Entering the locker room Molly Indrabooty scanned about looking for Coach Mary Macy. Reaching her office the door was closed so she took the initiative to knock.
After a few minutes Mary Macy opens her door to see Molly standing there in all of her glory. The young Hindi beauty merely looked up at Mary with her big brown eyes awaiting a reply.
"Get in here." Mary steps aside to allow Molly in before shutting her door again.
"Caleb said that you wished to speak with me."
"Yeah? He's a ballsy bastard I'll give him that. Just so you understand me, you were never in my office naked. Understood?"
"I am not here." Molly smirks trying not to giggle.
"Yes, you are. That's some body you have there. Some darn good genes in your family."
Molly looks down at her chest, "I take after my Mother."
"Good for you." Mary wipes her mouth with her palm.
Molly returns her gaze up at Mary without expression. She felt it safer to just let the Coach talk.
"I'm not sure what kind of hold Houser has on you but it's something that can't be overlooked. He left you in quite a mess."
Molly realizes that she meant all of Caleb's cum splatter that was left on her from head to waist.
"Does it offend you?" Molly questions.
Mary Macy frowns, "Let's clean you up."
Going to her desk Mary finds a box of wet wipes and proceeds to wash away the cum spots and trails from their descent. Molly merely watched her hands pausing in certain areas.
"Looks much better." Mary grew nervous.
"I liked the way it was. But, thank you." Molly whispered.
"You just don't strike me as the type to let a kid like Houser treat you this way. What's he got on you?"
Molly tries not to think the worst of Caleb. She would instead defend him.
"Caleb treats me very well. It is my choice to do as I do."
Mary palms Molly's right cheek warmly, "You probably need to get to your next class."
"It is only English Literature. You can write me a note if I am late." Molly continues to appear expressionless.
"I can actually do that." Macy grins.
Hesitantly, Mary Macy lowers her hand to trail her knuckles over Molly's neckline and to her shoulder. The nomadic softness led down Molly's left arm to the elbow. Molly had a rash of goose bumps instantaneously.
"Love your complexion. You're of mixed heritage right?"
"My mother is Caucasian. My father Hindi."
"Right." Mary reaches back up to play with Molly's raven curls. Molly remains well composed.
"Am I spooking you?" Mary senses guilt.
"I am fearless." Molly softly expresses.
"I doubt that. Give the actress an Oscar." Mary chuckles.
Molly tries not to blink as she stares up at her Coach. Mary in turn finds her hands trembling as they drift away from Molly's hair and gravitate in front of Molly's chest.
Mary's eyes drift to Molly's calmly perky tits. She wanted to squeeze them but her nerves were getting the best of her. Ever so slowly Mary began to move in for the kill.
A mere breath away from touching them a loud knock rattled the office door.
"Coach Macy? Can I speak with you?"
Mary grimaced and winked at Molly, "Just as well. I like my job."
Mary quietly turns and opens her door to find April Hines holding her books and fully dressed.
"Have you seen Molly?" She feigns then eyes her friend behind Macy, "Oh there you are. We're going to be late for Lit."