He backed off momentarily, grabbed the hem of his jersey and stripped it off in one seamless motion. Puffing up his chiseled chest, he stepped toward her, continuing to taunt.
“I don’t think you’ve got it in you, Legs,” he mocked, pushing her with his chest.
Natalie stumbled backward. She had been so distracted by his sculpted body that she lost her footing and fell to the floor. Angry, she buckled her brow and threw the ball at him.
“What’s your problem?” she screamed.
“You’re my problem!” he shouted back, dodging her pitch. “You want to be an all-star, but you aren’t willing to work for it!”
“I am too!” she argued. “I’m in here every day after practice. Maybe if you’d let up a little, I could concentrate!”
“That’s your problem, Legs. You think you need to concentrate. It should feel natural. The ball is just an extension of your hand. Stop fighting it and just shoot!”
Natalie conceded and got back to her feet. She found herself face to face with Coach Brown. He bent down, picked up another ball and shoved it in her gut.
“Go!” he commanded.
Natalie’s fingers gripped the textured skin of the ball, held it close and then she shoved it back. It smacked against his taut abs.
“Let’s see you make it first,” she provoked, staring him right in the eye.
His sexy glare made her nervous. They were nose to nose, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. He wasn’t saying anything.
“Go ahead,” she urged, arching her eyebrow. “I’d like to see you make it. Then I’ll shut up and let you coach me.”
Coach Brown huffed under his breath. Though she couldn’t see his teeth, she knew he was grinding them. She had a feeling his authority had never been challenged before. She casually stepped aside to let him shoot.
“Fine,” he finally groaned, dribbling the ball to prepare his shot.
Those were the words Natalie hoped to hear. The ends of her cute little mouth hitched up and she smirked as she lifted her tank top up and over her head. Standing there in her sports bra, she tossed a glance his way.
“Oh, sorry,” she scoffed, “am I distracting you?”
For a moment, she couldn’t tell if Coach Brown was going to scold her or jump her. She couldn’t quite get a good read on him. But rather than back down, she stood her ground, staring right back at him and waiting for his response.
“That’s what I thought,” she said grabbing the ball from him and holding it under her arm. Part of her hoped he had been given a taste of his own medicine. But the other part of her hoped that he found her as attractive as she found him.
Coach Brown’s eyes made their way across the planes of her barely-there sports bra, around the curves of her waist, to where the ball rested against her hip. Natalie couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her. A soft expression crept across his face, replacing the stern scowl she knew too well.
“If you miss this shot,” she added, “you have to leave me alone and let me practice.”
Natalie didn’t really want him to leave her alone, but she knew that if she wanted to get a few more good shots in, he was going to have to leave. He was too distracting. If he wasn’t making her mad, he was making her swoon. Still, she wasn’t quite sure how he would react to her calling the shots.
She watched as his brow buckled for a second, then released its tension. It seemed he may relinquish to her request. There was a long moment of silence full of tension between them. Then, without warning, he grabbed the ball from her grip and shot it over her head.
Natalie turned just in time to see the ball hit the rim and circle around. And just before it tipped into the net, the ball rolled off the rim and fell to the floor. Coach Brown didn’t make the shot.
“Ha!” she teased, throwing it in his face. Her natural reaction was to place her open palms on his rigid body and shove him playfully.
She suddenly found herself face to face with him, smiling. He broke a smile too, as they stared into each other’s eyes. It was an awkward moment. One of those moments where Natalie realized there was a mutual attraction between them — one where it suddenly became clear that the tension between them was sexual — that they had actually been flirting, not fighting.
“I’ll let you practice,” Coach Brown finally interjected, pulling away.
“But, — ” she started to argue, reaching for his shorts to pull him back. And then it donned on her how taboo the attraction really was and she gave in to her win.
“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.
