[F4F] Women's teams coach

(Setting: Locker room after training. The girl's soccer team coach is a closet lesbian, and uses her position

to watch other women in secret. She's noticed that one of them in particular is casting long glances around her,

and correctly deduces she's a closet lesbian as well. She's chosen tonight to make use of that knowledge.

While not unkind exactly, she's got a hunger about her that is intimidating to the women on the team.)

"Come along, ladies!" Coach claps her hands as the final group of women leave- all save one.

"I need to lock up soon, it's getting late!" The women all utter variants of 'Night coach' as the door is shut.

"... oh, you're still here?" Coach pretends to only now notice the remaining girl- the one she's kept her eyes on.

"Are you almost done?"

"You didn't shower yet? Oh, that will not do at all!"

"Here, let me- no, no, I don't need to lock just yet."

"Don't make such a fuzz, I can't let you go home unclean!"

"No buts! That shirt is coming off- sit down, I'll help you with it."

They sit down on one of the benches, girl in front of the coach, unsure of herself- feeling that something is off.

"There we go! Already feel a bit lighter, don't you?" The shirt is pulled off, tossed into some corner.

"You worked hard today, didn't you? Built up quite a... sweat." The coach inhales ever so slightly.

"Not working you girls too hard, am I?"

"You're so tense! You really did push yourself!"

"Do you know what you need? A good, vigorous massage."

"No no, it's no bother- you'll thank me once it's over!"

"Now, stop squirming." Coach says it in a slightly harder tone, but only for a moment.

"Your bra is in the way- I'll just unclasp it for you, just relax, dear."

"Mhmm. No need to be shy, it's just us girls here- and there door is locked."

"There. Doesn't that feel better?" Hands on the girls shoulders, coach begins a firm massage down her back.

"Embarrassing? Why?"

"Would it be more comfortable for you if I was naked too?" Coach laughs.

"Hold on, let me just- scoot a bit closer..."

"Much better. Now, let me just... mmmh-mm."

"That feels good, doesn't it? You don't need to think, just... enjoy it."

"Is your boyfriend picking you up?"

"No boyfriend? A pretty girl like you- that's a surprise!"

"Haven't found one yet? Not looked? Or perhaps..."

"You're looking in other places."

Coach is slowly becoming more intense, more hunger in her voice.

"I've seen the way you look at Sarah, dear."

"And Josephine."

"And Emma."

"Don't pretend like you haven't, love. Do you think you were being discreet?"

"Oh, no, no. They've not said anything to me. But I've been watching you, my little minx."

"Mmhff. You're tensing up again- that's no good. Relax...! Your secret is safe with me."

"What secret? Don't play coy with me, dear. You like girls, there's nothing wrong with that."

Coach leans in, whispering into the girls ear.

"I like girls too."

"Pretty, clever little strumpets like you."

"Oh, don't struggle, dear. You don't have to be afraid- just... enjoy it."

"Sarah has a nice ass on her, doesn't she...? You can't take your eyes off it."

"You'd score more goals if you did, you know."

"But you can't help yourself. It's okay. Ssh, ssh, it's natural."

"Just breathe deep... and relax. That's it. No need to shiver so."

"Now, me- I can't tear my eyes from these perky little tits."

"Look at you, minx. Is that the cold, causing your pretty teats to stiffen like that?"

"Or is it me, mhmm? Let me just- oh, goodness, minx. They're as hard as glass!"

"What do you think I'm doing, dear? I'm feeling you up. Don't tell me it doesn't feel... good?"

"My fingers running over your raspberry nipples? Palms cupping your silky smooth skin?"

"Why would you feel shame? Because they're small, dear? Hush, hush now."

"If I had my way, I'd have you topless during the matches. Wouldn't that be something?"

"Your firm breasts bouncing up and down, wouldn't that be a sight?"

"No, of course you couldn't- I'd get in terrible trouble!"

"But maybe... you could go bottomless?"

"You're flushing red, how adorable!"

"... but I mean it. Let me see it, minx. Let me see your gorgeous pussy."

"That's it, dear. No need to feel shame. Just wiggle out of those panties for me."

"Oh, minx, what a good girl you are. You've got such a lovely bush."

"I can't help it- I must run my fingers through it."

"Mmhh-mmhf. Do you like that, dear? My hand in your pubic hair?"

"... do you want more? Do you want me to play with your clit?"

"To run my fingers up and down your slit? I can tell how wet you are, minx."

"I can smell it. Your petite pussy, peeking out from beneath your bush."

"You're too precious, minx. Yes, it's a beautiful pussy. All are."

"What a sultry moan that was, dear! Mmhhm. Let me indulge you...!"

"Can you feel it, love? That single digit toying with your entrance?"

"The thumb on your clit, pressing down, moving ever so slowly?"

"Your labia parted, exposing the pink within?"

"You're breathing hard, love. What's the matter?"

"Do you want to cum?"

"You can't cum until you've promised to play the next game without panties, minx."

"Control yourself, darling. I want to hear you say it- your own words. Well?

"Mmh-mm. Mhhh-mm. There you go. Good girl!"

Coach leans in to whisper, repeating the phrase.

"Good... girl!"

"Hump my hand, minx. Grind against the palm, and the fingers."

"You're so pretty, dear. So pretty. Let me see your face-"

"I want to see your face when you cum."

"Oh, that's it, dear. Look me in the eyes."

"Look me in the eyes as you cum."

"Cum, minx. Cum for me. Cum! CUM!"

The girl cums, breathing hard, ragged gasps.

"You're mine now, love. My little minx."

For the final time, Coach whispers into the girls ear.