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Chapter 3 — Wisdom
I pushed open the front door, stepping into the quiet sanctuary of my home. The house was unusually silent, save for the distant hum of the television coming from the living room. I kicked off my sneakers, leaving them by the door, and padded silently down the hallway.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mom, Amber, sitting at the table, sipping a cup of tea. She looked up as I walked in, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Hey, sweetie. How was swim practice?"
I shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the countertop. "It was good. Coach Ethan really pushed us hard today."
Amber nodded approvingly. "He's a great coach. Always knows how to motivate his students." She paused for a moment, her eyes taking on a faraway look. "And let's face it, he's not exactly hard on the eyes, is he?"
I nearly choked on my laughter, caught off guard by her candidness. "Mom!" I exclaimed, feigning shock. "That's our coach you're talking about!"
Amber just winked, taking another sip of her tea. "What? A woman can appreciate a fine specimen of manhood, can't she? And Ethan Moore is definitely easy on the eyes."
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Timothy enter the room, his expression darkening as he caught the tail end of our conversation. "What's this about Ethan Moore?" he grumbled, his voice gruff with disapproval.
Amber turned to look at Timothy, her smile never faltering. "Oh, we were just discussing Riley's swim coach. Apparently, he's quite the looker."
Timothy's scowl deepened, his beady little eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Since when do you care about the looks of some high school swim coach?" he snapped, his tone borderline accusatory.
Amber just rolled her eyes, unfazed by his jealousy. "Relax, Tim. It's just a harmless observation. Besides, it's not like I'm the one ogling him every day at practice." She shot me a knowing look, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
I couldn't resist piling on, eager to twist the knife a little further. "Oh, come on, Timmy. It's not like Mom's doing anything wrong. She's just admiring the view, same as anyone else."
Timothy shot me a glare, clearly not appreciating my input. "Stay out of this, Riley," he growled, his jowls quivering with indignation.
Amber reached out and placed a calming hand on his arm. "Honey, it's not a big deal. I was just making conversation with Riley. You know I only have eyes for you."
Despite her reassurances, Timothy remained sullen and irritable, retreating to his study with a grumbled excuse about needing to work. Amber watched him go, a look of mild annoyance flickering across her face before she turned her attention back to me.
"Don't mind him, Riley. He's just being overprotective as usual," she said, dismissing Timothy's behavior with a wave of her hand.
I nodded, trying to hide my amusement at Timothy's jealous outburst. "Yeah, he's always been a bit possessive. Guess he can't stand the thought of anyone else checking out Coach Ethan."
Amber chuckled, shaking her head. "Men. They're all the same, aren't they? Thinking with their dicks instead of their brains." She took another sip of her tea, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
I grinned, deciding to press my luck a little further. "Speaking of dicks, Mom…did you know that Coach Ethan has a huge one? Like, seriously massive. I could barely keep my eyes off it during practice."
Amber nearly spit out her tea, coughing, and sputtering as she tried to regain her composure. "Jesus, Riley! You can't just say stuff like that!" she exclaimed, her face turning a deep shade of red.
Amber wiped the tears from her eyes, still chuckling at my audacity. "Well, I suppose that explains the unusually high attendance rate at swim practice," she joked. "All the girls lining up to catch a glimpse of the 'big attraction', huh?"
I nodded, playing along with her humor. "Exactly. It's like a freaking zoo in there, with all of us trying to get a peek at the main exhibit."
For a moment, Amber seemed to get caught up in the fantasy, her eyes glazing over as she imagined the scene I'd described. But then, with what seemed like a great deal of effort, she shook her head and cleared her throat.
"Okay, okay, that's enough of that," she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "I think I've heard quite enough about your coach's…ahem, assets. Let's keep things PG-rated from now on, shall we?"
I just grinned, thoroughly enjoying the look of scandalized delight on my mother's face. "Sure thing, Mom. Whatever you say."
Amber stood up, collecting her empty tea cup and saucer. "I'm going to start dinner. Do you want to help, or are you going to spend the rest of the evening fantasizing about your swim coach?"
