside but couldn’t reach how far he had pushed it down. They both laughed, then without warning Brad leaned in even closer and kissed her quickly on her lips.

“Um, I guess we should go.” He straightened up suddenly and started the car, glancing sideways at Erin to see her reaction.

Erin smiled and shook her head. "I don't think its the icecream Brad. I think its the company..." She tried to take a bit of his but couldn't and laughed. And then he kissed her.

It was a short kiss. But the reaction she had to that kiss shot through her body. She froze, not sure what to do. It wasn't right, she thought, but it felt amazing.

"Uhm, wow... Uhm yeah I guess it is a school night. And I have this teacher first thing in the morning who is a total tyrant. He teaches psychology and if you are even a second late he makes you run laps". Erin grinned, cutting her eyes over at Brad. Of course, he knew she had him for her first class of the day every day.

Brad turned and drove towards the school again and parked by her truck. Before getting out Erin turned to face him.

"Look, Brad, I dunno what it is between us, but I can't, I don't want to, ignore it". With that said she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

She stepped out of the car and pulled off his hoodie, her shirt pulling up the bottom of her bra as she did and bent down to hand it to him.

"Have a good night, Coach" she said, grinning and then walking back to her truck.