18 year old point guard surprises her coach.
It was my first year as a basketball coach at our small high school in Iowa. Basketball is king here, but our school wasn't exactly well known for having a great team, so there was a little pressure on me to bring new life and get the program up. Because of the size of the school, they couldn't afford to pay two separate coaches, but with Title IX we had to have two teams, and I would have to coach both of them. I wasn't exactly pleased with this, because I wasn't a huge fan of girls' basketball, but I was still excited for the opportunity and definitely wasn't going to turn down the money.
Everything was going pretty smoothly for a while. The guys were off to a pretty great start, and I hadn't had any issues with working with the girls. I was in a relationship, I was happy, and there's nothing like the fear of losing your job to keep you from getting tempted too easily. So everything was great... until we got to our Christmas party. I'll never forget that night for as long as I live.
My girls' team was pretty weak that year, but one bright spot was our point guard, Nicole. Nicole was really a shooting guard, but without a true point guard we had to shift her into that position, and she held her own okay. She had a really nice shot, and did a good job of at least trying to get the other girls involved. They didn't always come through on their end, but she got them the ball in good spots.
Anyway, that night Nicole came in, and for whatever reason, there was just something different about her. Maybe it was just because I had only seen her with her hair up and in baggy basketball clothes, but this time when she walked in, I had a hard time looking away. It was fairly cold that night, so she wasn't showing off a lot of skin, but her jeans may as well have been painted on, and the sweater hugged every curve of her torso. Fuck.
I still don't really remember anything else about that night. I'm sure Nicole never noticed my ogling, but I don't know how she didn't. I know it couldn't have been subtle. I had no control. I went home that night and masturbated furiously to the mental image of her body, even fully clothed. I was still fairly young, having just gotten out of college, and my sex drive was still very much in overdrive.
Being a winter sport, we still had practices over the holiday break from school, so I saw both teams again the following Monday. We're a small school, and I only had seven girls and eight guys, so a lot of times we would have practices together. It means a little less time spent on my part, and I just had both teams run the same plays. On a normal day I would be excited to get into the gym and get to work. I liked to play, and was still young enough that I would demonstrate a lot of what I wanted to do, and I loved getting on the court. But this time I was excited for a different reason: I couldn't wait for Nicole to come in.
When she did, it again wasn't anything different than normal, but for some reason her presence just drew me to her. It was like I had realized for the first time that she was such a sexual creature. Even through her sweatpants I could see the curve of her hips. Then as she took off her hoodie, her practice jersey was pulled up with it and for the briefest window of time, I had a glimpse of her flat, smooth stomach and even the base of her sports bra, encasing the tits that had become my obsession overnight.
We started the practice with our standard stretching and footwork drills. Everything was the same, but now everything was different. I was thankful that I was prepared to play that day; I had worn my compression shorts, which were mercifully helping to conceal my growing erection as my eyes continued to be drawn towards Nicole. Suddenly everything she did was mesmerizing. I was still staring whenever a sound snapped me out of my reverie.
