The Coach - Sex Stories

The Coach

Those eyes. They were such a dark brown that they were almost black. They were so warm, kind, and inviting. The laugh lines in the corners suggested that they loved to laugh, and they had an irresistible twinkle. I could see the passion buried deep inside them. With just one quick look, those eyes could make me weak in the knees. The trouble was, those eyes were off limits. They belonged to a married man.

Matthew (Matt) was my daughter’s hockey coach. Our eleven-year-old daughters (Carly and Miley) had been been best friends since they were four. Matt and his wife Dianne treated Carly like she was their own daughter, which I appreciated, because I had been raising her on my own since I was sixteen. He was truly her father figure, taking the time to teach her how to ride a bike, how to take a slap shot, how to catch a fish, how to throw a curveball.

Sometimes, I would fantasize that Matt was my husband, that I was the woman by his side as we lived our best life. At a glance, he and Dianne seemed to have everything you could want. They had two beautiful daughters, a big house on the water with a pool and a private dock for their boat, and a large circle of friends and family. They took two exotic vacations a year - one as a family, and one as a couple. It was easy to be jealous of them. However, the past couple of years, Dianne had disappeared from their social life as she battled some health problems.

Matt and I had always had a friendly relationship, and thanks ...

... to our girls, we spent considerable time together lately. Matt was a friend and classmate of my oldest brother, so I knew he was twelve years older than me. There was a long history there, and if I’m being honest, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on him, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that he might return those feelings.

Two months ago, things changed. I was at a Christmas party, enjoying some festive drinks and finger foods, when he walked in, looking so effortlessly sexy. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Eventually he made his way over to where I was standing with friends, and engaged our little group in some witty banter. Truthfully, I didn’t hear a word he said. I was lost in his eyes.

“Emily, look up!” my friend Jen exclaimed, pointing at the mistletoe hanging in the doorway above me and Matt. “You know what that means…”

I’m sure I turned fifty shades of red. I was so embarrassed. Of course, nobody knew how I felt about Matt, but I certainly didn’t need everyone stopping to watch, egging us on, wanting to see the obligatory kiss.

Not wanting to disappoint, Matt turned to face me, tracing his curled knuckles down my cheek until they came to rest under my chin, lifting my face to meet his. His eyes were full of desire as he lowered his lips to mine in a soft kiss. It was more than a mistletoe kiss. The onlookers starting whooping and cheering, bringing us back to reality all too soon.

That kiss. Those eyes. Every nerve ending on my body was ...