The Coach - Sex Stories

The Coach

... tingling, wanting so much more. But I couldn’t have him. I looked up at him and smiled as I made a sassy remark to the group around us, before turning to escape outside for some much needed fresh air. As I turned, my hand accidentally grazed the front of his pants. He was hard!

I have thought about that night every single day since then. There have been many awkward moments when dropping off or picking up our daughters. Matt acted like it never happened, so perhaps it didn’t mean as much to him as I initially thought, or perhaps he was too drunk to remember. I was caught between wanting to relive the kiss and being mad at him for playing it off. Either way, things were now weird, and I wasn’t looking forward to spending a long weekend at a hockey tournament with him this week.

Carly and I checked into our hotel room Thursday afternoon. Her whole hockey team had a block of rooms together for the weekend, so the girls were really excited. We were surprised to find that we had an adjoining room - hopefully it was a teammate on the other side of the door. It wasn’t long before we heard movement next door. Before I could stop her, Carly knocked on the adjoining door, excited to find out who was on the other side.

When the door opened, I looked over and saw those beautiful brown eyes that haunted me daily. Miley’s excited squeal when she realized we had a secret door was matched by Carly’s. Matt held my gaze as the girls ran back forth between our two rooms. My knees ...

... were already shaking with his proximity. How was I going to survive a whole weekend of this?

“I hope you can harness this energy for their game, coach!” I quipped as the whirlwind of girls swarmed around us.

Matt chuckled in response, never breaking his gaze. I shivered as I looked into his eyes.

“Time to go to the rink, ladies. Save it for the ice,” Matt said, taking charge of the chaos.

It was a successful trip to the rink, the girls had a big win, and returned to the hotel exhausted. Miley and Carly curled up in the two beds in Matt’s room to watch a movie while he went downstairs to the bar for a drink. When he returned, I told Carly it was time to come to our room, but the two girls begged us to let them stay together. They told Matt he could sleep in the extra bed in my room. It made perfect sense to them, but little did they know, they created a panic deep inside me.

“Well , it’s okay with me, if it’s okay with you, Emily,” he said, willingly giving in to the girls’ request.

What choice did I have? “Okay, ladies. You win!”

I was having a hard time catching my breath, and felt like I was about to hyperventilate, so I escaped to the bathroom to calm down. When I finally emerged, the girls were snuggled in their beds, and Matt was sitting on the edge of the bed nearest the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I hope you’re it mad at me for putting you on the spot.”

“I’m fine,” I replied. “That was a pretty shitty thing to do, but I’ll get over it. ...