Note: This is a story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to current epidemic of STDs.
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Marlene and I moved in together a year before we were married and almost from the beginning we found we both enjoyed sharing stories of our pervious sexual liaisons with each other. These sharing times almost always led to more sex, whether we were at home or on the road.
Once I recall her telling me, "By the time I graduated from high school I could count all my lovers on one hand with a few fingers left over; by the time I graduated from college I could count them on both hands."
With a chuckled she added, "Now I can't count them on both my hands and feet."
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and Marlene and I were curled up on our bed relaxing after several hours of playful sex which had taken place throughout the house. I was wearing a pair of boxers and Marlene was wearing a silky, short gown. After a little coaxing she began to tell me a story:
I played on the girl's soft ball team every year I was in high school. During the summer before my junior year our long time female coach retired and was replaced by Coach Mims; he was a good looking, redheaded, and freckled married man in his late twenties. Of course all the girls on the team went crazy over him and were not at all shy in letting him know it.
Any time we won a game or had a really good practice everyone crowded around him jumping up and down with their boobs bouncing and rubbing all over him. He seemed to completely enjoy the attention and even grabbed an ass or two, by accident of course. There were rumors that several seniors even let him know about their admiration in the training room after school.
Even after being selected as team captain during my senior year I still didn't get as much attention from Coach as the bubbly, bouncing, big boobed girls did. Even at eighteen I was tall, skinny, and small chested; nothing I had bounced at all. My long time friend and first lover, Mike, always told me I had great legs and a nice ass but I was still self-conscious about my body.
I paid attention to the girls in the locker room when they talked about Coach. One senior bragged about giving him a "blow job" and everyone laughed when I asked what that meant; I had given Mike oral sex but I had never heard it called a "blow job".
One girl said he kept rubbers in his desk drawer supposedly to teach safe sex to the boys' class during the Health Ed portions but Mike told me they had never had anything about safe sex in Health Ed class. I could not believe all the talk but I did see him close and lock the door after girls went into his office.
The spring of my senior year the team won every game we played. During our last game I over reached to catch a line drive and pulled a muscle in the small of my back. After the game I told him what had happened and he told me to shower and change then stop by his office before I left school. When I entered his office several other girls were already there so he took me into the training room and closed the door. I showed him where I felt the pain and he directed me to bend over the massage table; he lifted my blouse up in the back and firmly pushed his fingers over the small of my back and just under the waist band of my jeans. I winched when his fingers found the exact spot of the pain; he then took a large can of something that smelled like Ben Gay from one of the shelves.
"Unfasten your jeans." he told me.
Alarms went off in my head; I thought about all the stories I had heard in the locker room. I felt a bit uneasy but I also felt a little excited; his hands had felt good when he rubbed my back. I unfastened my jeans as he told me to do.
"Is the door locked?" I asked then added, "I don't want all the girls in the office to see me with my jeans unfastened in front of you."
He moved to the door and I heard the lock click; I was sure I heard giggles come from the outer office. I thought, "Screw them, let them think what they want." He sat the can on the table and moved directly behind me then put his fingers into the waist band of my jeans and panties and lowered them down to my tail bone. My heart was racing; I felt him brush against my ass as he began to rub the strong smelling salve over my lower back and kneading it firmly with his fingers.
I quickly felt the heat penetrating my back muscles. I was almost sure I felt something else rub against my ass too.
