We had practice the day after my encounter with Michelle. Despite a little nerves on my part, everything went smoothly, though there seemed to be a little more whispering and laughing among the girls than usual.
Afterwards, I was in my office anxiously trying to focus on paperwork. When I heard a knock, I jumped, and turned rapidly around, surprised to see Eylani standing in the door, looking nearly as nervous as I did. She was our third baseman, a short, curvy Latina girl, with coffee skin, green eyes, and curly black hair she usually kept up in a bun.
"Hey coach," she said, giving a little wave.
I gulped, and returned the gesture. "What's up?"
She stepped forward hesitantly, and sat down on the old couch I kept in my office. "Well," she said, looking at the ground, "I was asking Michelle about something, and she said you might be able to help me with it."
At this point, I was mildly panicked. Eylani had always seemed shy around me and the other girls. I wasn't sure what Michelle had told her, but it seemed unlikely to me that this girl was now about to ask me to fuck her. I had to play things cool. "I can't promise anything, Eylani, but I will help if I can. What's the issue?"
"Well," she said, still looking at the ground, "it's my boyfriend."
I was calming down a bit. Clearly, there was nothing sexual here. She had been talking to Michelle, and Michelle had suggested I could offer some kind of male perspective on her relationship trouble. I tried my best to look comforting. "What about him?"
She bit her lip. "Well, we've been together for a while, but..." she hesitated, picking at the corner of her sleeve.
"What is it, Eylani? You can tell me."
"Well, things are good, but he says I'm not very good at..." she was blushing, and struggled to say the last word. Eventually it came out, nearly as a whisper: "blowjobs."
I coughed, and she jumped up, blushing, red pushing through her tan complexion. "Sorry! I knew this was a dumb idea! Just forget I said anything."
I reached out a hand, trying to recover my composure. "No, you're alright! I was just surprised. Here, sit down, and let's talk."
She looked relieved, and sat back down, looking painfully uncomfortable. "I'm just so embarrassed! He's been with a bunch of other girls, and he's always telling me how much better they were than I am. It really hurts. And any time I try and practice, he just tells me how terrible I am."
"Does he tell you what he likes?"
She shook her head. "He says he doesn't know how to suck dick cause he's 'not a fag'. And nothing I try seems to make him happy."
I took a deep breath. "Eylani, that's terrible. No one should make you feel like that."
She looked up at me, a faint smile on her face. "That's exactly what Michelle said."
I returned her smile. "He shouldn't belittle you, period. And how can he expect you to get better if he doesn't explain what he wants?"
She smiled wider, looking at me. "Exactly! It's like you always say, 'You can't get better if you don't know what you're doing wrong!'"
I was beginning to see where this was going. She continued: "Michelle reminded me of how helpful and patient you are when you're teaching us how to do things at practice, and I thought, well, maybe you could talk me through this, too."
I shuffled in my chair, trying to keep my eyes off of her large breasts pushing through her uniform. "Um, sure, I could try that. What do you do right now?"
She bit her lip and looked away again, obviously embarrassed. "Um, well, right now I kind of put his, y'know, his... thing in my mouth, and just sort of...move it around."
I nodded. "I see. Could you be more specific?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. I sort of try and suck on it, I guess, too."
I tried not to imagine Eylani's big lips around my cock, "trying to suck on it." I failed.
"Um," I said, my dick hardening, "I guess I'm kind of having a hard time visualizing." I looked around the room, and grabbed a pen out of the coffee mug on my desk, then handed it to her. "Could you show me with this?"
She took it gingerly, and held it in her right hand, considering it. "Um, I guess so. It's pretty small, though."
She gently brought it up to her mouth, placing the end of the pen gently on her plump lips. She kissed it gently, then lifted it up slightly, gently sticking out her tongue and running it alongside the bottom of the pen until it ran off the tip. She glanced over at me. "I don't know coach, this doesn't seem very close to the real thing."
I nodded encouragingly, trying to hide my growing erection by leaning forward. "Think of it as a drill! It's not quite the same as the real thing, but I can get a sense of where you're at. Try imagining it's your boyfriend's penis, instead of a pen."
She bit her lip and nodded, then returned her attention to the pen in her hand. Closing her eyes, she sighed, and opened her mouth, gently sliding the plastic cylinder inside her, then closing her lips over it. She held it there for a second, lips pursed around it, then slowly pulled it out entirely. She breathed deeply, then opened her mouth again, moving the pen inside, holding it for a moment with her mouth closed, then pulling it out.
I watched in silence as she gradually relaxed, finding her rhythm with the substitute dick, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
As she continued her simulated blowjob, I took the opportunity to let my eyes wander further than they had in the past. Eylani was almost absurdly curvy, with giant breasts, a thin waist, and an ass that was visible even while she was sitting down. She had to have her uniforms specifically altered to fit over her curves; as a result, they fit her extremely well: her chest pushed the teams logo in front out, but tapered down to hug her stomach, and her pants clung to her legs, showing off not just her ass, but also her large thighs and calves. I watched her suck off the makeshift pen, swaying gently as she did, and fantasized about what she'd look like doing the same to my cock.
Before I knew it, she had opened her eyes, and was looking at me, a vulnerable expression on her face. "What do you think?"
I cleared my throat, unable to admit that I had been staring at her chest more than her mouth. "Um, it looked good to me. I didn't see much wrong."
She sighed, and looked disappointed. "Maybe you can't see it. Maybe it looks fine but feels terrible, and that's why my boyfriend can't explain why it's so bad. I don't know how I'm ever going to learn."
I willed myself from making the obvious comment. "Maybe you could buy a dildo and practice on that?"
She shook her head. "It's a feel problem, coach. I need something real to practice on."
