I stood outside Coach Lacy Miller's house. It took all my willpower to push the doorbell. She answered the door and invited me in.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked, as Coach Lacy Miller, closed the door behind me.
"Yes, Captain Ashley, I did," answered Coach Miller referring to my new status as captain of the cheerleading squad.
As she smiled down at me, I could not help but look down at the captain's pin on the collar of my uniform.
Coach Miller had been my PE teacher when I was in 7
th
grade and again when I was in 10
th
. I think she is 38, 5'8 and I'd say around one hundred and forty pounds. She has blond hair, which she keeps short and usually in a ponytail. Her arms and legs were toned and lean but not muscular. She has really nice breasts, and like some women, the only extra fat she has is in her butt and hips. She's fit but still very feminine.
I, on the other hand, am nothing special. 5 feet even. I'm about 90 pounds, soaking wet, and I just turned 18 a week ago. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have no fat, anywhere, which is great if you like being a beanpole but bad if you don't have the money to turn your mosquito bite A's into C's or D's. I have a firm ass and I can eat just about anything and stay thin, so I guess that's cool.
I walked in and she closed the door behind me. "Mrs. Jackson, (the school secretary) said you wanted to see me right away?"
Coach smiled, "Yes, but I didn't mean right after practice. I figured we could meet sometime between class or something"
"No time like the present. I mean it's not like it's a long commute." I lived down the block.
"Of course," She said, a hint of nervousness in her voice, "Well, I wanted to show you something and go over a few questions the girls have raised but I need a few minutes. Would you mind waiting in my bedroom?"
"No problem." I looked up the stairs to the second floor and asked, "Which one's yours."
She flinched as though coming out of a daze. "Oh, My room's at the end of the hall." She turned and headed into what looked like the kitchen, as I headed up the stairs. Calling up after me, she said, "I may be a minute, so make yourself at home."
I found her bedroom with no trouble. It was a lovely shade of lavender, my favorite color. There was a large, old-style, four-poster bed in the middle of the back wall with an army of stuffed animals on it. In one corner of the room was a full home entertainment system with a computer set up in it. The windows all had lovely window dressings that match either the walls or the tan carpet.
I'm nosey by nature and she had said to make myself at home, so I started going through stuff. I found her walk-in closet, and her family photo albums, which contained no pictures of a husband or boyfriend. I found her panty drawer. It had numerous sports bras and clean pink panties in it. Along with undergarments I also found a nice-sized vibrator and a bottle of lubricant. No wonder she didn't have a boyfriend. With this thing why would she need one?
The last thing I found was the master bath and just in time too, because by that point I really had to go. I continued my snooping in there as well and was rewarded by finding Coach Miller's clothing hamper. I opened it and discovered, right there on top, a pair of recently soiled panties. They were calling me. I picked them up with trembling fingers and brought them to my nose. They were ripe with the scent of her womanhood. I pressed them to my face and took in every last whiff of Coach Miller I could.
I was brought back from my nasal orgasm by the sound of Coach's voice, "Ashley, where are you?"
"I'm in here," I said quickly putting the panties back where I had found them. I then washed my hands, flushed the toilet, and made sure I didn't have any panty lint on my nose.
Returning to her bedroom I noticed Coach hadn't changed. She was still wearing the tracksuit she had been wearing when I walked in, but now it was open to reveal that she was only wearing a sports bra beneath it. The bra was snug fitting around her breasts and it had a V-neck that showed several inches of cleavage. It cut off just below her breasts leaving her mid-drift exposed all the way down to her sweatpants. She had put a stud in her naval to accentuate this fact. Never one to wear makeup, Coach had expertly done hers to give her face a soft, younger tone. She had put on perfume and a set of reading glasses that made her look anything but nerdy. Finally, Coach had let her hair fall so that it framed her face. I had never seen her this way but I liked it.
"Ah..." was all I could manage.
She motioned me over to her computer desk. I was just standing there when she smiled and laughed slightly, "Well, sit down silly."
I laughed nervously and sat. She leaned in over my left side brushing her breasts against my shoulder, "There's something I want to show you."
My eyes found her breasts and locked on. Her perfume filled my nose and I was enjoying every second of the contact. I felt a tingle in my chest and my stomach filled with butterflies. It felt like I needed to pee again.
"So, which one do you like?"
