Coach Kristen - Sex Stories

Coach Kristen

... was ok for me to look; I did. Like I said earlier, her tits are huge; I mean really huge. And the halter top she was wearing exposed more of her glorious orbs than I had ever seen. They were obviously not encumbered by a bra, and they seemed to only sag a little, which surprised me. “Would you like to go back into the living room,” she asked, and I abruptly took my eyes from her chest. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I said, and I followed her once more back into the living room, and once more my glances fell to her ass. She sat on the edge of the dark blue, plush couch, making sure to keep her legs together. I stood for a moment and looked at her. She smiled and said, “You can sit next to me if you’d like.” “Thank you,” I said in a nervous tone. I grabbed a coaster from the coffee table, placed my beer on it and placed it next to her drink, which also sat on a coaster. I guessed her drink to be either a bourbon or a scotch. I hoped bourbon so the bottle that I bought would not go to waste. I sat next to her, keeping maybe two or three inches between us. “So,” she said, “Did you find the place ok?” “Yeah,” I replied. “It’s not too far from where I live actually.” “Oh ok,” she said. “So if I need some sugar I can just come to your house and get some?” “You can come to my house for anything you want,” I said, trying to sound confident. It must’ve worked because she smiled at me. “Anything huh?” “Yep,” I replied reaching for my beer. The Valium that I had taken was kicking in so I was ...

... starting to get just a little more relaxed. “I’m gonna hold you to that.” “You can hold anything of mine you want.” She laughed, and then there was a silence between us. I hoped that I hadn’t gone too far. I looked at her tits again; and she caught me again. She smiled and I blushed. She said again that it was ok. She asked if it would be better if she just took her shirt off and I nearly spit out the beer that I had had in my mouth. “It’s your house,” I said. “You’re gonna have to wait a little longer before I do that stud,” she said jokingly before leaning towards the coffee table to grab her beverage. She took a sip of it and put it back. “So, what do you do for a living,” she asked, pulling the reigns of tension back just a little. “Well, I’m a writer actually…or rather, I’m trying to become a writer.” I took a sip of my beer and continued. “I saved a shit-ton of money at my old job and when I finally got tired of the place, I told my boss that I was going to take a leave of absence so I could work on my novel.” “What’d she say?” “Nothing... She laughed, said “ok,” and then told me to make sure that I let Human Resources know.” “Wow, she kinda sounds like a real bitch.” “You have no idea,” I said, putting my beer back on the coaster. Kristen took another sip of her drink and put it back on the coaster. “So what is your novel about?” I got quiet, and I wasn’t sure of exactly what to say to her. “Well,” I said, stalling to figure out what I was going to say, “I haven’t really ...