A Lonely Coach

I was standing on the stage of The Voice, the reality singing competition I was competing on. Next to me was the host, Carson Daly, and next to him was Tyler Ambrose, my current competitor.

We had both just sung "Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top and we were waiting for our coach, Kelsea Ballerini, to decide who was the winner of our battle.

Kelsea had just finished talking about our performance and said, "The winner of this battle is," before pausing as we all waited.

A million thoughts ran through my mind. Would I really retire from music if I wasn't picked? Was there a chance that I did good enough that one of the other coaches would steal me? I had slept with Kelsea the night before. Did that mean anything? Was she thinking about that as she made her decision? Would she want it again if I made it to the next round? Or was there any chance I would have with her if I didn't make it? Sleeping again with Kelsea would be a hell of a consolation prize.

"Kelsea, I know it's hard, but we need an answer," Carson said, trying to move the show along.

"I know! It's just so hard," Kelsea said. "OK. The winner of this battle is Gunnar Hooper."

That's my name! I had a shocked look on my face as everybody cheered and I thanked Kelsea for the opportunity. I was quickly ushered off the stage for the cameras to catch my immediate reaction and the other coaches would have a chance to steal Tyler before he said goodbye.

Unfortunately, Tyler wasn't stolen. He came walking backstage and I came up to him, shaking his hand and telling him to keep his head up high. As we hugged, he said, "I guess that's what happens when you sleep with the coach."

How the hell did he know? Before I could say anything, Tyler walked away and the producers were pushing me to the dressing room for me to change and get out of there. I wanted to ask Kelsea about it but didn't think I would have a chance that day.

Instead, Kelsea called me later that night. After I answered, she said, "Congratulations again. You really did deserve it."

"Thank you. It was nerve-wrecking being up there and waiting," I said.

"I bet! I'm sorry it took so long. There was just a lot going on," she said.

"Like Tyler knowing we slept with each other?" I asked off-hand.

"Oh, he knew too? Ugh, that's annoying," she responded back.

"What do you mean too? Who else knows?" I asked, starting to get confused.

"I guess you deserve to know, Gunnar. I should have told you first thing this morning," Kelsea said.

"Know what?" I asked, starting to wonder if I was being set up for something.

"It's so stupid and I'm not happy about it. But, one of the producers saw you at my hotel yesterday, started asking some questions and found out you were in my room. He must have paid off my security guard, who must have heard us, because he knew we slept together," she said.

"So? We're both consenting adults," I said.

"I know and you're right. But, they don't want it to seem like I am favoring you. And, trust me, I didn't. You really did deserve to win today. But, they have still told me that I shouldn't keep sleeping with you," Kelsea said. "And I really have no idea how Tyler found out and I'm truly sorry to you that he did."

I guess that did make sense. "Oh," I said. "Not that I really did care if he knew. I was more just curious."

"Also, unless you say no and you want to stop, them telling me that isn't going to stop me from wanting to again and soon. It's kinda ridiculous for them to try to run my life, especially when this shit happens all the time," I heard Kelsea say on the other side of the line.

"I definitely wouldn't complain about doing it again," I told her, making Kelsea giggle.

"Oh yeah? What do you want to do to me?" She asked.

"Everything. Make you moan and cum. Pleasure you in different positions. I want you to never forget me," I said.

"Fuck, Gunnar. Yes, I want that," Kelsea said.

"I want to run my hands all over your hot body. Feel your breasts and your tits. Lick your pussy," I told her.

"God, you're making me wet," Kelsea breathed.

"Good. Too bad I'm not there to touch you. You looked so fucking hot tonight. I was wishing you could come to the dressing room. Let me push you up against the door, kiss your neck, and slide my hand into your pants," I said.

"Yes, I want that," she said.

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked my blonde-haired coach.

Kelsea paused on the other side and I wondered if I want to far. Instead, Kelsea said, "Yes. Do you want to see?"

I told her yes, hoping for another invite to her hotel room. Instead, I heard my phone beep and saw Kelsea requesting a video call. I quickly accepted it and saw Kelsea laying on her couch in her hotel suite.

"Hi there," Kelsea said with a smile, her blonde hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. "Are you ready to see what you're doing to me?"

