If you caught Beth out of the corner of your eye, you would never think she had only just turned eighteen. You would think she was Victoria's Secret model in her twenties. She was tall and tanned, with shoulder length wavy brown hair, blue eyes that were usually bright with excitement (and maybe some mischief), and a smattering of freckles across her face. She was an athlete, and you could tell. She had flat abs, strong legs, and tan lines that showed she spent a lot of time in shorts and a sports bra. And she filled out that sports bra. She was a 34DD, and if you saw her in just that sports bra, maybe when she was stretching in soccer practice or running through town in the mornings before school, you would have to fight the urge to rip it off her. They were the sort of breasts that were always perky; they were more than a handful, but not so big that they looked fake.
Beth was in her senior year of high school. She was captain of the soccer team and the track team. She was on the honor roll and she was student body vice president. She was the kind of girl that other people want to dislike but can't because she was also genuine and sweet.
Beth was pretty happy with her life. She had gotten accepted into a good college and was enjoying having some of the pressure applying and taking exams lifted. She loved running and playing soccer, and she loved hanging out with her friends. They only thing that would have made her any happier would be losing her virginity.
Most of her friends were shocked that she still hadn't slept with anyone. It wasn't that guys weren't interested, it was just that Beth had never really felt ready to take things to the next level. But with college looming ahead, Beth was left with the fear that she might end up the last virgin in the fall.
The logical part of Beth's brain knew that it didn't really matter, but she also knew that she didn't want to meet someone she really liked in college and then have him push her away because he was afraid of being her first. So, Beth made a plan.
Despite the cute and funny guys in her school, Beth had really only ever been interested in one person. Her track coach, Andrew. He was about thirty six, 6'4 and in great shape. He had been a second away from making it to the Olympics in the mile in his twenties and had decided to move back to his hometown and coach soon after. He was gorgeous. He was tan, with dark blonde hair that was just a little long, and green eyes that made women melt. Beth's favorite thing about his body was the little patch of chest hair that peeked out from his shirt collar whenever he wore a v-neck.
Since Beth was captain of the team, she got to spend a lot of one on one time with the coach setting up practices and drills, and discussing which team members were best suited to which events. Andrew talked to Beth like she was an adult and he genuinely cared about her input. He made her laugh and they always ended up talking about random subjects forever when they meant to be talking about the team. Beth felt like even if Andrew was talking about the state tax code he could make it interesting. She was in love with him. And she wanted him to take her virginity.
The only problem was that she didn't really know how to make a move. She had been thinking about it on and off since they had come back from Christmas break two months earlier. Andrew also coached Boys JV Basketball in the winter, so even though Beth didn't talk to him that much, he around school enough to keep him in her thoughts.
One night, Andrew emailed her asking for her help planning the Varsity spring training trip down to South Carolina that would happen in a few weeks during spring break. She realized this was her shot. She helped Andrew pick out a perfect spot on a lake that was close to a local track and training center, and also happened to be a beautiful and potentially romantic spot. She even managed to book the hotel rooms so that almost the entire team was on the third floor, and only her room and Andrew's were on the fourth.
When the time finally came for the trip, Beth was so nervous and excited that she could barely speak to anyone on the bus even though it was a 10 hour ride. She figured the first night would be the best chance. Everyone else would be exhausted from the trip and if things went well, she and Andrew could spend the whole week together.
When they checked into their rooms, Andrew was a little surprised at the difference in floors, but wasn't bothered enough by it to ask for a room change. Everyone went up to their rooms to sleep and get rested for the first day of training. Beth went into her room, which she had also managed to get to herself since there were an odd number of girls on the team, and quickly showered. She put on a brand new matching lace bra and panty set and pulled a dress over her head and took one last look in the mirror before rushing out her door. She had gotten ready as quickly as possible because she knew if she took her time she might lose her nerve.
She walked down the short distance to Andrew's door and, even though she felt like her heart was in her throat, she knocked.
"Beth? What's up? Shouldn't you being getting some sleep? I don't exactly have an easy day planned for us tomorrow." Andrew had clearly showered, his hair was still damp, and he was in pajama pants and old team t shirt.
