Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03

... completely calm): "I know who your daughter is, because I'm the coach of the team that just played against her. And she is one amazing player. That's all."

I see Katherine perk up and look right at Greg. No matter what, I see why he had to do this. This is why Greg is Greg.

Katherine's Dad: "Why don't you let me worry about my own daughter, and you can focus on not getting your ass kicked. You got that, Fuckface?"

Okay Greg, you made your point, let's just go.

Greg (still cool as a cucumber): "Understood. You two have a good evening, and congrats again on one hell of a game."

Greg then takes my hand and turns to lead us away. Oh thank god. But holy cow, Greg's hand is trembling, as is mine.

Katherine's Dad (as we're walking away): "Get the fuck outta here, Epstein."

Neither one of us looks back, and in fact we walk quite briskly towards the other side of the parking lot where our two cars are.

Greg (once we're completely out of earshot of Katherine and her dad): "Sorry about that."

Me: "No, no... don't apologize. You were so kind. And so brave! ...to do that."

Greg (under his breath): "Oh... I don't know. Probably didn't make a difference."

Me: "Bullshit. That's not true. But what was that, that he called you at the end?"

Greg: "I think he called me Epstein. Like as in Jeffrey Epstein."

Oh ha. That reference totally went over my head. I think for a very brief second about making a joke about his crush on sweet, little Maddie, and how ...

... that's borderline Epstein-esque, but thankfully I reconsider before anything comes out of my mouth. This is not the time. What the hell is wrong with me?!?

Me: "But seriously, it was very noble for you to go over and check on that girl."

Greg (somberly): "Nah, I probably just made things worse."

Me (stopping the two of us): "You absolutely did not. Katherine's her name? Did you see Katherine's reaction when you complemented her? It meant the world to that poor girl. I guarantee it."

Greg kind of shrugs, but I think he's just bummed about the situation, not that he genuinely believes he actually did anything to make it worse.

Me (after giving Greg a small peck on the lips): "You're like my hero sometimes. Like a knight in shining armor, always on the lookout to save anyone in distress."

Greg: "Stop. I'm really not as good a guy as you make me out to be."

I really don't think that's true, but it's certainly not worth arguing about in this parking lot.

Greg (continuing as if to drive the point home): "There are things about me that you don't know, that make me not a very good guy."

What is he talking about?? I find that so hard to believe, but I guess it's possible? Either way, I think it's time to change the subject.

Me (with a hint of seduction): "You know what would make you a great guy? Spending the night at my place? Mmmmm?"

Greg (still kind of melancholy): "Yeah, I could do that. I have to drop a few things off and then I'll come over?"

Me ...