In the heat of the afternoon, I watched the players on their last lap round the soccer field. It was my first coaching job looking after a Under-19 Girls High School and I loved every moment of it.
I waited for the last player to come in before dismissing the team, "Great work. I'll see you Friday."
I dragged two big bags across the ground—one filled with equipment and the other with soccer balls—towards the clubhouse. As usual, some of the mothers had stepped out of their cars to watch the session. I acknowledged their presence with a smile and waved them off.
Ala Watts jogged over and grabbed one of the bags. Ala was one of the few friends that I made since moving state two months ago. I knew the height and weight of all my first team players and at 5'5, 108 pounds, Ala was a fair size for an attacking flank player. Being light, she was fast with deft feet; the exact qualities needed for a winger. She had a good future ahead of her despite only being 18.
We shot each other a big grin and walked in silence side by side with our bags in tow. She had such a pretty face—big eyes, drawn lips and a sharp nose. The short walk to the clubhouse was very pleasant. Glancing sideways, I admired her taut bum wrapped in yellowed shorts. We neared the clubhouse to be welcome by silence. The rest of the girls had already left.
"That's strange. Where did everyone go?" I asked.
"It's the first day of the surfing competition. I think half of the team went, Coach."
"Doesn't anyone take a shower anymore?"
Ala laughed and replied, "Not when the competition started an hour ago!"
"You girls should have said something. I would have ended the training earlier. Now I'm responsible for a bunch of sweaty and dirty girls stinking up the beach! What about you?"
"Hmm... I'm not big on a group of boys that would be there."
"I see. Well I can't imagine it being worse than being stuck with an old dude in school.
Ala laughed, "You're not that old! HmmMmm... how old are you anyways?"
"I'm 28," I replied.
"No way! You Asians never look your age," Ala said, giving me the once-over, "I thought you were like 21. In any case, you're still attractive. You've got really boyish features and a great smile."
"Thanks mate," I replied, "You're a sweetie. Need a ride home as usual?"
Ala lived two streets down from me and I had driven her home a couple of times in the past few weeks.
"I don't mind seeing your place," she said, "If that's okay. I don't have anything to do. My parents are away for the weekend so I'll be going home to an empty house."
"Sure." I replied.
Ala got into the front sit of my car and started fiddling with the air-conditioning. She was feeling the heat. Her white sleeveless jersey was soaked with perspiration. Her light blonde pony-tied hair was unkempt and a couple of strands fell over her blue eyes. The yellow shorts went higher up in the car seat. The strong sunlight seemed to dance on the fine blonde hairs on her slim and smooth legs. Ala lifted her arms to tie her hair, baring her creamy white armpits.
"Stop looking at my breasts!" She said playfully, her arms still stretched behind her head.
"I didn't notice," I replied honestly.
"Wha... t? Are you saying I have small breasts? I'll have you know I'm a 34C."
"I was actually checking out your legs," I replied sheepishly, "But thanks for the information."
"You pervert!" She laughed.
"So why did you move state?" She asked.
"Job."
"You know anyone here?"
"Not much." I replied.
I kept my eyes on the road while Ala leaned the seat back enjoying the air-conditioning at full blast. She stretched out and was soon sleeping as I pulled into my lot.
"Sleepyhead," I shook her awake.
We leaned against opposite sides of the lift and shot each other childish cheeky looks. I opened the door to my yellow and white art deco apartment to let Ala in.
"Help yourself to the fridge, I'm going to change," I said.
This being a studio, the bedroom and living area was separated by partition that only went up halfway. Though it was small, the bedroom could still fit a queen-sized bed and that was all that really mattered.
I yanked off my training top and was surprised to find Ala staring over the other side. A decade of professional soccer had given me a hard lean body and a permanent tan. Ala raised an eyebrow, moved closer and stretched an arm over the partition to run a finger down the middle of my hard six-pack.
"Nice," she said.
"Somehow I don't think your daddy would approve." I said deadpanned.
"I was referring to the bed," she laughed, 'the silk sheets look really sensuous."
As she moved backwards, I gave her a grin and stepped out of my track pants.
My expression asked, "What are you going to do now?"
Ala laughed, came forward again, paused dramatically and messed up my choppy brown hair. The sexual tension that had been building the past weeks—at least on my part—was suddenly on overdrive. Ala walked round the partition and found me in my snug sports boxers. She smiled nervously, taking note of my 5'11, 75kg frame.
"You can keep your clothes off. I don't mind at all." She said.
"You know, to be fair, you should have only one item of clothing on." I said sheepishly.
As we stood there face to face, Ala smiled shyly, looked me in the eye and seemed unsure for a moment. Then without a word, she slowly pulled down one side of her shorts, then the other, before sliding her shorts down her smooth and slim legs. My eyes roamed from her ankle to her thighs, drinking in her white legs. The shape of her pussy lips against the fabric made me let out a soft moan.
I gulped and said, "Two more items."
My cock was rock hard. Ala looked at my tented boxers, her eyes filled with lust. She reached to the sides of her jersey and lifted it off. Her creamy round breasts were firmly held in place by a white sports bra. Her nipples were clearly visible against the fabric.
"I don't normally do this but I think you're really hot. Like what you see?" she asked.
"You're gorgeous. One more item." I said.
"Hey I'm already in my bra and panties. I think it's fair." She replied.
I was in dreamland. I walked up to her and kissed her lips soft. We were past playing and started to tongue. I pulled her tight against me and let my hands moved all over her back.
Ala broke the kiss to whisper shyly into my ear, "I've been fantasising about you for so long."
She pushed me against the wall and licked my neck wet. Her hands were all over my hard chest and six-pack. Ala moved her head down to lick my tanned chest. She moaned and licked harder as I lightly thumbed and tweaked her already erect nipples through the cloth.
Ala licked a slow wet line down my six-pack as she dropped to her knees. She stopped at my crotch and looked up as my fingers ran through her blonde hair. Ala peeled my boxers down to one side, exposing my musky six-inch cock and buried her nose in my black pubic hair. She started to lick the sides of my shaft, tasting my musky cock sweat. She trailed her lips the length of my dark Chinese shaft, wetting it completely.
