(This is my first submission to Literotica or anywhere for that matter. It's part 1 witf more to follow. Thanks for reading!)
Nick slowly pulled his s.u.v. into the parking space and gave a sad smile as he looked up at the sign that proudly announced who the distinguished spot was reserved for, "Head Coach Nicholas Fox." He began his career here, working his way up the ladder from assistant to the head coaching position in less than 3 years. When he took the top spot 5 years ago, the team was in the worst loosing slump of the University's history, but Nick stepped in and began to spend a lot of time building their confidence and getting them in top physical shape. Within 2 years they had a winning season, and last year they won their division title. Nick smiled at the trophy prominently displayed in the large glass case as he made his way into the coliseum. It seemed quiet today. The players were in their required directed studies classes and he was grateful for the privacy. His fingers nervously ran through his hair and he sighed, wondering how to break the news to the team. They were going to be so disappointed. They had made so much progress over the last few years, and now he felt like he was deserting them.
Coach Fox sat in his chair, drumming his fingers on the lavish mahogany wood, lost in thought when a voice broke his concentration, "Hi Coach." He looked up and saw a female from standing in the doorway, sunlight from the windows silhouetting her curves. He just nodded, "Oh, hello Angel..."
"You seem down today? What's up? The kid from Memphis didn't commit?" She gave him her best smile, hoping to see his flirty grin that she loved so much, but to no avail.
"No, Jeremy will be coming for a visit tomorrow. Hopefully we can persuade him to join us then." His fingers ran through his hair again, a move that was reserved for really stressful situations. She'd only seen him do it when they were more than 10 points behind in a game.
"OK...well if you wanna talk about it, I'll be downstairs. Someone wore their street shoes in and left scuff marks all over the hardwood. I gotta clean it off. Lucky me, huh?" With that she turned and disappeared.
Not even the thoughts of the cute little blonde was enough to distract him today. Oh, she was sexy alright, the way she pranced around in her tight little gym shorts and baby t's. It was usually enough to give him a good stiffy within only a few seconds of looking at her. She never wore a bra and her nipples seemed to have a constant hard on, pressing and straining through the thin fabric of her little top. Nick shook his head and sighed heavily as his attentions were brought back to the issue at hand, how to tell his team that he just accepted the head coaching job of their arch rivals.
The large windows in the head coach's office overlooked the gymnasium floor. It allowed him to watch practice from above and get the whole picture, something he seldom did. He enjoyed being part of the action, not sitting high in his roost. He stood at the window, lamenting over the good times and victories he'd accomplished here as something caught his eye. It was Angel, on all fours, scrubbing a spot on the floor. Her ass was facing him and he couldn't help but smile as his eyes traveled around that perfectly shaped heart and the little arch in the middle. A painful throb made him moan as the blood pulsed into his cock. She was one victory he never allowed himself to pursue. She was a student, a hot one, but a student none the less.
Her ass wiggled as she struggled to remove the big black streak that stained across the shiny, otherwise, flawless floor. "Dammit! If I find out who did this, I'm gonna make them pay!" Angel had been a manager for the basketball team for almost a year. She had gotten the job as student manager just after she began grad school, and was thrilled to get to meet the team, and especially Coach Fox. She could remember watching him as a player when her dad would bring her to the games as a kid. She always thought he was the "cutest" player on the team. Her dad had even bought her a jersey that he wore during the game to have as a souvenir. She still had it, in fact, she wore it to bed most of the time. A fact that got her teased by the other girls in the dorm. But she didn't care, she'd slip it on and try to remember his smell from when she first got it, and slip into bed. Her thoughts would turn to how it would feel to have him touching her body and soon her hand would travel down to play with her little female flower every time. Living in the dorm didn't offer much privacy, but she always found time to pleasure herself.. It was something she had been doing since she was a child.
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It was poker and beer night at the dorm. All the girls got together one night a week just to talk and laugh. Angel made her way down to the rec room, wine coolers in hand, and greeted everyone with her signature flirty smile. They all giggled at her choice of attire, the infamous Nicholas Fox jersey. Michelle, one of her dearest friends teased, "Oh God...not that ole thing again! We have to look at that every time we play poker, ya know?"
The girls all laughed in unison and Angel just grinned, "Yeah...well...it's my favorite shirt. What can I say?"
"Well you can "say" what all those fantasies are that you write about all the time! Inquiring minds want to know!" Michelle grinned as the girls tuned in to hear what their resident advisor had to say.
"Oh no, those are my private thoughts. I'm not handing over anything that juicy to you guys!" She giggled as she handed Michelle a wine cooler, "Here I know you love them. Just don't tell anyone your resident advisor is giving you alcohol ok?"
