Coach Ford thunders on. “Our next meet is Sunday, and you may assume we are going to get pummeled because we’re calling up alternates. Maybe we will…”
There’s a pause in his tirade and I feel the skin on my neck prickle. I glance over at the pool deck and see him looking at me. All the eyes of my teammates are still on him, thank goodness. But he’s got this look in his eyes that is something like unmitigated fury.
My thumb finds my clit and strums it. I stifle a gasp by biting my lip. My eyes flutter closed by their own free will. When I open them again, his arms are crossed and he’s tapping his whistle against his top lip like he is thinking of what to say next.
He knows what I’m doing under the surface of the water. He has to know.
His brow furrows even deeper than normal. Then he bellows and looks away from me. “I say instead, now that we’ve cut away all the dead weight, let’s move on and do our best. Because we are still the best. We still have the best program in the state, and we are going to relay so hard we’re going to make Wakefield cry on Sunday!”
Some of my teammates are beginning to respond with whoops and claps. I’m just struggling to keep my facial expression under control as every circle of my hard little nub makes my nerve endings sing.
I’m close.
My lips part and I work to control my movements, praying nobody can tell what’s going on.
The coach and I lock eyes again, and I do my level best to tell him with my gaze that I’m almost there. He has to know that each word out of his mouth only gets me hotter.
He finishes his pep talk with a menacing shout. “What are we?”
“Hornets!” My teammates’ roar echoes through the room.
“What do we show?”
“No mercy!”
He makes them cry it louder and louder, over and over again, as my finger sinks into my opening. The pad of my thumb continues to rub, circle, and tease my clit until finally I explode with a cry at the same time my teammates are shouting “Hornets!” and “No mercy!” for the fifth and loudest time.
The climax barrels through me, mercilessly rattling my body. It starts at my pussy and travels up my back and into my chest. It feels like someone shot a glitter cannon in my brain.
When both the team and I finish, Coach Ford puts his whistle to his lips and blows. The rattle pushes out the final thrum of my orgasm. The walls of my sex respond to the slightest command from him, and it’s all I can do to keep control.
He hastily leaves the pool deck, half jogging to his office, shouting over his shoulder, “Practice same time tomorrow. Be prepared to practice the relay with the alternates! Dismissed!”
15
Addie
Coach Ford is zipping up his duffel bag angrily when I pop into his office after practice. Hunter has agreed to wait for me so she and I can talk things through later.
“After tonight, I’m asking Frazier to assign you a different advisor.”
“Why?” I’m thunderstruck.
“Because you’re spending too much time around me and it’s clouded your judgment.”
That’s not the reaction I expected. “But…”
He slams his locker door closed and I flinch.
“Go!” he shouts angrily.
The realization of my mistake hits me like a dive head first into the shallow end. My soul, my heart, my entire body hurts.
As I turn to leave, I mutter, “I’m such an idiot.”
“Shermer, what did I say about that kind of talk?”
I turn to look at him and he’s jangling his keys, anxious to go, as if he hadn’t just stomped my heart into a million pieces.