Making The Team

[Ghostposter]

OOC: Rick Martin. 28 years old. 6'2". 195. Black hair. Grey eyes.


IC:


For the last six years, I've been coaching the girl's soccer team at the local high school. It's a purely volunteer position, and it takes up a lot of my time, but there are certain perks. There's something about watching budding young ladies running around in tight shorts and clinging tee shirts....


But that's not the biggest perk. Every year I get to pick a senior girl to be team captain. It's a very prestigious position. They'll do anything to earn it. And since most of the senior girls are over 18, I always let them fight it out....

 

[sierrahughes]

5' 8"
36C-25-37
Black curly tresses with blue eyes
Wearing a college track suit (track jacket and track pants)
18 years old

Lisa was the star striker of the team, normally one of the favourite candidates for team captain considering her position and importance to the team. She had even been talent-scouted and earmarked for the US U21 side selections.

But all these didn't matter. What was important was that she got on the right side of Coach Martin. She had observed how Cheryl became soccer captain last year. It was a somewhat unexpected choice to be honest, but it seemed like the best way was to get into Coach's good books. There were some occasions when it even seemed like Cheryl was intentionally trying to seduce Coach, but Lisa played it down even as the rest of the team silently but viciously gossipped about the possibility.

Lisa was the first on the pitch at practice as usual, and she saw Coach Martin setting up some drills.

"Hi Coach!" She greeted enthusiastically.

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

I smiled as my star player came running onto the field. Lisa was always a ball of energy. In the three years I'd been watching her I don't believe I've ever seen her moving at regular speed. Her superior athleticism and natural leadership qualities made her the logical favorite for team captain. That she was also a knockout didn't hurt. In the weeks ahead I looked forward to seeing if she was really a team player.

I called her over and asked her to lead the team in their stretching exercises. Then I settled in to watch. If there was a better sight on earth than thirty athletic young ladies squatting and bending and stretching I can't imagine what it is. Most of the girls were jailbait and clearly off-limit, but I still had about a dozen senior girls who were legal.

Girls like the lovely Lisa.

When they were ready I broke the girls down into smaller groups to work on various drills. As expected, Lisa was the star. Handling the ball she could cut through the defense with ease. Shooting the ball she could pound it past the goalie eight times of of ten. Watching her was inspiring. If the rest of the team could raise their game to her level, I knew we would be favored to win another district championship.

I worked the girls hard. Then I blew my whistle and told them to hit the showers. But before they did I called on five of the senior girls to stay back for a minute.

When I had their attention, I told them that they were the girls I had selected to be finalists for team captain. I really wasn't obligated in any way to tell them this. I just thought it might motivate Lisa into the proper frame of mind if she knew that she had competition.

Then I dismissed them, telling them that I would still be in my office for the next few hours. I smiled as I watched them run off. I knew from experience that I would have company very soon.....

 

[sierrahughes]

Lisa sighed as the lukewarm water from the showers ran down her back and trickled to her aching thighs and calves. The water was always welcome after a hard training.

It seemed as if Coach was pushing them harder than usual today, but it could simply be due to the upcoming selections for captain. He probably wanted to see if any of them shone during adversity.

Not that Lisa needed much proving to do. The state leading scorer for the past two seasons, she was looking forward to a record breaking third.

She reluctantly stepped out of soothing shower and towelled down, before stepping back into the locker room with only a towel wrapped around her.

"You think Lisa is going to make captain?"

"She probably would, considering how important she is to the team. She works her socks off for training too."

"That's true, but I heard Coach has other girls on his shortlist too."

"Ya there's Sarah and Michelle too. Come here...shhh. I noticed that Coach only pick the prettiest of the bunch, don't you think?"

"I think so too. It was just like last year. I heard some rumours that Cheryl got it on with the Coach to win the captaincy. You do remember that Marianne was supposed to be the shoo-in for captain? But she didn't even make the shortlist! We suspected because she was just too ugly for Coach's liking!"

*Laughter*

Lisa sat down, and leaned quietly against the locker. And she wondered if there was any truth in any of those rumours.

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

An hour and ten minutes later there was a light tap at the door. It always took an hour and ten minutes: fifteen minutes to shower, fifteen minutes to make up her mind, a half hour to make sure the rest of the team was gone, and ten minutes to work up her courage. I didn't even have to look up from my paperwork to know who was standing there.

"Come in, Lisa," I said. "Just let me finish this....."

A moment later I put my pen down, got up out of my desk and sat down on the couch. With a gesture I invited Lisa to sit down next to me.