Michelle grabbed to bottle and opened it quickly, "Are you kidding? And lose all the privileges of having a cool RA? No way!"
The room was getting a little overcrowded. Usually some of the girls had dates or studying to do, and the turnout had never been this good. One girl bumped into Michelle, making her spill the wine cooler all over her sleep shirt, "Shit! Angel, it's too crowded in here. I know...why don't we sneak into the gym! There's lots of room over there!?
"No way! I spent an HOUR cleaning that stupid floor today. I don't want to have to do it again." She smiled at Michelle and playfully poked her in the ribs, "Now behave and drink your wine cooler."
The other girls chimed in one by one, "Come on Angel...no one will know....and we'll be nice...promise..."
She looked around at all the hopeful faces and giggled, they had been good all year, and with finals coming up, she didn't really have much to loose, "Ok ok ok....but only for a little while. And DON'T mess with anything, got it?"
Giddy with excitement over doing something completely foolish, they hopped up and ran out the door. Michelle grabbed a deck of cards and they headed for the coliseum. It was quite a sight, the lot of them running across campus in their pj's. Some were in jogging pants and tank tops, others were in just their sleep shirts. They had to be careful not to let campus security catch them as they made their way to the back of the gymnasium where Angel knew the back door would be ajar. It was against NCAA rules for players to practice outside the set schedule, but the door was always left open, just in case some wanted to "wander in" for a little extra court time.
The place was completely dark, almost spooky, as they made their way inside. Angel made sure to close the back door so no one would walk in on their little gathering. She made her way up the back stairs to the lighting booth and flipped on a couple of the over head lights. She heard the girls start running across the hardwood yelling and giggling, "Ok guys...we have to keep it down. Remember, we're not TRYING to get caught here." She giggled and headed back downstairs.
They sat in a circle in the middle of the floor as Michelle announced they would be playing strip poker. She looked around at some of the horrified faces and teased, "OK...who's in?"
"What? Are you crazy? Count me OUT!" Amy couldn't believe what her roommate was suggesting. "I can't believe you would even CONSIDER taking your clothes off in public!" She was a sweet conservative girl, and most assuredly, still a virgin.
A few more declined the offer as Michelle dealt the cards. Angel wasn't sure she wanted to do this, but who would ever know? She accepted her hand and the games began. Michelle leaned over and whispered in her ear with a sly grin, "Ya know Angel, you only have to loose ONE hand and you'll be left with just your panties! And we all know what a terrible poker player you are!"
Angel looked down at her hand and smiled, "I know! Now shut up and play!" Her tell tale Cheshire cat grin played on her lips as she arranged the cards. She knew no one would beat 3 of a kind. Sure enough, she won that hand and took great pleasure in teasing the others, "Ok girls...take it off!"
The next hand however, she wasn't so lucky. Michelle somehow ended up with 2 aces and she just grinned as Angel stood up, slowly pulling her favorite jersey over her head. Her long blonde hair came down and barely covered her breasts. The white lace material of her thongs were a stark contrast to her deep tanned skin and the girls just giggled as Michelle smacked her on the ass playfully, "Woohoo! We all knew you were kinky. But damn girl, who did you think would be seein' your panties tonight?"
Angel felt the blush rush into her cheeks as she sat back down and picked up her next hand. Her grin returned as she looked at her hand, it was a straight! No one would beat that, she just knew it.
Michelle grinned as she looked over at her best friend, "So, whatcha got Angel?"
She laid her cards down with a happy smile, "A straight! Beat that!"
"HA! I got a straight FLUSH!" One of the freshman girls called out with a giggle. "I believe that beats your puny little hand any day of the week."
A sick feeling ran through Angel as she looked around, this was the opportunity the girls had waited for, a chance to humiliate their RA. "I'm NOT taking off my panties, you guys!"
"Ha! Angel's afraid to show us her poonie! Come on...shaved or not shaved? Inquiring minds wanna know!" Michelle couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. She knew how easily Angel was embarrassed.
The only source of modesty she had left were those bearely there panties and she made no effort to remove them. Michelle looked around the circle and winked at the others, "ok...well...we'll let you keep them on with ONE condition."
Dreading the answer, Angel asked, "What?"
"Well...you have to let us read your stories. We have been dying to know what twisted little fantasies run through your head, especially the ones with Coach Fox!"
"NO! No way! I'm NOT letting you guys read those."
"Ok...then...you have to tell us about ONE of them. And no sweet romantic stuff...we want naughty!" Michelle grinned and the whole group burst into the giggles.
