He had been fantasizing about her for years, watching her grow and blossom into a young woman. It was strange watching her run around the field, her breasts bouncing, her muscular ass rolling side to side, and realize that not very long ago, she'd been a child. She certainly wasn't a child anymore. It wasn't just lust that he felt; it was a more intimate longing. He wanted to be her lover, physically and emotionally. He wanted to be with her. He longed for the day that she turned 18, but he wasn't sure whyβdid he really have the guts to make a move? What if she didn't feel the same way?
But she did. She had had a crush on her coach for as long as she could remember. He had stayed with her team year after year, and they had developed a close bond. They could finish each other's sentences, and she loved feeling his heart beat when she hugged him close. She had thought many times about saying something, but she knew she should wait until she was 18. She didn't want to get him in trouble. She just wanted to kiss him so badly. Sometimes she thought of going further with him...subconsciously she was probably saving herself for him. She received a lot of attention from boys her own age, but she kept them at bay. She didn't want anyone but him. She didn't just fantasize about sex with himβshe fantasized about being his everything. She wanted to make a life with him. She even thought about having his children.
She wasn't alone in that. He had often thought of marrying this young girl, 12 years his junior. He wanted to be raw inside her, and fill her with his cum. He wanted to orgasm with the knowledge that his pleasure was planting new life inside her. He wanted to feel her young pussy milking his cock.
Her 18th birthday finally arrived, and they both gave it a lot of thought, trying to decide whether or not to say something about their feelings. They gave each other longing glances all throughout practice, and his heart raced as she lingered behind the other teammates, waiting to leave until everyone else was gone. He couldn't help but realize how isolated they were, in this field in the middle of a forest. You had to drive down a long wooded driveway to get here, and few people ever visited the field except for soccer practice.
The neck of her loose tank top was so low that he could see her incredibly youthful, but bountiful, cleavage. Her shorts were so short that there was little left to the imagination, but he still wanted to see more. He longed to rip her clothes off her. She helped pick up the balls and cones and walk all the gear to his car. The sexual tension built until she couldn't take it anymore.
"Coach," she said, a little hesitantly. She remembered that he was always telling her that she could call him by his first name. For the first time, she did. "Alex." He turned to look at her, and realized how close she was standing to him.
"It's my 18th birthday today," she said softly, barely able to make eye contact with him.
"I know," he said, fighting back the urge to cup her cheek in his hand.
"I just want you to know," she said, her face feeling flushed and warm, "that I'm yours if you want me."
He couldn't believe his ears. He felt his cock swell with heat. "Marie...are you sure?"
She finally looked up into his eyes, and she saw how he was filled with desire, just like she was. "Yes," she murmured.
He reached out and pulled her close, nuzzling her face with his. The air felt like magic. Everything hummed with desire.