The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... was also very cocky and arrogant, openly flirting with me while ignoring everything I said.

It got to the point where I would shout out tips and suggestions, and Duane would have his team do the complete opposite, grinning at me as he did so, driving in the point that this team would only do what he wanted. Duane had to be reined in if I needed to whip these guys into shape.

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"Duane, can you stay behind after practice today? I need to talk to you," I told the cocky teenager as the team walked back to the showers after practice one day.

The other boys gave their captain a teasing smirk, clapping him on his back as they headed to the showers. Duane, however, only shrugged, approaching me casually once everyone else had left. I was standing by the bleachers, waiting for him with my clipboard.

"Something bothering you, Coach Avy?" he smirked at me, standing before me with a towel draped across his shoulders. His jersey shorts hung low on his hips, revealing his tight abs. He was sweaty from practice; beads of perspiration trickled slowly down his chest and big muscular arms.

This was the first time I was alone with him, and for the first time, I realized just how big Duane really was. I blushed slightly as I looked up at him, as my eyes traced his chiselled black body. Despite my anger, I couldn't help but admire his amazing physique. He reminded me of the black basketball stars I fantasised about when I was younger. He was THAT hot!

"I..uhhh..I wanted ...

... to talk to you about practice, Duane..." I blushed and stammered, trying to focus on my notes in front of me. "I need you to lead by example, listen to my instructions and motivate the rest of the team."

"Oh really?" he chuckled. He took my clipboard from my hands, flipping through my notes before taking another step forward. We were now inches apart, and I blushed, looking away.

He put my clipboard aside on a bench before tilting my chin upwards so I could look at him. I gasped softly; the musky scent of his sweat filled my nostrils as he held my chin firmly. His touch sent a thrill through my body, and I froze, unsure how to react.

"Don't take it personally, Coach..." he smirked, looking down into my eyes with that cocky smile of his, "I don't listen to anyone. I lead the team my way..."

He let go of my chin, wiping a few strands of my wavy blonde hair from my face. I blushed furiously, unable to believe Duane's audacity. I opened my mouth to protest, but he turned around and sauntered towards the locker room before I could speak.

I fumed silently, picking up my clipboard and storming out of the gym. I knew I HAD to get Duane under control if I was ever going to make this team a success.

However, after one month and losing two more games, our team was close to the bottom, having a slim to none chance of mocking the playoffs. When this happened the boys started getting bored and began to miss practice or come in late. I was getting increasingly frustrated ...