I laughed, getting up from the counter. "I think I can tear myself away from my dirty daydreams for long enough to chop some vegetables."
As we worked side by side in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, Amber kept shooting me sidelong glances, her curiosity getting the better of her. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer.
"So, Riley…about Coach Ethan," she began, her tone casual but probing. "Is there something you want to tell me? It just seems like you've developed quite the crush on him lately. And I know how these things can go, especially for a girl your age."
I bit my lip, my heart racing as I considered my options. Should I confess my true feelings to my mother? Would she judge me, condemn me for my inappropriate desires?
But then I remembered who I was dealing with. This was Amber, my free-spirited, open-minded mother. The woman who believed in love, sex, and acceptance above all else. If anyone would understand my predicament, it would be her.
Taking a deep breath, I turned to face her fully, my gaze steady and unwavering. "Mom, I…I don't just have a crush on Coach Ethan," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "I want him. Badly. Like, obsessively, cannot-get-him-out-of-my-head kind of badly."
Amber's eyes widened, her jaw dropping slightly in surprise. But then, slowly, a smile spread across her face, warm and understanding. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "I had a feeling it was something like that."
I nodded, relief flooding through me at her lack of judgment. "I don't know what to do, Mom," I confessed, my voice cracking with emotion. "I've never felt like this before. It's like…like he's consuming me from the inside out."
Amber's smile softened, her eyes shining with empathy. "I know, honey. I've been there myself, back in my youth. Love can be a powerful, overwhelming thing, especially when it's forbidden."
She squeezed my hand again, her grip firm and reassuring. "But you know what? I think you should follow your heart, Riley. If you want Coach Ethan, if you can't imagine your life without him…then go for it. See if he can resist your youthful beauty, your vibrant spirit. And if he can't…well, maybe his marriage wasn't worth saving anyway."
I stared at her, stunned by her bold advice. Was she encouraging me to pursue an affair with my married coach? Wasn't that crossing a line, even for her liberal sensibilities?
But then I realized that, in her own way, she was simply passing on the wisdom she'd gained from her own experiences. That love was worth pursuing, no matter the cost. That passion was a force to be reckoned with, and that sometimes, the greatest loves were born from the most unlikely circumstances.
I threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly. "Thank you, Mom," I whispered, my voice thick with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Pulling back from our embrace, I fixed my mother with a devilish grin, my heart pounding with excitement as I prepared to share the details of my encounter with Ethan.
"Actually, Mom…I've already given Coach Ethan a little preview of what he's missing," I admitted, my voice low and conspiratorial. "And let's just say he could barely keep his hands off me."
Amber's eyes went wide with shock, her lips parting in surprise. "Riley! You didn't!" she gasped, her gaze raking over me as if trying to discern the truth of my statement.
I just nodded, my grin widening. "Oh, I definitely did. After practice today, I went to his office and…let's just say I showed him exactly what I'm capable of."
Amber shook her head slowly, her expression a mix of astonishment and pride. "My goodness, Riley. You certainly know how to go after what you want, don't you?"
I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play it cool despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "When it comes to Coach Ethan, I'm not afraid to play dirty. He's worth it.”
Amber chuckled, shaking her head in amazement. "Well, I'll be damned. My little girl is all grown up, and she's got more game than I ever did at her age."
I laughed along with her, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. It felt good to finally share my secret with someone, especially someone who understood and supported my decision.
"So, what happens now?" Amber asked, her curiosity piqued by my revelation.
I shrugged, my gaze drifting toward the kitchen window and the darkening sky beyond. "Now, we wait and see how he reacts. If he's as interested in me as I am in him, it won't be long before he makes a move."
Amber nodded thoughtfully, her gaze softening as she studied my face. "Just remember Riley…be careful. These kinds of situations can get messy very quickly. And I don't want to see you get hurt."
I reached out and squeezed her hand, grateful for her concern. "Don't worry, Mom. I've got everything under control.”
Chapter 4 — Teasing
The dinner table was filled with the savory aromas of Amber's cooking, and the three of us sat down to enjoy a quiet evening together. Timothy, still a bit sullen from earlier, gradually warmed up as the conversation turned to his favorite topic: himself.