"Why don't you tell me what's on your mind, Lisa," I said. Because I couldn't wait to tell her what was on mine....

 

[sierrahughes]

OOC: by the way, I will continue to post in third person, so that it will seem like it is a single story.

Lisa sat down opposite Coach Martin, in her college pullover and dark jeans. Rather absent-mindedly, she put her bag down beside her. Lisa wanted that captaincy badly. Not just to further her budding career as a soccer player, but because she felt it would push her even harder. There is no greater pressure than being both the captain and the best attacker in the team.

"Coach, do you think I have what it takes to be captain of the team?" She finally asked after a little more thought. This was followed by a period of silence, before Coach finally spoke...

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

"Do you have what it takes?" I repeated. "Well, that's a very interesting question, Lisa. As you know, I've been watching you closely for three years. You certainly have many of the qualities I'm looking for in a captain. You're talented. You're hard-working. The seniors respect you. The younger girls look up to you. On the field, you're clearly the best candidate."

I let that sink in for a moment. Start with the carrot, then bring out the stick.

"But there's more to being captain than on-the-field stuff," I said. "So much more. 90% of being a captain happens in this room. Long hours working closely with me. Going the distance to satisfy my very high standards. Following my orders without invitation. Learning what I think. Knowing what I want without asking. It's a heavy burden, Lisa. Are you sure you want it that badly? If so, why don't you tell me what I'm thinking right now?"

I let my eyes run up and down her ripe young body. I didn't think she would need more clues....

 

[sierrahughes]

"Do you have what it takes?" I repeated. "Well, that's a very interesting question, Lisa. As you know, I've been watching you closely for three years. You certainly have many of the qualities I'm looking for in a captain. You're talented. You're hard-working. The seniors respect you. The younger girls look up to you. On the field, you're clearly the best candidate."

Lisa nodded as she listened attentively. It was becoming clear what Coach Martin thought of her, and she saw this as a good sign. She thought of the times when she toiled both on and off the field. She did not come this far just because she was lucky. She worked harder than anyone else on the team, she was sure.

But Coach Martin's "on the field" qualifier worried her a little. She was still not quite sure what to expect from this conversation. In fact, she was not even sure why she became so concerned that she stepped into his office in the first place.

"But there's more to being captain than on-the-field stuff," I said. "So much more. 90% of being a captain happens in this room. Long hours working closely with me. Going the distance to satisfy my very high standards. Following my orders without invitation. Learning what I think. Knowing what I want without asking. It's a heavy burden, Lisa. Are you sure you want it that badly? If so, why don't you tell me what I'm thinking right now?"

Lisa blinked a few times. She had absolutely no idea what Coach Martin could be thinking at the moment, or could it be...

"...I noticed that Coach only pick the prettiest of the bunch, don't you think?"

"...We suspected because she was just too ugly for Coach's liking!"

"...I heard some rumours that Cheryl got it on with the Coach to win the captaincy..."


The voices entered her head once more, and as she looked up at Coach Martin, his eyes roaming a little more than they usually do. She saw Coach as a professional and upright man. And she respected him tremendously for the guidance he has given her for the past three years. In some ways, she was like a father to him.

But, it couldn't be...could it?

"I'm not exactly sure what you have in mind, Coach," was all she mustered in the end. She was hoping that the rumours she heard had no truth in them. She would be so crestfallen otherwise.

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

"Then let me make it clear to you, Lisa," I said. "You live for the game, but it's about so much more than the game. I'm the coach. I have to be the coach twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. It's the same deal with the captain. You're not just the captain where you're playing. It's a 24/7 job. The team won't ever understand the sacrifices you make. But I do. I'll be there to support you every step of the way. That's why there needs to be a very special relationship between coach and captain. It's almost like a marriage. It's that intense. And like in a marriage, there are things you do together to relieve the stress. Wonderful things. For both of us..."

I took her hand and looked her directly in the eyes. I saw the indecision there. But I could also see the fire that burned beneath it.

"You think you're the best, Lisa?" I said. "Well, prove it to me. Show me how much you want it...."

 

[sierrahughes]

"You think you're the best, Lisa?" I said. "Well, prove it to me. Show me how much you want it...."

Lisa found her throat drying up. She was not quite sure what to expect, or what to say. She had put in so much effort in training, into getting the team together, into helping her teammates. She had already sacrificed so much, even breaking up with her boyfriend just to focus on the season. And she thought it would be enough to make her captain.

And now this. Although she could still be wrong, she was beginning to have an inkling of what Coach Martin might have in mind. Did he want to see her breasts? Maybe a handjob? Or even a blowjob?

