Hi, it’s me Nancy again. I love hearing from all of you, so don’t stop writing to me. This next experience I’m writing about is Part 2 of my Road Trip. A little background for this story: It takes place the 1st night of the tournament - about 5 or 6 hours after my blowjob with the black basketball player.
I had gone out to dinner with the other cheerleaders and while eating we noticed that the basketball coach and his assistants were eating at the same place. We thought nothing of it, so after dinner (and faking some IDS for those of us underage gals), we left for a nightclub. We got into the nightclub with little trouble (I applied a lot of make-up to help hide my age - god did I look like a whore). I was in a white button-up blouse, bra, black mini-skirt, thongs, and heels. They simply looked us all over, glanced at the IDs and then waved the whole group of us in. About 30 minutes later, the coach and his assistants showed up. No one thought much of this, but I had been getting the feeling that the coach had been starring at me during dinner, and I was now getting paranoid that he was following me. I dragged Karen into the bathroom and ran my theory past her. She agreed it was possible that the coach learned of my “support” of Percy and that possibly he was looking for some action from me too. I told her she was crazy, but that I would try and find out what was up.
Karen and I left the restroom, she headed out to the dance floor, I back to our table. When I got back, I was alone, as all the other gals had also gone out to the dance floor. I starred at my empty drink cup for a few moments, when a deep masculine voice said, “I here Percy’s doing good.”
My heart jumped into my throat, I looked up and saw the coach looking down at me. He sat down in an empty chair and informed me he knew what went on in the locker room. I started to deny it, but he cut me off and said, “Don’t lie to me girl, I saw you enter and exit the locker room during the game. Cheerleaders don’t belong back there. Plus Percy has told me you give some pretty good head. I like that in a white girl. So how about some for the coach?“
I was shocked, our basketball coach, a tall, well built dark black man (about 6’5 and 225+ lbs), good looking, and married was hitting on me. I also knew I was in deep, not only did I break school rules by entering the boys locker room, hell, I was breaking the law just being in this club (forget the fact I was drinking). I was both nervous and excited, I could feel my nipples getting hard and my panties getting wet, I quickly answered the coach, “Yes”.
With that we were both out the door and catching a cab for the hotel. To avoid any of the faculty members from finding out about us, he gave me the key to his room and told me he would follow me up in about 5 minutes. I entered the lobby as he stood outside smoking. I thought, for only a moment, about going straight to my room - cause I knew if I went to coach’s room, I was going to get fucked. I thought about my boyfriend, but quickly found thoughts of him, replaced by thoughts of just how big the coach was. How thick he was, how experienced he was. This was enough to convince me to go. I quickly rode the elevator up to his room. I slipped inside, making sure no one saw me, and then sat down on the bed to wait for him.