As we finished up the main course, Amber smiled at us both. "I'm so glad we could have a nice dinner together. It's not often we get to spend quality time like this."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. "Definitely. Thanks, Mom, for making such a great meal."
Just as we were about to start clearing the table, my phone buzzed with an incoming text. I glanced at the screen and smiled. "Hey, it's Harper. She wants to know if I can come over and work on some homework with her."
Amber raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a great idea, sweetie. You should go ahead and go. I'm sure you two can get a lot done together."
I nodded, already knowing that Harper's invitation had nothing to do with homework. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, feeling a thrill of excitement as I made my way to Harper's house.
As I arrived, Harper greeted me at the door with a shy smile. "Hey, Ry. I'm so glad you could make it."
I followed her inside, and we headed up to her room. As soon as the door was closed behind us, Harper's demeanor changed. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she leaned in close. "So, spill. What happened with Coach Ethan?"
I grinned, following her up the stairs to her bedroom. "Well, where do you want me to start?" I asked, flopping down onto her bed and kicking off my shoes.
Harper flopped down beside me, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Start with how you managed to get Coach Ethan alone after practice."
I launched into the story, describing in vivid detail how I'd lingered in the locker room, waiting for everyone else to leave. How I'd strutted into his office, clad only in my skimpy swimsuit, my body on full display.
"And then what happened?" Harper prompted, her voice breathy with excitement.
I grinned mischievously, buzzing from the thrill of turning Harper on. "Let's just say I gave him a sneak peek at what he's been craving. I bent over his desk, pulled my swimsuit aside, and gave him a glimpse of my soaking wet pussy."
Harper gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "You...you what? Oh my god, Riley, that's so..."
"Daring?" I supplied, waggling my eyebrows suggestively. "Hot? Sexy? Slutty?"
Harper sputtered, unable to formulate a coherent response. "I...I don't know. All of the above, I guess."
I laughed, relishing her shocked reaction. "Well, let's just say that Coach Ethan was more than a little affected by the sight of my dripping wet pussy. He practically melted when he saw how turned on I was."
Harper's eyes widened, her gaze fixated on my face as if trying to read the truth of my statement. "He...he touched you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Oh, he touched me alright," I confirmed, my voice low and sultry. "He slid his finger between my folds, groaning at how wet and ready I was. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the primal urge to slide his big cock into my eager hole.
Harper's breathing quickened, her thighs pressing together as if to contain the heat building between them. "And then what happened?" she asked, her voice strained with need.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered the final details. "I told him to think about me tonight, when he was lying in bed with his wife. To imagine my tight, young pussy wrapped around his cock, milking him dry. To picture himself exploding deep inside me, filling me up."
Harper shuddered, her eyes glazed over with desire. "Holy shit, Riley," she breathed, her hand slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. "You're such a fucking slut."
I just grinned, basking in her admiration. "And you love me for it," I pointed out, patting her knee. "Admit it, Harper. You're dying to be in my shoes right now. To have Coach Ethan's hands all over your body, to feel his cock stretching you open."
Harper ducked her head, blushing fiercely. "I...maybe a little," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I could never actually do it. I'm not brave like you, Riley."
I smirked, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Harper's flushed face. "Aw, don't sell yourself short, Babes. You've got plenty of bravery in you. You just haven't tapped into it yet."
Harper ducked her head, avoiding my gaze. "Easy for you to say," she muttered, her voice small and uncertain. "You're not the one who's never even kissed a boy before."
I frowned, realizing the depth of Harper's insecurity. "Hey, none of that matters," I said firmly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You're smart, funny, and gorgeous. Any guy would be lucky to have you."
Harper sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Thanks, Riley. That means a lot."
I grinned, punching her playfully in the arm. "Anytime, Babes. That's what best friends are for."
Harper looked at me, her green eyes wide and curious. "Do you think...do you think Coach Ethan is thinking about you right now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I grinned, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. "Oh, I have no doubt about it," I replied confidently. "He's probably sitting at home with his wife, trying to make polite conversation, but his mind is a million miles away. He's imagining burying his big cock deep inside my tight young pussy, feeling me squeeze him as I cum around his shaft."