To be honest, she was not sure exactly what he wanted. And she kept silent.

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

Most girls would have quit by now, but I knew all along that Lisa would be one of the special ones. As indecisive as she appeared, I knew that her dedication would make her stay to very end. I was certain that ultimately we would both be happy that she did. In six years I had yet to hear a hint of regret from any of my captains, and at the end of the season they all moved out into the world as stronger and confident women. I had high hopes for young Lisa.

But it was time to get the game started.

I took her hands in mine and said, "Look at me."

When I was certain I had her undivided attention, I spoke, "It's time for you to prove your dedication and your desire to me, Lisa. I'm sure on some level you suspect what I intend for us. Well, your suspicions are correct. When I talk about us having a close working relationship, I'm referring to an extremely sexual one. You can stop now. You can leave. The door is open, and I would never make you do anything you didn't want to do. It's your choice. But if you don't take charge, someone else will. They will be the captain, and while all the other girls look up to her, you will look and know that it should have been you. You have a choice to make, Lisa. Make the correct one. For you. For me. And for the team...."

All out of words, I waited for her answer....

 

[sierrahughes]

When I talk about us having a close working relationship, I'm referring to an extremely sexual one.

There was now little doubt, but what worried her was that she did not leave the office there and then. Could she possibly be actually contemplating Coach Martin's offer?

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

"You're still here, Lisa," I said. "You could have left, but you didn't. The voice in your head is telling you that this is wrong, but it can't come up with a single reason why. Because deep down you knew all roads led you here. And deep down you wondered just what it would be like. You've know me for years. Can you honestly say you haven't entertained a fantasy or two about us? Look at me, Lisa. Am I such an ogre?"

 

[sierrahughes]

Lisa thought about what it would be like without the captaincy. She would still be the most important player on the team, without a doubt. Perennial top-scorer with an excellent work ethic, strong in the air when defending set-pieces, and a good hold-up player on days when she didn't have her shooting boots with her. Most of all, the morale of the team is built with her as the centre. Perhaps, Coach Martin needed her as captain as much as she wanted to be captain.

But did she need to be captain? Marianne was a strong candidate for the All-American squad in her prime. She was a reliable centre-half with impeccable reading of play, armed with a vision that matched even the best passers of her generation. Yet when she failed to make captain she faded away so quickly that the players could hardly remember her existence. Even Lisa could only recall her presence, vaguely.

But I am different!

Lisa's inner voice screamed out. Whether it was a confident exclamation or a desperate plea, she could not tell.

Then she considered the alternative. She had a boyfriend once who was satisfied with just handjobs, and a few gropes of her breast. Was that only what Coach Martin had in mind? Coach was an older man, so his expectations were definitely much higher. But how much higher...

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

"Let's begin, shall we?" I suggested.

I stood up and kicked off my shoes. Then I pulled off my shirt and let it drop to the floor. Having a job that required a vigorous daily workout had certain aesthetic advantages. Lisa still hadn't moved, but her eyes were locked on my well-muscled torso. Her expression did not appear to be one of horror. I took that as a promising sign.

Pulling the bow on my sweats, I undid the knot and let them drop to the floor. Prepared in advance, I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath them. Freed at last, my nine inch cock pointed like an arrow at my favorite player.

I gave her a moment to take in the whole package before I said, "Now you..."

 

[sierrahughes]

Lisa was not what a girl one would conventionally call sexually naive. She was popular with the boys, and was a bit of a player at times, having had numerous relationships already even before she had hit 20.

She knew how to dress sexily, and had two different lingerie sets hidden away at the bottom of her drawers, reserved for some of her closest boyfriends. One was deep red stretch lace chemise, and the other a black microfibre babydoll; basically, not your regular bra and panty sets.

Lisa had given countless handjobs, a dozen blowjobs and even a footjob. She gave a few of her boyfriends the heavenly privilege of fucking her tits, and had taken a good share of cum on her face.

But Lisa is still a virgin.

She couldn't let that show though. Even though it was a personal preference to wait till marriage, some men may see it as a sign of weakness. It may very well be.

Coach Martin had clearly laid his cards out, though not entirely. She still did not know what exactly it was she wanted. Her mind conjured the image of her taking a penalty, with Coach Martin as the goalie.

If only the odds were that good though.

Lisa stood up, displaying a firm front. With a decisive movement, she pulls her sweater over her head, and peels it off her arms, revealing her full breasts encased in a pair of deep blue bra, possibly half a cup too small for her.

"I will let you fuck these," she paused, and cupped one side of her breast, "if you promise me the captaincy."