I told her I was and Kelsea flipped the camera around to show me that she was wearing a set of tan sweats, but she had pulled the pants down to her knees. I could just see a pink thong as she moved her phone down, holding it up above her wet, clean-shaven pussy.

Kelsea was running her finger up and down her slit as she said, "So, what were you saying about sliding your hand down my pants?"

"Yes, I want to rub your pussy, spreading your wetness around. I'll continue to kiss your neck as I slide my finger inside you, and grab your breast at the same time," I said as I watched Kelsea rubbing her pussy.

"Oh Gunnar," Kelsea moaned. "Like this?"

Kelsea pushed her finger past her pussy lips and inserted it inside herself. "Yes," I said as I watched it disappear. "And I am going to finger you as you moan next to me until you beg for more."

"What more?" Kelsea asked as she started to pull her finger in and out of her pussy.

"I'm gonna tell you that after you cum in my hand, I'm going to bend you over, and slide my thick cock into you," I said, having to undo the buttons of the jeans I was wearing to relieve some pressure as I grew hard.

"Yes, please," Kelsea said, continuing to finger herself.

"Your pants and underwear will be around your ankles as I put my hands on your hips and start to fuck your. I'll have to put my hand on your mouth to keep you from moaning too loudly," I said.

"What are you going to do with your other hand? What are you doing with it now?" She asked, her finger moving in and out of her.

"I'll use it to grab that nice ass of yours. Maybe slide it up your shirt and pinch your nipples. I might just smack your ass with it too," I told her, listening to her lightly moan as she touched herself. "Do you want to see what I'm doing?"

"Yes," Kelsea breathed out and I flipped my camera around, showing Kelsea my hard, seven-inch-long cock. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started to stroke myself up and down. "Oh yes, Gunnar. Stroke that big cock of yours."

"I wish your lips were around it," I told her as we masturbated together.

"Me too. I want it down my throat," Kelsea said, pulling her finger out of her pussy and using it to rub her clit

"Oh yeah? Are you going to swallow my cum?" I asked the thirty-one year old country music singer.

"I'll swallow your cum. Or you can cover my face. Or my tits. I'll take it wherever you want," Kelsea said, using two fingers to put pressure on her clit.

"What about in your ass?" I asked her.

"Get me drunk enough and it's yours," she moaned, starting to slowly buck her hips up and down.

"Good to know," I said, rubbing my cock up and down.

"Are you going to cum in my pussy in the dressing room?" Kelsea asked, her dirty talk inching me closer to an orgasm.

"Yes, I will. Push you up tight against the door as I pull your body close to me, pushing my cock deep into you as I cum and fill you with my seed," I said.

"Oh, Gunnar, fuck, I'm so close," Kelsea moaned.

"Cum for me, Kelsea. I'm close to. Just wish it was going inside you," I said.

"Oh yes, fuck, oh my God!" Kelsea moaned as I watched her legs clamp shut around her hand, and her body tense up as she orgasmed.

As I watched her body relax and her legs open back up, Kelsea pulled her hand away, holding it up to the phone to show me how wet it was. I kept rubbing my cock up and down as Kelsea flipped her camera back around but holding it up high enough that I could watch as she pulled her sweater up and over her breasts, exposing them to me.

She grabbed and squeezed her breasts with her free hand, using her fingers to pinch and rub her nipples, all while she kept begging me to cum for her. When I finally did, Kelsea giggled as the cum shot out, nearly hitting my phone.

"God, that was almost like it was coming right for my face," she said.

"Next time, it will be," I said.

"So, what song do you want to sing next?" She asked, making us both laugh as I flipped my camera back around to show my face and we continued our conversation for another hour before Kelsea had to go.

The next round of The Voice was called the Knockout stage. Similar to the battle round, Kelsea would be pairing up her team to sing for her, and she would choose a winner. But, this time, there would be three of us, we were all choosing our own songs, and singing them individually.

The producers of the show did give us a list of songs to pick from and, with Kelsea's help, I decided to sing "Amarillo by Morning" by George Strait, to showcase my country music skills.

