Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03

... So hopefully I can convince Greg to spend the night at my place? I definitely am looking forward to picking back up on our Madison discussion asap, especially with all the new tidbits of information from tonight!

As we leave the building and start walking into the parking lot, we both notice off to the side a couple of people having what seems like a pretty heated discussion. It's kind of dark out, but we get close enough to where we can see it's one of the opposing players from the green team, and someone who appears to be her father.

Greg (quietly informing me of what we're going to do): "Let's go make sure everything's okay."

Me (not that I have a say in the matter): "Sure, yeah..."

As we get even closer, we can tell that they are definitely having an argument. In fact, the dad seems downright livid and is just berating his daughter, like full on screaming at her.

I really don't like confrontation, so I immediately get hit with that unmistakable feeling of nervous butterflies in the pit of my stomach. The good thing is, Greg is the ultimate pacifist, so I'm not worried that he'll escalate things in any way. But I also know that he's going to do what needs to be done to make sure this poor girl is okay, so I honestly don't know what's about to happen here.

The Father (yelling at his daughter): "Bullshit. I know this had to do with Jackson. I know you were daydreaming about him or some shit!"

The Daughter (looking pretty hysterical): "What are you even ...

... talking about?!?!?"

Father: "You just don't make mistakes like that! That's how I know you weren't fucking focused!!"

Oh shit, I think this is the green team's star player?! The one who scored like all their points! Is the dad yelling at her because she messed up on that very last play of the game?? If that's what this is about, then what an enormous piece of shit he is. Although honestly, I can't imagine any explanation that would justify the way this asshole is treating his daughter right now, so he's probably a piece of shit no matter what.

Daughter (clenching her fists and pointing them at the ground): "Well I did this time!!! Ughhhh!!"

Father (noticing us approaching mid sentence): "I don't fucking be..."

Father (looking right at Greg): "Can I fucking help you? You lost??"

Greg (blatantly ignoring the father and instead addressing the daughter, who clearly has been crying): "Katherine, right?"

I guess her name is Katherine? She doesn't say anything but she looks up and makes eye contact with Greg.

Greg: "I just wanted to tell you what an incredible game you played tonight. You were hands down the best player on the court, and that's saying something."

Katherine's Dad (clearly not amused in the least that we interjected ourselves into this conversation): "Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck do you know my daughter's name? You some kind of sick, fucked up pervert?"

Oh god. This is exactly what I don't like. I hate this.

Greg (staying ...