Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03

... didn't do anything to harm these girls. But even still, what does this all mean??

Me (trying to convince both him and myself): "I know for a fact you're not a bad person."

Greg: "I wish I could help those girls, but I just can't."

Wait, is that what this is all about?!?

Me: "What do you mean, exactly?"

Greg: "Like I see these girls, and I see how horrifically they're being treated, and I just wish I could be there to help them... to save them."

Oh. My. God. How did I not see this before?!? It's like a savior fantasy for Greg. That's what this is. I'm a fucking idiot. He's not getting off to the girls being in pain. He's fantasizing about saving them! Of course that's what it is. That. Actually. Makes. Sense. Fucking... fuck me.

While I'm finally coming to this realization about why Greg likes this movie, the scene of the old man applying the burning ointment to the girls' wounds seems to conclude. The movie switches back to some other different lady, one we haven't seen before, and the three girls are there too. They're no longer tied up, and it looks like their butts have mostly healed, so I assume some time must've passed? At this point, I've definitely seen enough, so I grab the remote from my bedside table and turn the tv completely off.

I look over at Greg, who's sitting on my bed buck-ass naked, still rocking a boner that's clearly begging for some sort of attention. Now that I understand that Greg's draw to this movie isn't because he wants the ...

... girls to suffer, but in actuality is kind of the opposite, I feel quite relieved. It's not just that my boyfriend isn't a monster, but it also feels reassuring to simply make sense of this whole goddamn, fucked up situation.

In fact, I think I want to explore this 'situation' just a little bit more. Greg looks nervous, as if he's worried that I must've turned the movie off in disgust. He's not entirely wrong, but as I scoot over closer to him and place my hand softly on his bare chest, he seems to relax a little, even if he's still unsure about what's going to happen next.

Me (quietly and seductively): "I want you to imagine something."

Greg slowly nods in acceptance.

Me: "I want you to imagine you're a history teacher at the school we just saw in that movie. That man with the paddle? He's the principal."

Me (as Greg stares at me with full attention): "He just called you into his office to let you know those same three girls are up to trouble again. They got caught cheating on a homework assignment for your class."

Me (making a stern face): "This principal man... he's really angry at them! He slams his fist down on his desk. He says these girls just don't seem to learn, no matter how hard he punishes them. And that this time, since they cheated in your class, Greg, it's your responsibility to punish them."

Greg (already completely buying into this imaginary roleplay): "What am I supposed to do to them??"

Me: "He says you can do absolutely anything you ...