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

Having finally made up her mind, Lisa rose and pulled her sweater up over her head. My eyes went wide at the sight before me, and I waited for the show to continue. That was when Lisa boldly made her offer. I smiled. How sweet. How naive. The dear girl thought we were still negotiating.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her slim waist. Her body went stiff, but I still enjoyed how it felt pressed to mine.

"They're absolutely exquisite, Lisa," I told her. "I'm certain the boys you're used to dealing with would be agreeing to anything right now just for the simple privilege of gazing at them. But I'm not one of your boys. It's going to take a lot more than this to win the captaincy. Think about the others. Do you think Michelle is going to win by letting me peek down her blouse? Do you think Nina is going to bat her eyes at me to win me over? You grew up with them, Lisa. You know how far they are willing to go. You need to look deep down inside yourself right now. Ask yourself. 'How far am I willing to go'...."

 

[sierrahughes]

Do you think Michelle is going to win by letting me peek down her blouse? Do you think Nina is going to bat her eyes at me to win me over?

To be honest, Lisa had a good idea of how far some of the fellow candidates would go. She had wanted the moral high ground initially, to prove that she could win the captaincy without resorting to such methods. Besides, she was the best player and most influential leader on and off the pitch! What more could she offer? What more did she need to offer?

Feeling Coach Martin's naked chest against her back, Lisa knew she had to make a quick decision. This was one of the traits she took real pride in. It wasn't just her shooting, her vision, her dribbling or her heading that really made her stand out. Her decision-making on the pitch was almost always immaculate. And now she had to apply it off the pitch.

As she felt his hardness throb against the small of her back, she decided. At least, how far she would allow him to go. Still, it didn't mean Lisa was going to lay down all her cards. She knew Coach Martin would continue to play the other girls against her, but she was confident that she was the one Coach Martin wanted the most. And that was probably the most powerful hold any woman could have over a man.

Lisa quickly flipped around, out of Coach Martin's hold, and placed her palm on his chest, keeping him at arm's length. And then she smiled.

"Gazing? Who said anything about gazing?" She said, gazing deep into his eyes, before pushing Coach Martin back down onto the couch. She sauntered slowly towards him, making the most of the few feet between them to show off her womanly curves. She wanted him hooked. She needed him to be hooked.

Still standing upright, she slowly bent forward, resting both her palms firms on his knees, before sliding up along his thigh, past his pelvic area and onto his firm stomach. His cock was already glistening slightly with some pre-cum, and she made sure that she brushed the top of her full breasts against it, letting her soft skin draw him in.

She broke eye contact with him for the first time as she bent her neck down and released a copious amount of saliva down onto the tip of his cock. The drool dribbled down along the length of his cock, the time it took only served to accentuate the size of his cock. It did strike her that his was the largest she had ever seen, and wondered if it would...

Lisa looked backed up at Coach Martin, her eyes catching his stare down at her chest. Deep inside she knew he was already hooked. But even then, this was just the beginning.

Reaching for the base of his cock just as her saliva arrived, she wrapped her thumb and index finger, barely, around the girth, and began to rub upwards.

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

When Lisa shoved me roughly down onto the couch, I knew that my instincts had been right all along about my favorite player. Winning wasn't everything, it was the only thing. And after running through all the options, she had correctly assessed that there was only one way to win here.

My way.

As I watched her without speaking, I could finally see the spark of passion I knew all along she kept hidden deep down inside. And I knew from experience that from the smallest sparks grew the wildest fires. I braced myself. I wasn't certain exactly what was coming, but I knew it was going to be one hell of a ride.

From across the room Lisa crossed slowly toward me. Knowing my eyes were locked on her every movement, she provided a feast for them in the form of her trim athletic body. My manhood -- already awakened -- stretched even more in he direction.

She stood over me and leaned in. Then she lubricated my shaft in the most erotic fashion imaginable. I had to admit I was impressed. Already Lisa showed hints of a very wicked imagination. Then she wrapped her fingers around me and slowly started to work her hand up and down. An electric charge coursed through my body. If I were a cat I would have purred.

As she masturbated me, I reached out and stroked her silky soft hair. I'd had some wonderful tryouts before, but I knew almost immediately that this would be the gold standard against which all others would one day be measured. And it was only the beginning.

"That feels wonderful, baby," I said."I bet you could make me come using just your hand. But do you know what would feel even better? If you used your mouth. So why don't you?"