The week before they filmed the knockouts, we again had a training session with Kelsea. A lot like the first time, we each sung our song for her, she gave some feedback, we would sing different parts until she liked what she heard, and so on. Our session was in the late morning and as it ended, I heard one of the producers tell Kelsea, "See you in a few hours for the next one."

As I put my guitar away, I kept my eyes on Kelsea, waited until she was alone, and walked up to her. "So, next session isn't for a few hours?" I asked her, almost in a whisper.

"Nope," she said back, looking down at her phone.

"Got any lunch plans?" I asked.

"I do now. Meet me outside by the trailers in five minutes" she said.

Ever since our little mutual phone masturbation session following the last round, Kelsea and I had kept up a steady stream of texting every day and calling when we could. We had talked about how to hook up again and me asking if she had any lunch plans and her telling me to meet her outside was our little plan to know if we could that day.

I went to pick up my guitar case and took it outside to my car. I waited the five minutes she asked before I walked around to the backside of the building where we filmed the training sessions. Kelsea's trailer was one of four back there, the only one being used that day and she was standing outside it when I walked around the corner.

"I had to pay off the security guard to give us some time. But he can only promise thirty minutes," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug.

I returned the hug and said, "I can do a lot in thirty minutes."

She leaned up to kiss me as we walked to her trailer and she said, "Yeah, like sit back while I blow you."

We walked inside the trailer, kissing as we went, and Kelsea had me sit down on the couch. I took off the cowboy hat I had been wearing, sitting it next to me, as I looked up at Kelsea.

That day, Kelsea had her long blonde hair hanging loose around her head, with some of it following over her left shoulder. She was dressed super comfortable, wearing a off-white long-sleeve shirt and a pair of black leggings. She had already kicked the sandals she had been wearing off.

She first climbed up on the couch on top of me, pressing her body into mine, and we continued to kiss. As I moved my hands to her butt and squeezed, she started to roll her hips back and forth, grinding our groins together.

Making out together, Kelsea pushed her tongue into my mouth and it swirled around mine. I was rapidly growing hard as we kissed, I squeezed her ass, and could feel her groin through the thin fabric of her leggings.

When she could feel my hard cock through her leggings, Kelsea ended the kiss and said, "As much as I enjoy kissing you, we do need to speed this along."

I didn't complain as Kelsea got off me and kelt on the floor in front of me. She started to unbutton my jeans and I lifted my hips off the couch as she pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of my seven-inch-long, thick cock and rubbed it up and down.

She stuck her tongue out and swirled it around my tip before she made eye contact with me, wrapped her mouth around my tip, and slid her mouth down my shaft. She started to bob her head up and down, her hand following it, taking my full seven inches down her throat every time.

I put my hand on the back of her head and helped to guide her up and down, putting a slight amount of pressure on it or keeping her all the way down for a few seconds before letting her back up again.

"Fuck, Kelsea, you're amazing. It was hard to concentrate on what you were saying today because I just kept imagining what your face would look like covered in my cum," I told her as she blew me.

I leaned my head back on the couch as Kelsea slid her mouth up and down my cock. She reached up with her free hand and lightly gripped my balls, squeezing them as her hand and mouth went up and down my shaft.

"Fuck," I moaned again as Kelsea took me out of her mouth and used her tongue to lick up and down my shaft, following right along with her hand.

She looked at me with her green eyes and said, "Better hurry if you want to cover my face because I'm going to need time to clean it off. Otherwise, I'm just going to have to swallow your cum."

She swirled her tongue around my tip again, her hand going up and down the full length of my shaft, and continued to squeeze my balls. "I'm close. So close. Seeing your tits might help," I said, slowly raising and lowering my hips.

Kelsea smiled a knowing smile as she let go of my balls and used her hand to pull her shirt up and her bra down, exposing her A-cup-sized breasts to me. She giggled and said, "Really? These small things will make you cum?"

"Fuck yes," I said, eyeing them as Kelsea took me back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down my shaft. I reached down with my hand and squeezed her breasts, one at a time, wanting the soft flesh in my hands. "They're perfect."

"Fuck, Kels, I'm so close. I'm right there," I moaned out, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

She took me out of mouth again and was using her hand to jack me off. "Come on, baby, cum for me. Cover my face," she said. "Do it and maybe I'll send you a little gift tonight."

