She blushed a deep crimson. Covering her mouth so she didn't giggle. She wasn't exactly a dream girl. she was that annoying straight A student boys came to when the needed term papers written for cheap. she was super flattered that he liked her. but was nervous at the same time.
"really?" she managed without giggling
"Just look at this," the Coach groaned. He stepped closer to the blushing girl and his index finger traced a large swollen curve in his sweat pants.
Her eyes widened at the long thick ridge obscenely tenting the soft cotton.
"You see;" his masculine voice flowed like honey, and lifting her small hand said quietly, "this is your fault." He held her palm against the mishapen bundle at his crotch and she could feel the angry heat of his penis through the soft cotton.
Her eyes raised a question into his intense expressive face.
"I CAN help you with your grade Sarah," he said easily.
She felt a shiver run through her as he spoke. Feeling the heat of him. Felling the same heat between her legs.
"What do i have to do. I'll do anytihng to get my grade up"
I was on my way to get something I had forgotten.. when I wanted to open the heavy door to the gymnasium, I froze... Through the crack of the door I could see our absolutely gorgeous gym teacher and.. what's her name.. Sarah.
I never really noticed her, I was one of the chearleaders and well... (need I go on?!)
But what shocked me: her hand was on his crotch .. "oh my god!" I wispered. I started thinking.. I certainly misjudged that Sarah! That little devil! haha!
I peeked through the crack of the door to see what was going to happen...