Coachs Cutie Ch 10

Okay people, this is it. We've reached the 10th and final chapter of Coach's Cutie.

For those of you that have followed along from the beginning, let me just say that you're amazing. I can't stress how much I appreciate you taking the time to read my work, let alone all the extremely kind messages and comments you've written to me. Thank you so much!

I do want to add, that while this particular story is coming to an end, I am purposefully going to leave the door open for a sequel. I don't specifically know when it will get written, but assuming it does, this next story will definitely be branching out into an entirely new direction. I don't want to make any promises though, as I am looking forward to a little bit of a break here :-)

For now though, I hope you enjoy the conclusion to Coach's Cutie...

Coach's Cutie - Chapter 10: The Fantasy Comes True

Me (to Greg as we're both heading off for the day): "Hey, don't forget I have that little going away get together for Kathy, right after work."

Greg: "Oh yeah. Would you be up for coming over to my place after that's done, though?"

Me (after giving my boyfriend a quick kiss): "Yeah, definitely. I'm just gonna make a brief appearance and then I'll text you when I'm on my way. So dinner at your place then?"

Greg (smiling): "Yeah, sure, that sounds great. Hope you have the best day."

Me (opening my car door): "Aw, thanks. You too!"

And with that, Greg and I both head off to work on this beautiful Friday.

As you could probably tell from that exchange, things are pretty good between the two of us after our very eventful evening last night. Although to be honest, we barely even had a chance to talk about Madison, and what it means that my boyfriend finally got to have sex with the 18-year-old student he's coveted for so long. Then again, our mornings together are always pretty rushed, and today was no exception.

There obviously is a ton for us to discuss though, so I'm guessing we'll revisit the whole encounter in a lot more detail tonight. But in general, I really do feel like I'm in a good place with it all. Sure, when Maddie and Greg were having sex last night, I definitely felt left out. I mean, I don't think there's any way you could actually describe what happened last night as a threesome. It was clearly the two of them, with me watching from the sidelines.

On top of that, there was that moment right after Greg came, when he whispered something into Maddie's ear and made her laugh. That didn't make me feel good either. And shit, that reminds me. I had I told myself I was going to ask Greg about that exchange this morning, but I totally forgot! Oh well, I will definitely find out tonight what it is that he said to her, because I'm still so curious to know.

I also told Maddie that I'd give her a call today, just to check in and see how she's doing with everything. Sometimes I get so engrossed in my own thoughts and feelings that I completely forget there's an impressionable, young teenager I really should be looking out for as well. I'd feel so terrible if she ends up getting hurt by any of this in some way. In fact, even with Greg's whole career hypothetically at risk due to this illicit affair, I still feel like I'm most worried about Maddie, and how I don't want us to do anything to scar her.

Okay, so I think I'll give Maddie a call this afternoon on my way to the party. I'll check in with her then, and that way I'll have a sense of how she's doing before Greg and I meet up tonight to discuss everything else. I really was serious last night when I told my boyfriend I'd be up for keeping this relationship with Madison going. But obviously, I think things are going to need to be a little different going forward, compared to how it all went down last night. But Greg definitely seems to understand this, so I'm pretty confident we're going to be able to find a happy balance that works for everybody.

Anyhoo, my day's moving along, but I'm going to be honest, I'm having a lot trouble getting any actual work done. I'm guessing Greg and Maddie are having a similar problem at school right now, but they have the added possibility that they might actually run into each other! I'll be so curious to find out if they had any interactions today, and if so, what they were like.

In the end, my day passes quickly enough, and a bunch of us from the office actually decide to leave a half hour earlier than we normally would, to make sure we can secure enough tables for Kathy's little going away party. It's at this Mexican restaurant nearby, and while we aren't too concerned about the place filling up at 4:30 pm on a Friday, we figured it was a good excuse to get our weekend started early.

Driving over to the restaurant, I give Maddie a call to check in with her like I had planned. And while she does pick up, she lets me know that she's out with her friends and asks if she can give me a call back later. I tell her that of course, that's fine.