I felt my orgasm coming and moaned as the first rope of cum shot out. I opened my eyes to see Kelsea's face right next to my cock and she was moving my cock from side-to-side as she pumped the cum out and coated her face with it. As I finished, Kelsea used the tip of my cock to rub the cum all over her face until most of it was coated. She smiled and moaned as she let go of my cock after licking the tip.

"So, how does it look?" Kelsea asked, sitting back on her heels as I breathed deeply on the couch.

"As beautiful as ever," I said.

Kelsea giggled and said, "You better get out of here before the security guard comes back."

We both stood up and I started to pull up my boxers and pants. Kelsea pulled down her bra and shirt and watched as I got dressed. I finally asked her, "So, are you going to keep that on your face?"

"Don't worry about it," she said, licking her lips clean so she could kiss my cheek. She lead me to the door, made sure nobody was out there, and shut it behind me after I walked out.

Later that night, as I laid in bed, my phone went off with a notification from Kelsea. I opened up my message app to see a few pictures from her. The first must have been taken right after I left, as her face was still covered in my cum. The second was a full body shot, completely nude. The third was a video of her using her tongue and fingers to wipe my cum off her face. She also sent a message that said, "For your eyes only."

The next week was the day we recorded our knockout round. I was one of the lasts ones to go and was immediately distracted by Kelsea as soon as I walked out into stage.

She had her long blonde hair loose and down, but covered with a black cowboy hat. But her outfit...oh my God. She was wearing a black spaghetti-string tanktop with white rhinestones all over it. Her breasts were being pushed up and together, looking a lot bigger then her regular A-cup size. There was a zipper that ran up the middle of the tank top. Around her waist was a black skirt, made out leather, that ended mid-thigh. There was a little upside down V cut out on one side of the skirt and around the top and the other side was circle and plus sign design. She finished off the outfit with knee-high black boots.

I thought I did a great job singing the song I had chosen. The other three coaches on the show gave me some pretty good praise and since I was the first of three to perform, I was sitting on the side with my head held high. After the other two sang, all three of us came back on the stage and Kelsea told us what she thought about the songs and how we sung them.

I had my guitar slung behind my back, watching and listening to Kelsea intently as she talked, hoping and praying she picked me to continue in the show. After a few minutes of talking, she said, "Carson, the winner of this knockout is Alexis Banks."

Shit. That wasn't my name.

I looked over at Kelsea who mouthed "I'm sorry," to me. I smiled at her as Carson asked if there was anything I wanted to say and reminded the other coaches that I was available to steal.

As he held the microphone up to my mouth, I said, "I just want to thank Kelsea for this opportunity. I've really appreciated it. Thank you."

As I walked off the stage, Kelsea got out of her chair and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry, Gunnar. Don't go too far tonight; I want to make it up to you. I'll be yours, all night."

I told her I couldn't wait as I waved to the other coaches and the crowd, and walked off the stage. I wasn't sure where I should wait for Kelsea, either at her trailer or in my car. Both didn't seem like the correct answer. I also wasn't sure how long I would have to wait for. As I thought about what to do, I received a text from her that said, "I really am so sorry. If you can, head back to my hotel. I've already alerted the security there to let you in. I should only be a few more hours and I promise I'll make it up to you. Are you mad at me? Do you hate me?"

"Of course not. Just do one thing for me tonight, please?" I texted her back. When she asked what it was and that she would do anything, I said, "Don't change your clothes."

I drove over to where her hotel was and made it through both sets of guards and was let into her hotel suite. I sat down on the couch and started to browse my phone, wondering how long it would be but excited to spend at least one more night with Kelsea. I know I had said that I was going to retire if I didn't win the Voice, but, honestly, I was having second thoughts about it as I waited. Especially it it could potentially lead to more moments with Kelsea.

She was right on the money when she said it would only be a few hours, as I heard the door opening and looked up to see her walking through it, thanking the security guard as she did so. She had on a long, black overcoat and I was curious if she had to change. I got up from the couch and met her just inside to give her a hug.

As she wrapped her arms around my neck and mine went around her waist, she rested her head on my shoulder and said, "I'm so sorry, Gunnar. I feel like I ruined your dreams."