Harper's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but she didn't look away. Instead, she seemed to be drinking in my words, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of shock and arousal.
"I...I have his cellphone number," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I got it from the team contact list last year. Do you think...do you think you should text him?"
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. "Are you suggesting I sext Coach Ethan?" I asked, a slow smile spreading across my face. "That's a pretty bold idea, Harper."
She nodded, her gaze darting nervously to the door. "I know, but...I think it could be exciting. And besides, it's not like you have anything to lose. You're already halfway to seducing him anyway."
I laughed, shaking my head in amazement. "You're right. Why not push things a little further? After all, life's too short to play it safe."
Pulling out my phone, I opened up a new text message and typed in Ethan's number. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my mind racing with possibilities. What should I say to him? How could I tease him, taunt him, drive him wild with desire?
After a moment's consideration, I began to type.
Heart pounding, I hit send on my first text to Ethan:
"Coach, I hope you're thinking about me. About my pussy that's dripping wet for you. I want to feel your big cock stretching me open."
Within seconds, my phone buzzed with a reply.
"Riley, we can't do this. It's wrong. Stop texting me."
I grinned, typing furiously.
"Why? Afraid you can't resist me? Afraid you'll give in and fuck me silly?"
Another text popped up:
"This isn't appropriate. I'm married. You're my student. We need to stop this now."
I scoffed, not deterred in the slightest.
"Your wife doesn't make you feel the way I do. Admit it, you're rock hard right now, thinking about stuffing your big cock in my tight holes."
To my surprise, Ethan replied:
"Fuck, Riley...you're right. I'm so fucking hard. Harder than I've been in months."
I glanced over at Harper, noting her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. She was getting off on this too.
"What's the matter, Coach? Does your wife not fuck you anymore? Hasn't sucked your cock in ages?"
Ethan's reply came almost immediately.
"She hasn't... touched me in over two months. Said I was too busy with work and the team to pay attention to her."
I smirked, typing with one hand while using the other to slide under my skirt and rub my clit.
"Poor baby. Well, I'll make it up to you. I'll worship your cock. Milk you dry, drain your heavy balls down my throat."
I glanced over at Harper, and my eyes widened in surprise. She was rubbing her clit, her fingers slipping into her pussy as she listened to me read off the text messages. I grinned, feeling a surge of excitement.
"Harper, think about it," I whispered, my voice husky with arousal. "Think about Coach Ethan fucking you, filling you up until you cum. Imagine his big cock stretching you open, making you scream with pleasure."
Harper's eyes fluttered closed, her face contorting in ecstasy as she fingered herself furiously. I watched, mesmerized, as she rubbed her clit and plunged her fingers into her pussy.
I couldn't help myself. I started plunging my fingers into my wet cunt, feeling the familiar rush of pleasure. I moaned, my hips bucking against my hand as I texted Ethan.
"I want you to cum down my throat," I typed, my fingers flying across the keyboard. "Then bend me over and fuck me until I cum again and again all over your thick cock."
Ethan's reply was immediate, his messages equally dirty and explicit.
"I'll hold you down and fuck you until you're a whimpering mess, begging for cum," he typed. "You'll be my slut, my fucktoy. I'll use you until you can't take it anymore."
I cried out, my pussy spasming around my fingers as I neared the brink of orgasm. "Fuck, Ethan," I typed, my vision blurring with lust. "My pussy is so fucking wet. I'm gonna cum so hard.”
Harper whimpered, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her impending climax. "Oh god, Riley..." she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."
Harper muffled a scream as her body convulsed as she came harder than she ever had before. Her juices flooded her hand, soaking the sheets beneath her as she writhed in ecstasy.
Through the haze of my own impending climax, I saw Ethan's final message pop up on my screen:
"I'm fucking cumming, Riley. Cum with me, baby"
With a cry, I exploded, my pussy clenching and pulsing in waves of pure pleasure. I collapsed back onto the bed, panting and sweating, my body still twitching with aftershocks.
