Lounging on the hard plastic bleachers of my high school's gym after school had ended was not exactly the first thing I'd want to do, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made. My girlfriend, Alexa, was currently running through cheer routines with her fellow cheerleaders down on the shiny wood floors, emblazoned with our school's colors and mascot at center court.
As much as I'd prefer to be doing other, far more enjoyable things after classes, there wasn't a complete lack of enjoyment from this high vantage point. The cheer team's workout gear and limber bodies made having to sit bearable.
Normally I'd have gone home while Alexa practiced but she'd asked me earlier today to stick around and give her a ride home, since her normal ride home bailed on her. I wasn't terribly enthused at the prospect but the sensual whispered promise, "I'll make it worth your while," from her sinful lips was reason enough to suck it up. Her teammates being attractive and dressed in tight clothes was just a bonus.
Alexa was currently talking with another girl on the squad waiting for their turn as the squad ran through a series of tumbling drills while the team's coach, Trish Stratus watched intently.
I had an open notebook on my lap and a mechanical pencil in hand but I couldn't have focused on school work even if it wasn't mind numbingly boring. Not when Coach Stratus shrugged off her light jacket to reveal the thin strapped, black tank top beneath that was fighting a constant battle to restrain her round, perky boobs. She was an older woman but time seemed to work differently on her body. Outside of coaching, she owned a yoga studio and was a walking billboard for her own business' effectiveness.
A little earlier this year, a friend of mine had somehow stumbled across some old modeling video of Coach Stratus from back in the day. Some of which were relatively mundane, while others were rather risque, including an oddly erotic series of commercials for a custom table manufacturing company.
Needless to say, I'd enjoyed more than a few fantasies about the beautiful, ageless woman in my days. Her tight body being the reason why I somehow missed Alexa's taking a fall until I heard her cry out.
I stood up as her teammates quickly gathered around and helped the tiny blonde up onto her injured ankle. It didn't appear to be broken but two fellow cheerleaders helped her off the floor and into Coach Stratus' office where the first aid kit was. Before I knew it, my feet had taken me inside and I was standing beside Alexa, helping wrap her ankle up tightly.
"My hero." Alexa jokingly said while rolling her eyes in amusement. Her tight, dark shorts which were already quite short, had climbed higher up the blonde's thick thighs from the workout and was quite distracting while I finished the wrap.
"Good thing you had me stick around. What would you have done without me?" I joked right back, earning a stunning grin from the Ohio native.
Her brilliant blue eyes glittered with sudden glee as Alexa leaned back on Coach Stratus' desk with a challenging grin. "I know one more way you could help me feel better," she breathed out, eyelids fluttering with feigned innocence. A single slim finger moving ever so slowly down her navel and across the front of her black shorts before pressing down firmly at the apex of her core.
The cute moan that escaped Alexa's lips at her own touch was enough to send me into action. If she was willing to get down in her cheer coach's office, why would I say no? Ever since her step mother, Charlotte had introduced herself to our sexual encounters, Alexa always seemed eager to test new boundaries. Who was I to deny this tiny goddess her desire.
"You know-" I started to say while reaching down to grab Alexa's taped ankle, "-you should really elevate your ankle after an injury." Gently placing her foot up on the table and spreading her legs wide. My other hand reaching down to her shorts and pulling the material to the side, exposing the glistening lips of Alexa's pussy to the room. "Much better." I bent down to lick a stripe from the bottom of her weeping cunt to the already throbbing clit peeking out from its hood.
"Oh fuck! Please! I need more!" Alexa cried out desperately into the office. Hips bucking against my mouth as I assaulted her clit for quick bursts before languidly licking around where she wanted it most. There was something about making the beautiful blonde beg for my dick that was so satisfying.
"You want me to fuck you right here in your coach's office? Are you that desperate for my cock princess?" I teased while standing up and sliding my index finger in between her slick lips. Only dipping into her warm entrance briefly to gather more of Alexa's heavenly cream and spreading it around her clit like my finger was skating. "Then prove it." I said right as I pulled my finger away and left her whining, hips squirming for the friction I took away. "Show me how much you want it Lexi. Play with yourself for me."
Alexa whined as she bit her lip and lowered her own hand down to begin shakily circling her own clit, following the path I'd been tracing seconds ago. "Is this good?" She breathed out in a husky, lust filled tone. Her free hand unconsciously finding its way to her heaving breasts and squeezing the soft, perky flesh still hidden beneath her top; a fact I plan on changing soon. "I want to be a good girl for you daddy."
I wasn't exactly surprised the first time Alexa called me daddy considering her father's absenteeism and marrying a woman barely older than his daughter but the dirty talk made my cock twitch in anticipation of being buried in her tight, young pussy. "Take off that shirt and let daddy see those pretty tits of yours."
Just as Alexa pulled her shirt and sports bra off, the sound of the office door opening filled the room and in walked Coach Stratus. "What is happening in here?" She asked in an authoritative tone, hands on her wide hips.
I was a little distracted by Coach Stratus' nipples poking through her top, clearly not wearing any bra and the best answer I could come up with was, "Umm, I'm helping Lexi with her ankle." That may have been the most obvious lie I'd ever said or heard a person say, yet for some reason Coach Stratus wasn't immediately kicking me out and calling the principal.
"Really?" The blonde coach skeptically said. "Has our school really taught you such poor first aid skills?" Neither I nor Alexa knew how to respond. "Oh well... I suppose I'll just have to show you myself."
I'm sure I must have looked a little stupid from the shocked appearance of my face in that moment, still frozen in place between my girlfriend's legs as she lay mostly naked on the coach's own desk. "Wait... What?"
Coach Stratus' eyes darkened with sudden lust and she confidently strutted across the room top stop right behind me. Her right arm snaking around my waist, fingers splaying out over my denim covered crotch and teasing my straining erection. "The best medicine for little Lexi's injury is a good, hard, long cock. I think it's time you give your little girlfriend what she needs. Isn't that right Alexa?"