I get to the little strip mall where this restaurant is, and a group of us that had all driven over separately head in to grab the tables. Included in this first wave is Kathy, the guest of honor. She's a little older than I am, as she's probably in her late forties. This whole party is because she's leaving the company, and I think she's doing that just so she can move and be closer to her parents, now that they're getting older. She works in a different department than I do, so while I haven't collaborated with her much over the years, she's always come across as perfectly friendly during any interactions we've had.

And while I never would've considered her to be a very rambunctious woman, it seems like today, Kathy is in the mood to party!

Kathy (looking and pointing at a few of us): "Tequila? Tequila? We need to start this little fiesta off with a round of shots!"

I definitely have no intention of getting drunk right now, but I figure I can handle one measly shot, even if tequila isn't my favorite. So I let Kathy know she can count me in.

Out of the 10 people here, I'd say 8 of us agree to take the tequila shooter, and while Kathy does give the two abstainers a little bit of a hard time, she eventually lets it drop.

We're standing up by the main bar of this Mexican restaurant, and the bartender sets up the eight shot glasses before offering us a salt shaker to pass around. So we all do that thing where you lick the V-spot on your hand to get the salt to stick. Next, a small plate of lime wedges gets handed out and we each take one. Finally, we all pick up our shot of tequila and give Kathy a simple "Cheers" before knocking them back. Of course, we go in order where we lick the salt, drink the tequila, and then suck on our lime wedges to finish.

Like I said, tequila definitely isn't my favorite, but I manage to do the whole routine without showing too much disdain.

Anyway, after disposing of my lime rind, I grab a seat at one of our tables. I'm mostly just sitting by myself, but someone had ordered a few pitchers of margaritas for the group, so I happily pour myself a drink from those. I have to say, if I'm going to drink tequila, this is a much better way to do it.

While I'm sitting here alone, I immediately start thinking about Greg and Maddie, and specifically how I want things to be different, if and when the three of us get together again. I think my biggest issue with last night, was that it was too much making love, and not enough having sex. If that makes any sense.

Like it was too emotional, and there were too many intense feelings, mainly from my boyfriend Greg. On top of that, it obviously could've used more people (me obviously), but also just more variety. Like more sexual positions, for example. I mean, the two of them literally just did one single position, missionary, and that was it.

Next time, I would love to watch them start off with some sixty-nining. To see Greg there lying on his back, knowing how much he loves eating pussy, and then to watch Maddie just sit on his face would be so fucking hot. But it would also be really cool to watch Madison give him a blow job! I'd be so curious to see what kind of technique she'd use and whether she'd be all gentle and timid about it, or if she'd be as intense and aggressive about getting after that cock the same way she tries to guard an opposing player when she's playing basketball!

Fuck, that's so exciting to think about. In fact, I would love to just hop up onto that bed next to her so the two of us could suck Greg's dick together, side by side. In fact, if Maddie wanted me to, I could even give her some pointers or show her some of the various techniques I've developed over the years. Like I know for a fact that Greg loves it when I connect my hand to my mouth and create one long sloppy tube to go up and down his shaft. God, I would really enjoy the chance to teach her how to do that!

Holy shit, I can't believe how turned on I'm getting just sitting here by myself at this random Mexican restaurant. It's kind of pathetic how antisocial I'm being right now, but fuck it, who cares.

I take a look down at my drink, and I realize it's almost empty, but in my defense it's been very tasty. Just then, I see my coworker Lester come walking over holding one of our pitchers of margaritas, and he graciously refills my glass without my even asking.

Lester (smiling): "Becca, Becca, Becca... Wasn't sure you'd be showing up for this little shindig."

Me (immediately calling out Lester's bs): "Why didn't you think I'd come? I RSVP'd yes as soon as the invite went out??"

Lester (with a cheesy laugh): "Woah. Down girl. Was just making conversation."

Me (backing off a little): "Thanks for the refill, though."

So Lester can be pretty annoying, but he can also be kind of funny sometimes. And oh yeah, not to sound all full of myself, but he clearly wants to fuck me. He has for some time, but that's something I've simply never had any desire to pursue.