Beside me, Harper lay boneless and sated, a dopey grin plastered across her face. "Holy shit, Riley," she breathed, her voice hoarse. "That was incredible."
Harper sat up and giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked at me. "Someone's a bad influence," she teased, poking me in the ribs.
I just grinned, unrepentant. "Someone's gotta get you to come out of your shell, Babes. And I'm happy to oblige."
We dissolved into fits of laughter, our bodies still tingling from the intensity of our orgasms. I reached out and pulled Harper into a hug, feeling a rush of affection for my best friend.
As we cuddled together on the bed, I turned my attention back to my phone. Ethan's messages were still displayed on the screen, his words sending fresh shivers of excitement through my body.
Smiling, I typed out a reply.
"I came so hard I'm still shaking. Can you picture me coming apart for you, screaming your name as I came all over my fingers?"
Almost immediately, Ethan responded:
"Fuck, Riley. I need you. I need to be inside you, fucking you. I want to make you cum over and over."
I bit my lip, considering my next move carefully. "You deserve better than your wife, Coach," I typed, my fingers moving swiftly across the keys. "You need a young, tight thing to worship your cock properly. Not a wife who won't even touch you."
There was a slight delay before Ethan's next message appeared: "I don't know what's going on with her...She's just not interested in sex anymore. Maybe she's cheating on me. Maybe she's fucking some other guy while I'm here, thinking about you."
I grinned, pleased with myself. Planting seeds of doubt in Ethan's mind was easier than I'd anticipated. "Sounds likely, Coach," I replied, my tone sympathetic. "Why else would she neglect you so badly? Any woman would be lucky to have you."
Ethan's response was almost instantaneous: "God, Riley. You make me feel alive again. Like I'm not just some old married guy. With you, I feel young, vital, desired."
I preened, basking in the glow of Ethan's praise. "That's because you ARE desired, Ethan," I typed with sincerity. "Desired by ME. And trust me, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
I sighed happily, reading Ethan's latest message over and over again. "You bring out something in me that I thought I had buried deep. Something primal. Being with you makes me feel alive in ways I haven't felt in years."
I grinned, feeling a surge of power and satisfaction. "I want you so bad, Coach," I replied, my fingers typing furiously. "I want to feel you inside me, stretching me, claiming me. Pin me down and use me however you want. I want you to take control and show me what a real man feels like."
Ethan's response was immediate, his words burning with a fierce intensity:
"Riley, I don't know what you're doing to me, but I feel like I'm losing control. I want to take you, I want to feel your tight body wrapped around me, squeezing me. I want to be the one who makes you scream, who makes you cum, who makes you beg for more."
I shivered, my body responding to Ethan's words like a puppet on a string. I was his, completely and utterly, and I knew it. I was ready to do whatever it took to make him happy, to make him mine.
"I want that more than anything, Ethan. I want you to take me, to use me, to make me yours. I'm ready for you. Whenever you want me, wherever you want me, I'm yours."
"I need you, Riley. I need you to come to my house tomorrow. I'll be alone. Can you do that for me?"
I stared at the text message on my phone, hardly daring to believe what I was reading. Ethan wanted me to come to his house tomorrow. Alone. The implication was clear, and my heart raced with anticipation.
"Tomorrow," I whispered, my voice trembling with excitement. "He wants me to come to his house tomorrow."
Harper gasped, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Oh my god, Riley! Are you serious? He really said that?"
I nodded, grinning from ear to ear. "Dead serious, Babes. Looks like Coach Ethan is finally ready to take the plunge."
Harper bounced on the bed, her enthusiasm infectious. "This is amazing, Riley! I can't believe it's actually happening. You're going to be with him, alone, in his house. Oh my god, I'm so excited for you!"
I hugged her tightly, feeling a rush of gratitude and affection for my best friend. "Thanks, Harper. For everything. I couldn't have done this without you."
Harper returned the hug, her eyes shining with happiness. "Anything for you, Riley. Anything. Now go kick some ass tomorrow and show Coach Ethan what he's been missing out on."
I laughed, feeling a surge of confidence and determination. Tomorrow, I would finally have Ethan. And I would make damn sure he never forgot it.
To Be Continued...
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