"This is our last week before the playoffs, and I'm not going to take it easy on you. This isn't regular practice. This is for real. We are going to test you. We need to know that you've got the strength to make the cut."
A collective moan rose from the group of girls in their hockey skirts. The coach stood at the side of the hockey field, overlooking them all. The late-morning sun cast a beautiful light on the girls who stood in front of her. Some of them looked nervous and others looked confident.
It had taken a week of intense practices and matches to get to this point. The coach had made them run drills and they'd trained until the sun went down. Now they were here, a group of 18 and 19 year olds, ready to play for their club and to reach the championship.
"It's my job to make sure you're ready. I'm here for you, no matter what. If you need me, just call." The coach smiled, his voice low and confident, but then his eyes went dark, as he looked right at Caitlynn. She stood in the front row of the girls, looking at her coach with big brown eyes.
Caitlynn had seen men that looked like the coach on TV, men who played sports, but seeing him in the flesh was much better than that. His broad shoulders, strong arms, and hard muscles were right in front of her, and they had an effect on her that she couldn't describe.
They made her weak, made her want to fall into his arms, to press her body against his hard chest and feel him. She knew it wasn't right to feel that way about the coach, he was older than her, but he was a man, and she'd been imagining what it would be like to be in his arms since she first laid eyes on him.
When he spoke to her just before the practice, when he'd touched her shoulder to tell her something, the touch of his hand had made her heart race, and she had felt his strong fingers on her body.
She knew it was wrong, that it wasn't proper for her to think this way about the coach, but he was an attractive older man and she couldn't help it.
His voice had come from deep in his chest, a rich voice that was a little gruff, but still a voice she liked to hear. She loved hearing him talk to her. He had an easy smile, and when she had looked into his eyes, she felt like she could tell him anything.
Her athletic body stirred under his gaze. Her firm breasts seemed to tighten up even more when he looked at her. Her nipples stood at attention and she could feel her legs parting under her skirt, her panties getting damp from the warmth of her desire for him.
When the coach had touched her shoulder and spoken to her, her skin had felt electrified, and when he had smiled at her, she had wanted to touch his body to feel his muscles, to feel his skin.
"Today is important," the coach said, walking slowly across the hockey field, "you need to know that we're not going to let anyone stand in our way. Today I want to see that you are all here because you belong here. It is the last chance you will have to convince me that you deserve to be on this team and out on the field during the next match."
The coach looked around at his team, and then looked at Caitlynn.
"Caitlynn, you're up first. Show us what you've got."
Caitlynn walked to the center of the hockey field, taking off her hoody as she did so. The coach watched her, his eyes roaming over her body, his eyes falling to her breasts, which were like hard apples with a cherry on top.
He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to get his hands on her breasts, to squeeze them, to taste her nipple. He wondered what it would be like to see her on top of him, her perfect breasts bouncing as she rode him. He looked up at her face, seeing her looking back at him, her eyes meeting his. She had big brown eyes that were almost like pools of milk, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss her.
His eyes roamed over her body as she stretched out on the hockey field. He could tell from the way her legs were apart that she wanted him, and he loved the way that she was looking at him. She was looking at him as if she knew what he wanted from her.
He wanted to see her naked body, to feel her hands on him. He knew he was old enough to be her dad, but that only made him more excited. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted her to touch him all over. He wanted to feel her soft hands on his body, his cock getting hard at the thought of her hands on him.
The coach moved to the side of the field, standing next to a goal. He was watching Caitlynn closely. Caitlynn stood up in front of him, looking into his eyes. Her breasts were in front of him and he could smell a whiff of her sweet scent.
She didn't say anything as she moved around the field, getting into position. She had always been good at field hockey, but now, with the coach looking at her, she wanted to show him that she was even better.
Her movements were subtle and fast, she handled the ball up to perfection and the shot on goal was hard and nearly perfect. Nearly, it hit the post. Frustrated she tried again. She picked up a new ball, ran out again, and hit the ball hard, watching it sail into the back of the net.
"Good stuff Caitlynn." The coach clapped his hands. "You've been practicing." He looked into her eyes. "Too bad that first one just missed. You know what that means don't you?"
She shook her head.
"It means you have to keep working at it, and working hard. We'll work on refining your technique during the coming practice sessions." He smiled.
"I can't wait," Caitlynn said, smiling back at him, knowing she would be working with him all week, and she wouldn't mind.
The coach smiled at her, moving to the other side of the field and let the rest have a go. There was another girl named Anna who was a great player. She was strong, fast, and smart. She knew exactly where to hit the ball, and she hit the goal with every single shot. The coach had to admit, she was impressive, but he couldn't help but think of Caitlynn when he was looking at her. He couldn't get his mind off Caitlynn.
"Alright," the coach said, calling the girls into a huddle, "It's time for some team building. We need to make sure we all work as a team, we need to make sure everyone is doing their job. We need to know that you all trust each other, that you know you can rely on one another, that you know you can play as a team. And let's not forget, we do this for fun ladies."