He's not bad looking, but I guess I just find him kind of gross? I mean first off, what the fuck kind of name is Lester?!? I mean, I understand your parents are the ones who name you, but Lester is just such a terrible name. I mean come on, can't he go by Les or something? Les isn't a great name either, but at least it's better than Lester. The name Lester just makes me think of the name Chester, which just makes me think of Chester the Molester. Which I don't even know what that is, but I've heard of it, I can't imagine it's a good thing to be associated with.

Anyhoo, I'm a little surprised because I had assumed Lester was about to sit down and start chatting me up, but instead I see him head off to continue his mission off making sure everyone's margaritas are topped off. That's perfectly fine with me, as it just gives me more time to ponder what's next for Greg, Maddie, and me.

So one thing I did really like about last night is how Greg ended up cumming inside of Maddie. I don't know what it is about that simple act, but I've always found the concept of semen inside of a vagina to be so unbelievably hot. One thing I just don't understand is why some guys actually seem to prefer to pull out right before they cum, and then they shoot their shot all over your stomach? I mean, I guess I understand it from a not wanting to get the girl pregnant standpoint, but otherwise, is there actually some appeal in doing that from the guy's perspective?

I'm pretty sure Greg has never had any desire to pull out like that, as from day one he's always taken the opportunity to finish inside of me whenever he can. Anyway, I would love to watch Greg orgasm while he's lying on his back and Maddie is riding on top of him. I bet she could get all sweaty and red grinding his cock so hard, and then eventually he won't be able to take it anymore and he'll end up shooting his load straight up inside her. Fuck, that would be amazing.

And then once he's done cumming, I could be there to kind of guide Maddie forward, so she could scoot up towards my boyfriend's face. But I'd have her hover over his torso for a bit, so all their combined juices could come dripping out and down onto his hairy chest.

She could even rub herself around, making sure to get every last drop she could into that crevice between his pecs. And then once Maddie's pussy is completely drained, I could have her dismount Greg, and all three of us could sit there admiring the big, sexy mess she just left on him.

Fuck, I'd be so turned on I'd probably start licking the cum up, right then and there! I'd begin by sucking on his dark red nipples, making sure to get them squeaky clean, but then I'd love to lick as much as I could out of that dark forest of hair he has covering the front of his body. But you know what would be the ultimate cherry on the sundae? If Maddie joined in and the two of us started lapping up all that sexy goodness together. Every last drop of it.

That would have to be amazing for Greg to experience. To see his two girls diligently cleaning him up, while he got to lie back and enjoy his post orgasmic bliss.

Mmmmmmm. So hot.

Lester (walking by and interrupting me deep in thought): "A little more margarita, Becca?"

Me (why not, as I'm definitely enjoying this): "Sure, thanks Lester..."

Me (under my breath as he walks away): "...the Molester."

Ha. I crack myself up.

You know, I actually really like this idea of Maddie and me working together as sort of a sexy team. It's no secret that part of the appeal of getting to know Madison, and getting to watch her in this sexual capacity with Greg, is that I can kind of live vicariously through her. As I've mentioned numerous times before, I have a lot of regret over waiting so long to come to grips with my own sexuality. So there's a huge part of me that's jealous of the youth that Maddie has today, and that I completely failed to take advantage of when I was her age.

But that's what makes this concept of Maddie and me working together so appealing. We get to combine the young, flawless body that she still has, with all the ideas, knowledge, and sexual experience that I've gained over the years. And so as a result, together we can become like this sexy dynamic duo!

I mean, how fucking lucky would any man be to get to experience the chance to be with both of us at the same time? Working together as a team!? And who better to bestow this on, than Greg!

Now, I definitely could be putting the cart before the horse here, because as promising as our first couple of experiences with Madison have been, I really have no idea how she'd feel about actually getting involved in a situation where I'm right there next to her. It's totally conceivable that being that close to another female could weird her out, so we'll just have to wait and see.

Oooooh, my phone just vibrated. I reach in to check the message, and it's from Greg.

Greg's text: "how's the party?"

My text back: "it's fine. about to head out. see u soon!"

In response, I get a giant thumbs up emoji back from my boyfriend.

This is good. I'm actually quite excited to share all these sexy thoughts I've been pondering here with Greg, so I think it's definitely time to head out.