 

[sierrahughes]

Lisa had made sure her eyes never once left Coach Martin's, as her hands moved up and down his cock. Licking her lips slowly, she allowed more saliva to flow onto his now engorged cockhead. The sloppy wet sounds of her rubbing his cock, first in a up and down motion, and then in a circular motion filled the room.

"I bet you could make me come using just your hand. But do you know what would feel even better? If you used your mouth. So why don't you?"

She smiled, knowing that it was a dangerous game she was playing. Her mind had been going through her options but for the moment, she was sure what was the next step to take.

"Coach Martin, you picked me for a reason. I always do beyond what is required, no?" Lisa almost taunted, as she released her firm grip on his cock, and reached around her back.

The bra straps immediately recoiled from its release, and to add to the visual effect, she pulled her shoulders together to squeeze her full breasts together, before sliding off the shoulder straps.

"I'll do one better than what you asked for," Lisa added, before wrapping her firm mounds around Coach Martin's cock, rubbing it around before letting his tip peek out from the top of her flesh. She bent her head forward, and licked the pre-cum off his penis, before wrapping her warm lips around his entire head...

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

Lisa attacked my cock with the same aggressive flair with which she terrorized opposing defenses. I groaned with pleasure as her head started to bob up and down on my pulsing shaft. It was quickly clear that my lovely player had some previous experience with the equipment. I was momentarily jealous, but I immediately dismissed such petty feelings. The other boys were just practice for the big game. I enjoyed the thrilling sensation of her delightful mouth for another few seconds before I interrupted her for a second. I had something else in mind.

"Take the rest of your clothes off, Lisa," I ordered. "I want to watch you finger yourself while you suck me...."

 

[sierrahughes]

Lisa stopped momentarily and took a deep breath. This was going to test her resolve indeed, but deep inside she already knew how far she would have to go even before she started.

But in a wink of an eye, she recollected herself, and let a wide smile take over. She stood up, towering over Coach Martin, before turning her body around. Her eye contact was piercing, and it restricted Coach's admiration for her body to quick stolen glances, almost as if he was afraid to look away from her eyes.

The unzipping of her jeans filled the room, followed by a long pause before the sound of denim sliding down her long legs took over. Coach's eyes widened as the dark blue denim faded away, revealing her nice tanned legs and firm ass. He was about to reach for her flesh when she quickly turned back, grabbing hold of his outreached hand in mid-air.

"That can wait, we have other business to finish first," Lisa teased, before kneeling back down between his legs, and once more enveloped his twitching cockhead into her warm mouth.

 

[Ghostposter]

Coach Martin

I was unhappy when Lisa wriggled away from my grasp, but she did counter that with a very compelling argument. With the incredible skill she displayed in sucking me off, however, I knew the business at hand wouldn't be a detriment for much longer. I groaned with pleasure as I approached the boiling point.

"I'm coming, Lisa," I warned her. Moments later I filled her mouth with my thick creamy seed. We said like that for a moment, enjoying the sexual buzz. I stroked her soft hair and tried to recall if I had ever seen anything so perfect in my life.

"You are a very, very sexy girl, Lisa," I told her. "This looks like the beginning of a very special friendship. It's like you know what I want without asking. That's a very important trait in a captain. Now it's my turn. I want to make you feel a good as you just did for me. Tell me that isn't what you've wanted all along...."

 

[sierrahughes]

Lisa swirled his warm cum in her mouth a little, before slowly letting it trickle down her lips, her chin, and finally onto her exposed breasts. She held her breasts together a little as the warm liquid reached her soft skin; she playfully jiggled her breasts a little, rubbing the sticky cum along the insides of her breasts.

All this while, she watched his eyes, dancing with lust. She had fulfilled her objective of making him cum once, without even letting him touch her. But she also knew that he would not be so easily satisfied. His cock throbbed back to life, still full of the energy his eyes were showing.

She was playing a delicate game here. She could not afford to give up too much on their very first encounter, or she would be faced with a choice she could not make much too early on in the game. But she knew monotony would definitely kill it. She estimated that Coach Martin could last four times before exhausting himself. The question was how she could make him cum that many times with her limited options.

"Coach, I..." Lisa deliberately hemmed. "...didn't you want to see me play with myself? I want to watch you do it as well while you are watching me," she said as she stood up once more, and walked over to the couch opposite.

She laid down, and opened her legs with a hint of hesitation. Then reaching down, she began to rub herself through her panties, a wet damp spot showing already.

"Please Coach, I want to watch you masturbate too," Lisa said as she hissed a little, spending a bit more attention on her clit, before pulling the cloth material aside, exposing herself fully to Coach Martin for the first time.

 

[sierrahughes]

bump.