"Hey, Lisa," he said, "could you stay a minute? I wanta talk to you about that game that's coming up.
"Oh, sure, Coach," she said, smiling and popping her chewing gum.
Lisa was kind of a dingbat, like Bunny, but she had more style. Bunny had almost white-blonde hair, but Lisa's was golden, almost a corn color. She was stacked, too, and made Bunny look like a skinny boy in contrast. Lisa was the tallest of the cheerleaders, a gorgeous rangy girl with long perfect legs. She came from a poor family and was consumed with the ambition to be Somebody.
The other girls wandered off. He noticed that Judy gave him a sharp glance-but, fuck her. He didn't care if she guessed his intentions or not. Lisa did a few more cartwheels and flips, probably showing off for him, and Biff stared lustily at her cute round butt tightly encased in white bikini panties. Flushed and smiling, she ran over to him.
"So, what's up, Coach?" she said. "What did you wanta talk to me about?"
He saw the rigid bumps of her nipples under her tight shirt, the big jiggling globes of her healthy young breasts, and suddenly he couldn't wait to go to his office. He decided to have her right there in the gym. The others were gone for the day, and the janitor didn't work here till late at night. He figured it was safe.
Grinning, he stepped right up to her and said, "Here's what I wanted to talk to you about, kid." He swept her into his crushing embrace and kissed her hard.
Lisa squealed and wriggled out of his grasp. She laughed nervously. "Hey, Coach," she said, "don't kid around."
"I ain't kidding around," said Biff, eyeing her hungrily. "I'm dead serious. I had my eye on you for some time, Lisa. We could have a lotta fun together."
"Fun?" she looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Coach?"
He moved closer and reached out to cup her loose jiggling breasts. Lisa's face flamed. "I mean I'd like to get it on with you," he said, breathing heavily. "I guess that's what you kids call it-getting it on. I'd like to take you to bed."
She gawked at him. "But, Coach! I-I-well, I mean, you're a married man, and I'm a student, and-and-"
"SO what?" said Buff, giving her full tits another squeeze. "I'm a man, and you're a woman, that's all that matters. If we want each other, and nobody knows about it, then where's the hassle? Come on, Lisa, say yes. I really got the hots for you, honey…"
She giggled and shook her head in confusion. She kept popping her gum nervously. She didn't try to take his hands off her breasts, but she didn't move closer, either.
"Aw, gee, Coach," she said at last, "I dunno. I mean, I'm flattered and all that. Everybody thinks you're great. But-well, wow, I could get pregnant. And I got a steady boyfriend-he wouldn't like it. I just don't think I wanta do it, Coach."
These things were true, but what Lisa didn't add was that she found Coach Benson overweight, ugly, and faintly repulsive.
Buff was getting red in the face. "Now, look, sweetie," he said menacingly, "you've had your say, but I don't give a shit about that. I want you. I'm an important guy in this town, and I could make trouble for you if I wanted to. You better think about that."
Lisa studied him carefully. Unlike Judy, she felt no outrage, just cold calculation. He was an important man, all right, but that meant he could help her as well as hinder her. She saw that he meant to have his way-so she might as well take advantage of his lust for her.
"All right, Coach," she said calmly, "let's make a deal. You can force me, of course, but it'd be a lot nicer if I cooperated, right? And I'll cooperate if you'll do something for me."
Biff grinned. He liked her sensible approach. "Okay, kid," he said, "lay it on me, and I'll consider it."
"I want the women's club scholarship," said Lisa, her eyes hard and deliberate. "I want to go to the State University, and I need that money. You get me that scholarship, and I'll do what you want for the rest of the term."
Biff spun it around: he had plenty of pull and could easily get money for his nominees. Lisa wasn't the best scholar, but she was okay, and he could make up a sob story about her poverty. It would work.
"You got it," he said.
Lisa smiled-a smile as cold as ice. She had it made now. She could join her boy friend at the university and work on him till he proposed. She knew just how to do that, too-holding out the temptation of her virginity. She knew men had this absurd thing about virgin brides.
"All right, Coach," she said. "When? Where?"
"Here and now," said Biff. "You got me so hot, I'm almost coming."
Lisa laughed. She got a kick out of seeing the famous Coach Benson drooling over her like a sophomore.
"Right here," said Biff breathlessly, "on this mat… Come on, doll, hurry. I gotta have it quick."
They sank down on the tumbling mat, and Lisa allowed Buff to paw her body. She felt no excitement and didn't want to feel any. To Lisa, men were something to use, not to enjoy. She never let sex overcome her common sense. As Biff thrust his big sweaty hands up under her shirt and cupped her naked breasts, she was plotting how to give him his kicks without sacrificing her virginity. She needed it for more important things.
"Aw, baby, baby," Biff panted, "you got real nice tits."
He pushed her shirt up over her large bra-less breasts and ogled the snowy firm mounds. Her tits weren't as big as Judy's, but they were plenty big enough, the rater flat loose kind that really swung and jiggled.
Lisa grimaced as Biff sunk his wet spitty mouth around her left nipple. He began to suck on it with a loud slurpy sound, tickling it with the tip of his rough tongue. Lisa gave a fake sigh of bliss and stared at the bald spot on top of his head. What a pig, she thought.
She managed to contain her disgust, though. If she was nice to him, she could wheedle a few gifts out of him, a little cash. Lisa's interest picked up. Yes, she really out to give Coach Benson a good time…
"Ummmm," she murmured, "that feels real nice, Coach… But wouldn't you like to look at the rest of me, too?"
Biff let her nipple pop from his mouth. He grinned at her delightedly. She was a hot little number, like Bunny. Shameless, horny, eager… He was going to have a lot of fun with Lisa.
"You bet I would," he said. "Let me get them panties off."
Lisa let him push her skirt up to her waist, then obligingly raised her butt to assist him as he fumbled with her tight white panties.
She grinned shamelessly as she watched the expression on Coach Benson's face. He was looking at her naked body, his eyes practically popping, his slobbery mouth hanging open. Lisa knew she had a nice pussy-boys had told her so. Her little round muff was pure gold, light and lovely, and her narrow slit was a delicate pink.
"Oh, baby," Biff moaned, "I gotta have me some of that."
Lisa stiffened, ready to repel him if he tried to ball her-but that wasn't what he meant. His balding head dipped down between her legs, and she sighed with relief. In fact she wanted to giggle as she felt his mouth and tongue getting busy in her steamy slit. Coach Benson a pussy eater? No would have guessed…
Biff was glad Bunny had taught him all these weird kinds of foreplay. He intended to get this little chick really hot. He sucked in her slim red clit and sucked on it like crazy, making an obscene slurping noise. Lisa writhed and panted beneath him.
"Ooooooh," she squealed, "I love it, Coach Oh, jeez, that's good She let her legs fall open wantonly wide and thrust her moist pussy right into his hot sweaty face. She moaned huskily and wiggled her pelvis as if she were going crazy with lust for him. She felt a vague pleasant sensation as be sucked hotly and loudly on her clit. Someday she might get around to digging sex, but right now she had more important things to do.
Biff smacked his lips and drew back to observe her tiny red clit. It was stiff and moist, poking out from the fluffy golden lips of her mans. He figured she was stimulated but could use a little more arousal, so he dipped his head again and began to lick slowly, teasingly, all around the slick steamy mouth of her little cunt. That maneuver always drove Bunny wild.