I realize I haven't made much of a dent on my most recent refill, and so considering how bad I feel ever wasting anything, I decide to stand up and start speed drinking the rest of it. While I'm doing this, I walk over near the bar and I see Kathy there. I tell her that I'm going to take off, and I wish her good luck on her big move. There's a collection of money to cover the bar bill, so I drop two $20 bills into it. I figure that should more than cover the margaritas and my one shot.

While I'm placing the money into the jar though, I see Lester heading over towards me.

Lester (with a little bit of an accusatory tone): "Where are you going??"

Me: "I'm heading out. It's been fun though, as always."

Lester: "Like hell you are, Becca! First off, you've barely talked to anyone here. Don't think I didn't notice you sitting at that table all by yourself this whole time. But more importantly, we're about to do another shot, and there's no way you're skipping out on that!"

Me (chuckling): "Yeah, I don't think I need another one of those. But thanks anyway."

In all honesty, that's not just a tactic to avoid having to hang around here any longer, as I'm pretty sure I've already had more than I was originally planning on drinking. Suffice to say, I really don't need an extra shot, especially if it's another tequila one.

Lester (clearly trying to goad me into staying): "Come on, Bec. Don't be such a pussy. Stay for the shot... then you can go."

Me (smirking): "Oh please, like you even know what a pussy looks like."

Lester (clearly enjoying this little banter): "Nice one, Becca. That's why I like you. You look like a chick, but you talk like a dude."

I don't know why I'm even engaging this moron in conversation, but I just can't seem to help myself.

Me: "Ew. Is that supposed to be a compliment or something?"

Lester: "Yeah, for sure. It's a good thing. Although there's a little part of me that worries you might be hiding a log in your panties, though."

The fuck? I assume that was a transphobic comment, but that statement was just gross on so many levels. First off, I cannot stand that word he used for women's underwear. But secondly, what the hell kind of way is that to refer to a penis? A log? I've never heard that before and am going to call him out on it.

Me (just fucking with him now): "A log? Like a log of shit?!? Are you accusing me of pooping my pants?"

Lester (laughing): "No, no, no. Not at all. I meant like a flesh log. Like a cock. You know how some people refer to it as their twig and berries? It's like that, except I have a log and two apples."

You see, I told you this guy was super gross. I mean, now he's calling it a flesh log?? Also, it's so lame how he, like 95% of all men on Earth, feels the need to brag about how big his cock is. It's so fucking stupid how guys do that. I mean, isn't it incredible how every single man online has a 7-inch penis, and yet in the real world you hardly ever see one that big? It's shocking, right?!? Ha.

And yet, guys still feel the need to claim that each and every one of them happens to be well above average. It's so stupid and transparent, and yet here we are.

Me (with kind of a disgusted look): "If your balls really are the size of apples, you should definitely get that checked out, because that sounds super cancerous."

Lester (nodding): "Yeah, yeah, that's definitely a good idea. When's your next open appointment so I can have you take a look?"

Well I certainly walked right into that one.

Me (fake laughing): "Ha, ha. Anyway, it's been fun Lester, but I gotta go."

Lester (gently grabbing my arm): "Hold on, Becca. Just stay for this one shot. In fact, if you take the shot of tequila, I'll make you a deal and do my shot Stuntman Style. How about that?"

Me (having no idea what he's talking about): "Who or what is Stuntman Style?"

Lester (looking excited): "Oh you don't know? Oh, you'll like this. You know how you do a normal tequila shot with the salt and the lime and everything?"

Me (skeptically): "Yeah?"

Lester: "Well a Tequila Stuntman uses the same ingredients, but instead, you start off by snorting the salt up your nose, then you drink the tequila, and then you finish by squirting the lime into your own eyes."

What. The. Fuck?

Me (dumbfounded): "Come on. That can't be a real thing. Nobody does that."

Lester (assuredly): "No they really do. There are tons of videos on YouTube of people doing it. I swear."

Me: "Okay, well maybe so, but there's no way in hell I would ever do that."

Lester (correcting me): "No, no, no. Not you. You just have to do a normal tequila shot, but then I'll do mine Stuntman Style. That's the offer."