Background
The fall semester was about to start and I was excited to see what my class would look like this year. Though I am a happily married man and never intended to go outside of the bond, I always felt like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting to see what co-eds would be enrolled for the upcoming semester.
I guess I should start with a little background information. I recently began working as the tennis instructor in the PE department of the local college. I've played competitively for years, but never considered being an instructor until I was approached by the head of our department. I thought it would be a great way to earn a little extra money while enjoying some harmless flirting with college girls. I'm 38 years old, 6'3 and athletically built, with a good tan from my competitions. At 8 inches in length, I don't have the longest cock around, but I make up for it in girth that is well above average.
The first couple of years, aside from some flirting, nothing out of the ordinary happened. I was having a great time getting to know all of the students, though the level of play was pretty poor. There was always a wide array of talents, with some members of the varsity team enrolled, and others that were only in it to meet their PE requirements and acted like they never left their computer except for my class. I had fun with all of them and none of us took the class very seriously. We were out there to promote exercise and fitness, not to train them to become professionals, so we joked around with each other a lot and made it as fun as we could.
Chapter 1
I was excited to meet my new class and got to the courts early to make sure everything was set up. As the class starting arriving, I was mentally taking an inventory of what I'd be working with. It looked like I'd have 15 guys (10 athletes in other sports, 5 that were more of the computer type), and 10 girls. Right away, I recognized Cassie, Anna, and Lara as athletes from other teams on our campus. Cassy is a 5'6 blonde, busty, with thicker, athletic legs from her time on the soccer team. Anna was a tiny little firecracker, 5'1 with long brown hair, small chest, and a lean, athletic build that helped her excel on our gymnastics team. Lara was the top player on the women's tennis team, with Spanish heritage and the muscular build of most tennis players. There were also a few students that I did not recognize, but was glad to see were in my class. There was Rachel, a fiery redhead with glasses and a thin build, and her best friend Maddie, a thicker brunette with bleached highlights and a curvier frame to go with her baby fat. I was most excited about the idea of coaching Paige and Haley though, a set of identical blonde twins that looked like they were right off of the runway; leggy blondes with all of the right curves. There were a lot of good prospects for some harmless flirting.
The semester started out like every other year. A couple of students had played some in high school and were decent players. They usually went to the back courts on their own to play at a higher pace. A lot of the guys in class thought they'd be able to easily beat the girls, but Lara from the tennis team was easily embarrassing them each class. I spent most of my time on the front courts, working with the students that had never played before and needed to learn the basics.
It was during these early classes that I began working closely with Rachel, the pale-skinned redhead that looked like she had never played sports in her life. She had a small frame and wasn't in bad shape, but her coordination and tennis skills were far behind the rest. After a few days of class, it was obvious that Rachel was falling behind her classmates, which I could tell was frustrating to this 4.0 student.
"Coach Jack, do you think you could stay after class with me and help me with my serve? I can't afford a bad grade in this class."
"No problem Rachel" I smiled at her. It wasn't uncommon for students to ask this, and I never minded staying late for the ones that wanted to learn.
After class ended, Rachel stuck around and waited for me by the basket of tennis balls I had set up on the baseline. After showing her the proper technique more than a dozen times, she was still struggling to make contact with the ball. She just couldn't seem to toss the ball straight up and find it with her racquet. Sensing her frustration, I decided a new approach was needed.
"If you promise not to hit me with the racquet, I'm going to kneel on the ground in front of you and toss the ball up. All you need to do is watch the ball until it hits the strings on your racquet"
"That sounds easy enough, thanks Coach. I promise not to hit you!" She laughed and got ready for the first toss. I could tell right away that she took her eye off the ball, and missed it completely when she swung again.
"Remember Rachel, keep your eye on it the whole time!"
The next toss was better, with her hitting the ball into the net. A great improvement, even though it still didn't go in-bounds. After a handful of tosses, she was starting to hit it pretty good. As she got ready for each serve, I couldn't help but get distracted by the concentration on her face as she watched the ball. Her slim legs in front of my face, only covered by a short tennis-skirt, weren't helping me keep my focus either.
"Alright Rachel, now really try to hit this one hard! I know you can get it over the net now that you know how to hit it!"
With the next toss, Rachel swung as hard as she could and made solid contact...with my shoulder!
"Oh no Coach, I am so sorry! You'll probably never want to help me again..." she said sadly, feeling bad for causing the pain she thought she had caused. I didn't want to hurt her feelings and tell her that she didn't swing very hard and it really didn't hurt. Plus, milking a little extra attention may not be the worst thing in the world!
"It's ok Rachel, I know you didn't mean too..."
"No, but I still feel awful. Why don't you at least let me rub it for you?" she asks, walking over and starting to reach for my shoulder.
"That's really very nice, but I don't think it's necessary. Plus, what would it look like if someone walked by and saw you giving me a massage?"
"Oh fine" she pouted playfully. I couldn't help but notice her hand drifting down my back and over my ass as she pulled her arm away, but I decided it was probably unintentional.
Chapter 2
At dinner that night, I had to share my encounter with Rachel with my wife Carly. Carly is a stunning woman, 36 years old with long brown hair. She runs regularly and has very fit body, with A-cup breasts and the kind of legs and ass that makes guys melt. Some of my friends that are into pornography have compared her to India Summer, though she's not that outgoing with her sexuality. We have an exciting sex life and enjoy each other several times a week, but it's usually pretty routine. Like most guys, I've told her my fantasies of having a threesome, but she's never shown the same interest. She does love to ask about the co-eds in my class though, and I think it turns her on to hear me talking about how some of them flirt, so I couldn't wait to tell her about Rachel trying to give me a rub down on the court!
