“You won,” he told her. “Fair and square.”
Natalie was left grasping at air as she tried to compose herself.
“Work on that three-point,” he added, walking off the court. “I expect to see it refined by tomorrow’s game.”
Natalie’s heart sank. The exchange of emotions left her feeling vulnerable. She forced a smile and reached for her tank. Pulling it back over her head, she grabbed a ball and returned to her practice as usual.
Coach Brown was stunned. What just happened? How did that practice turn into a romantically-fueled moment between the two of them? As he sat in his office, he half-regretted not kissing her.
He thought about the way Natalie probably just brushed the whole thing off and made her way to the locker room. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he thought about her getting naked. It wasn’t going to be easy to keep his hands or thoughts to himself.
“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, wishing he had just taken her when the moment struck.
A rush of emotion took over him as he sat there not knowing what to do. Part of him wanted to leave it just where it was — coach, student, period. She would be showered soon, on her way home and the two of them would just see each other tomorrow.
Or…he could go after her and take her like he wished he had when they were face to face. Her lips looked so soft, so small, so delicious. Her breath was so sweet; her smile so sincere. And her body against his, so firm and curvaceous. The thought alone sparked a swelling in his shorts and he knew then that his desires for Natalie were more than just curiosity. The longer he hesitated, the harder his cock became. The thought of her undressing a few meters away made his cock throb with excitement.
It’s now or never, he thought to himself.
Coach Brown adjusted his pulsating cock, rubbing it over his shorts as he contemplated the repercussions of bedding a student-a member of his team. But it just wasn’t enough to tame his wild desires for Natalie. And before he knew it, he was making his way into the girl’s locker room to finish what they started.
He walked into the locker room, past the stalls and lockers looking for Natalie. As he passed by her locker, he noticed that it was open and her panties were hanging from one of the hooks. The sight of them alone made his cock swell again.
He walked quietly down the tiled hall, following the sound of the shower water running. He smiled, thinking of how she may look unclothed. He had always admired her long, lean legs. And it wasn’t until today that he had even noticed her supple little breasts. She was definitely all woman.
Oh dear God! he thought, as he turned the corner and saw her. His shorts immediately tightened again.
Coach Brown could make out the outline of Natalie’s voluptuous curves through the steam. Her body was every bit the body of a Goddess, with her round hips, small waist and pert tits. His cock throbbed just looking at her. She was sexier naked than he had imagined.
He stopped, becoming nervous all of a sudden. What would happen if he were caught in the girl’s locker room? What if she wasn’t really feeling the same way? What if? What if? The questions began to overwhelm him. But no matter how many arose, the same few words kept rising to the top. Now, or never.
If the look on Natalie’s face in that moment on the court said anything, it said that she felt the same way. If she only knew that he felt it too. If only, if only. Coach Brown shook his head, trying to get a grasp on what he was doing, but no matter how rational his thoughts, he was inevitably being led astray by his throbbing cock.
As he stood there, watching the water cascade down her smooth skin, he knew he had to act on it. His body was tense, his heart racing. He wanted Natalie more now than ever. And, in a moment of wanton lust, he slid his shorts off and inched slowly through the steam toward her.
“Natalie,” he whispered softly.
“Coach?!” she squealed, noticeably startled as she covered her tits.
“Shhh,” he whispered, sliding his body behind her in the thick steam. “Practice isn’t over yet.”
His hands glided around her waist as he wrapped his arms around her, thrusting his athletic body against her supple ass. Leaning his lips in near her ear, he sighed.
“It’s not over,” he repeated.
Nestling back into his chest, Natalie smiled and bucked back.
“Is that right?”
“Maybe I’m not the distraction,” he whispered.
He could hear Natalie giggle under her breath as she reached back and pulled his body closer.
“Maybe you are,” she argued. “I can’t make a shot to save my life when you’re around.”
He glided his hands over the taut planes of her stomach, grazing the wet, smooth skin between her breasts. Circling gently, he explored the ripe curves of her tits, sliding his fingertips over her erect nipples as they hardened under his touch. He had wondered how they would feel underneath his touch when he saw them peaking through her sports bra in the gym.
He laughed under his breath in regards to her comment. “That could be a problem,” he admitted.
Continuing upward, he traced the lines of her collarbone, along her shoulders and back up her neck, watching the water droplets fall over her skin. The steam was thick as he took a deep breath, gripped Natalie’s hips and guided her toward the wall.
Natalie’s heart was pounding out of her chest. Despite the hot water and steam, she was covered in goose-bumps. A warm tingle rushed over her skin and between her thighs as Coach Brown pressed his massive manhood against her tender ass. He was every bit the black man she imagined him to be. As he pinned her to the tile, she held her breath and closed her eyes.
Coach Brown gripped her hips and thrust his hips into her, sliding his erection between her ass cheeks. He was swollen and huge. The water running down her back moistened his head as he rubbed it between her thighs.
Natalie opened her eyes. The hot water running through her hair dripped down over her face. The steam from their bodies seeped up between them. She looked up over her shoulder, and for the second time today, they were entranced in each other’s stare. She held her chin up, inching closer to his sweet mouth.
“Have you ever been with a black man?” he asked, pushing his body hard into her.
“Does it really matter?”
She shot Coach Brown a smile that told of her desires for him. His hands snaked under her hair, and holding her face, he wasted no time moving in for a hard, passionate kiss.
His big lips pressed firmly against hers, parting to devour her hungrily. His mouth was warm and lustful, taking her with force.
His hands explored her moist breasts, squeezing her suppleness as he thrust his raging hard on between her awaiting thighs. She was so wet. He said it wasn’t over, but her body longed for him to begin already! The sensation of his dark head gliding along her swollen pink mounds was driving her crazy!
“Can you concentrate now?” he teased between kisses.
Reaching down, she took his plump dick in her hand and stroked it. The hot water moistened his flesh. Rubbing the tender skin of his head, she teased his tip with her fingers. Making her way down his long shaft, she gripped his huge black cock in her palm and glided her hand along its length. Every inch of him was solid and ready for her.
“Not at all,” she finally managed to say, pumping his flesh in her hand.
Feeling his girth, Natalie couldn’t wait to get a better hold of it. Stealing one last passionate kiss, she turned around and moved down his body, following the droplets of water as they crawled down his dark skin. His body was warm and wet. She lapped up the tiny rivers as they guided her southward to the firm planes of his chiseled chest. Showering him with kisses, she continued south to his rigid abs, stopping briefly to marvel at his physique.