I came in from my run around 8. It was 88 degrees out, pretty cool for a Texas August, but still hot enough to get me sweating after my daily jog.
I plugged my phone into my radio, high energy Chopin beginning to pour out of the speakers.
'Ah,' I thought, pulling my sweat drenched clothes off. 'Nothing beats starting the day with classical music.'
I took my shower, fingering myself to climax in the warm stream. I turned down the water, spending an extra few minutes just to cool off.
I got out of my shower, freshly pleasured and clean, and went straight to my favorite spot to lounge around naked; my living room.
I checked my email and social media, spammed out with 'Happy 18th!' messages, then just let my music play as I grabbed a book, lay back, and prepared to do nothing all day...
The sound of keys rattling in the lock woke me up. 'Damn, I fell asleep on the couch again,' I thought as I stood to race to my room to dress. But I was too late.
My track coach, Ryan Dbo, stood in my doorway. 'Dammit!' I thought. I had given him keys to my house because I would fall asleep on the way back from meets, and it's not easy to wake me up. Coach Dbo could just take me home and bring me in with a key.
Instead of running to my room like I had planned, I just stood there, completely naked, watching my coach, older than me by a good 16 years, look me up and down, over and over. I finally came to my senses and grabbed the throw blanket on the sofa, wrapping it around me. That seemed to pull Ryan out of his daze. He looked away, a soft blush crawling across his face. It just made the man even more attractive to me, and I could feel myself getting hot.
"Um, Riley, I just, uh, I just wanted to come over to wish you a happy birthday," he stammered, obviously flustered and seemingly unaware of the ever growing bulge in his pants, which only made me even hotter. "So, how, um, how old are you now?"
"Oh, I turned 18 today," I sighed, still awfully sleepy.
"18, really?" The bulge grew more. He saw me staring and moved his hands down to cover it (rather unsuccessfully, I might add).
"Yeah. I actually just woke up from my nap. So if you'll excuse me, I'll go put, um, something on," I said as I backed out of the room to the hall.
I reached the hall and, once out of sight from the living room, I turned and dashed up to my room. I left the door open, part of me wanting Ryan to follow me, another part praying he wouldn't.
I didn't hear anything, so I assumed my coach didn't follow me. He had me so turned on, I wasn't sure I could have a conversation with him for very long without him noticing it. I lied down on my bed, legs just dangling off the edge. I started playing with my tits, and slowly trailed one hand down to my nether region. I rubbed my clit and slowly put one, then two fingers into my wet pussy. I slowly fingered myself, building up speed slowly. I let out a soft moan as I hit my g-spot.
"God damn, that's so hot," I heard from the hall. With a gasp, I sat up, my head whipping to the direction of the door. I saw Ryan there, his dick in hand, walking into the room.
He saw me staring at his dick, and he smiled a little bit. "Come over here, Riley. Come here like the good little girl you are."
I sat there for minute, transfixed by his huge dick. When he called me again, I slowly got up and walked over to him, his crystal blue gaze holding mine.
Ryan pulled me close to him, his hard cock pressed against my stomach. He bent down slowly to whisper in my ear. "Riley, dear, sweet, innocent Riley. If you wanted my hard, 10 inches inside of you, all you had to do was ask." With that, I felt his tongue on my ear lobe, then felt it travel down my jaw to my neck, then my collarbone to my supple tits. One hand was still pressing me against him, against his throbbing member, while the other had joined his mouth at my chest.
Ryan began to suck on my nipples, making them harder than before. The hand on my back began making little circles on the small of my back, sending a shudder through me.
Slowly, the hand caressing my tits moved down to my clit. I felt his fingers tease my clit, rubbing it again and again, up and down, making little circles with them. I felt myself moan again, not able to contain it.
Ryan's hands went from where they were, to my thighs. He kissed his way to my lips, then lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the kiss, and he carried me over to my bed. He lay me down on the edge, then started to undo his jeans, taking out his full 10 inches. He bent down to give me another kiss, this one rough with desire, his cock stroking my opening. His tongue pressed against my mouth, and I met it with mine. We made out, me laying back, him on top of me, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy, for quite some time before I felt his fingers at my pussy. I gasped when he slipped a finger inside me. He moved it around, feeling my walls. "Damn, Riley. You're so fucking tight," he moaned into my lips. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin?"
