Scoring with Coach

My name is Sterling Folt. I’m a twenty-two-year-old fullback, and I’m addicted to my thirty-four-year-old coach. Actually, I’ve been in love with her since I was six years old. She’s a total bad-ass trailblazer, being one of the few female head coaches for one of the best football teams in the country. Oh, and she also happens to be my best friend’s sister.

Unexpectedly, she feels the same way about me! Soon, we find ourselves in a forbidden, secret relationship as we navigate our team, careers, and our growing love. Noah’s nervous, but I’m not, because not even the NCAA could keep me away from her.

This is the story of how I scored with coach in every single way.

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Scoring with Coach is 25K words, or in PDF speak, about 100 pages.

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*Note: Steam starts immediately!*

We won the first kickoff of the year with me juggling three balls. Specifically, the one cradled in my arms at the end zone and two smaller blue ones snug against my inner thighs. I swear I’m not a perv, and it’s only a complete coincidence that my friends nicknamed me ‘Full Back Folt.’

Come on! It’s because my position is fullback and has nothing to do with the globes of my ass. Even if dozens of women post about my two bottom cheeks on a weekly basis on our team’s social media pages.
Anyway, after scoring the final touchdown of the night, I threw off my helmet and screamed with my friends. It’s extra special because I’m graduating in the Spring. I’ll miss the chills spilling down my arms whenever the crowds cheer for us. I’ll miss the smell of grass clippings, well-earned sweat, and the way my calves burn after every yard run.

But mostly, extra special mostly, I’ll miss coach. I’ve been in love with Coach Noah Smart since the moment I saw her. At age six. I remember, because that’s when I also met my still-to-this-day best friend, Drew. You see, Drew is Noah’s much younger brother. As in, Drew is now the same age as me: twenty-two. And not that age matters, but Noah’s thirty-four. So long story short, it’s not like I’ve been able to declare my undying love for her. First, it was because I was too young and underage, and then, when I began college, she joined as the head coach of our football team. Imagine finally being old enough to woo the woman meant to become your wife, only to have another stupid barrier in the way.

It’s hard enough that Drew would kill me if he found out that after every game I masturbate to his sister while showering in the locker room stall. Thank the alumni association for springing for extra thick shower curtains.

Anyway, that’s what I’m doing right now. Masturbating. Because holy fuck, did Noah look amazing on the sidelines with her clipboard and those tight ass dress pants.
I imagine her watching me touch myself, lust darkening her eyes until the sheen mirrors darkness above a football turf. She’d beg with her quick breaths. With her sweet thighs twisting to give herself any sort of relief, because she can’t go another day without touching me how I long to touch her.