The Tennis Coach Pt. 01

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Through all his years as tennis coach at OSU, Phil had never found someone with such God given talent as Barbara. She was only 20, and had earned a free ride at school with a tennis scholarship, which was a great beginning. The more Phil worked with her, the harder she trained. On the day when Phil told her that she had qualified to play in the regional tournament in Cincinnati, she was elated.

“Everyone will be at the Hilton Hotel in Cincinnati, and you and I will have adjoining rooms. My wife doesn’t want to go, but your boyfriend can come along and stay with you. I’m sure he will want to support you.”

“When are we leaving and how long will we be there?” Barbara asked.

“I will drive us down next Sunday and we will be there for as long as you continue to win and progress in the tournament.”

“Oh, no! Carlton will be in Baton Rouge for two weeks; he’s touring and applying at LSU, and then has job interviews lined up.”

“Well, the dates of the tournament are fixed, so we’ll both have to make do by ourselves. We’ll have a day to practice before each qualifying round. Maybe things will change and your boyfriend can join us later, before the tournament ends.”

Barbara was anxious and talked during the ride to Cincinnati about how nervous she felt. “I’ve never competed before, so I don’t know what to expect,” she said.

Phil wanted to reassure her. “All you have to worry about is using your practice time wisely and just playing your best, one game at a time.”

After breakfast on Monday, they were allotted time on a court, and Phil worked with Barbara giving her tips. “Remember; aim and reach for the overhead shots, and have your racket set up for your backhands; try to put as much top spin on it as you can.”

On Tuesday, Barbara’s match was after lunch and she outplayed her opponent, winning two sets straight, 6-2 and 6-1. She was absolutely giddy at dinner, and eager to continue. Phil told her how proud he was of her.

During the practice round on Wednesday, Phil drilled Barbara on serving and returning serve. “Watch your opponent; Escort if she is weak on return, serve to her backhand or directly into her body. When you return her serve, step up and take the ball early; it will throw her off balance.”

Barbara’s match on Thursday was before lunch, but she squeezed past her opponent in three sets, 6-3, 4-6 and 6-4. She had qualified for the quarter finals on Friday. That night, they both retired to their rooms after dinner. Phil was sitting on the bed in his boxers watching television when he heard Barbara knocking on the door connecting their rooms.

When Phil opened the door, Barbara rushed past him into his room. She was wearing a short white silk nightgown that barely covered her legs. Her young breasts almost spilled from the top of the nightgown and her nipples showed through the sheer fabric.

She put her hands on her face, her long brown hair flipping back and forth as she shook her head.

“I can’t do this, Phil,” she cried.

Phil suddenly realized that he wasn’t fully dressed but he wanted to calm her down.

“What do you mean; what’s the matter?”

“I’m too nervous, and I almost blew it today. The pressure of tomorrow is more than I can handle.”

Phil put his arm around her and she immediately curled into his arms, her head on his shoulder.

“When I get this tense and nervous, I…I need help, Phil, and my boyfriend can’t be here. What am I going to do?”

“Well, I’m here, Barbara, I’ll support you however you need; you can do this.”

“You don’t understand, Phil.”

“Why? What can I do? What do you need?”

Barbara was silent for a minute and then backed up, staring at Phil with tears dripping down her cheeks.

“I need DICK, dammit, Phil! I need to come!” She blurted.

“Holy crap on a cracker, Barbara, I’m married, I can’t…I just can’t…you know.”

“Well, we have to do SOMETHING,” she said, crossing her arms over her breasts.

“Can’t you just masturbate? That’s what guys do when we get frustrated.” he said.

“Coming that way doesn’t give me relief; Escort Bayan I have to have someone else do it for me.”

“Barbara, I may be married but I don’t know the first thing about masturbating a girl.”

“What about oral sex; don’t you go down on your wife?”

“Sometimes, but it just wouldn’t be right, Barbara.”

Barbara went over to Phil’s bed and used the remote to turn off the television. She tore back the covers, flipping them onto the floor. She pulled her nightgown up over her head tossed it on the floor and laid down on the bed. She put a pillow under her head, spread her legs and stared defiantly at him.

“Phil, nobody will ever know if you licked my twenty year old pussy and I need it. I fucking NEED it, Phil.”

Phil began to feel his cock respond as he looked at the brown patch of pubic hair between her legs. Her young soft thighs beckoned to him. He was swept up by her determination.

“My wife and I are both 37 but she is beautiful and has a great body. We have great sex and I don’t want to cheat on her by fucking you, Barbara.”

“I didn’t say you could fuck me, I said you need to lick me. Eating my sweet young pussy won’t be cheating, Phil, and I know you want to do it.”

It was getting late and his cock was getting harder, but Phil knew it would be in their both best interests to relieve her tension. He climbed onto the bed, moving between her legs until he was on his stomach and his face touched her pubic hair. He melted, physically and emotionally. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face gently in her soft pubic hair.

“Oh, damn,” he moaned.

“You can do it, Phil, make me come,” she said quietly.

Phil kissed and sucked on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, then lapped up and down in her wet slit. She was ready. He toyed with her clit with the tip of his tongue and kissed it. When he slipped his tongue inside her, she put her legs over his shoulders, crossing them at the ankles.

“That’s it, go for it, coach,” she said.

She slipped her fingers into his hair, gently guiding his Bayan Escort efforts. Phil slipped his hands under her ass and held her tightly against his mouth and she moaned. He swirled his tongue around her clit. She pressed harder against his mouth. He thought of something that made his wife come, and he sucked softly on her clit and hummed on it as his tongue lashed back and forth across it.

Barbara arched her back and the heels of her feet drummed on Phil’s back as she came, squeezing his head in her hands. She groaned and bucked against his face until her orgasm subsided. Phil had backed off her clit and just licked up her sweet young nectar. When she opened her legs and Phil moved away, Barbara looked at him with a satisfied grin.

“Your wife is a lucky woman.”

“Thank you, but when I make her come, she doesn’t leave me with a hard on.”

“It IS very impressive, maybe you should masturbate; I’ll watch if you want,” she said, licking her lower lip.

“Nope. My wife also taught me how to wait; I’ll be fine.”

Barbara got off the bed, retrieved her nightgown but just carried it with her as she left Phil’s room. As she shut the door on her side, she smiled at him.

“I know I’ll be even more tense tomorrow night but I can hardly wait.”

Phil immediately grabbed his cell phone and called his wife.

“Hey, Phil, how is it going down there?” She asked.

“You wouldn’t believe it, Cora. Barbara qualified for the quarter finals tomorrow.”

“That’s great! I know you’re proud of her; you’ve worked so hard to help her improve her skills.”

“Listen, Cora, I want you to fly down here tomorrow.”

“Why” You know I don’t care much for tennis, Phil.”

“I know, but I need you here with me, Cora.”

There was a moment of silence on the line and then Cora asked, “Did you fuck her, Phil?”

“No, Cora, I swear I did NOT fuck her.”

“Blow job, hand job, what?”

“Nothing like that, but she has me pretty riled up and it would solve things if you would be here with me, at least for the evenings.”

“All right, I’ll catch a flight and call you when I arrive,” she said.

“Thanks, babe, and there’s just one more thing I need.”

“Yeah, what is it?” she asked.

Phil yanked down his boxers, grabbed his erection and said, “Talk dirty to me.”

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