I'm a science teacher that got too intimate after school with a girls' varsity soccer player I coached

For the last four years, I taught AP Physics at a high school in a suburban middle-class area. During the first couple years, I doubled as the boys’ junior varsity soccer coach. It was a job that I would have likely retained for a while as the varsity coach was an older gentleman with tenure that wasn’t leaving anytime soon. So, it was a surprise when I was offered the job of the girls’ varsity head coach. Everyone agreed that I had done a good job over at junior varsity and it would better balance out the athletic program staff for me to make the move.

My first year as the girls’ coach, I took a team that had finished the previous year in the middle of their league and, by implementing a no-nonsense strength and conditioning program, was able to improve their position to second while qualifying for state. The season ended up being much more fulfilling than I had initially expected, and I was happy to extend my stay for the next season.

All that was fine and well, but only the start of where some trouble started. There were two girls on the team, Brittany and Becca, who were inseparable and caused the most trouble. This included but was not limited to snarky comments on my directions, organizing team pranks, and showing up 20 minutes late to every practice. They were both 18 and the other girls somewhat idolized them, making it an uphill battle to maintain overall discipline.

They also ate lunch with their friends in my classroom and I was subjected, first under hushed whispers and then loudly with little shame, to all of their gossip and problems. I was a casual listener through the first half of the year and through the second half they would actively seek out my advice on topics from boys to fights with parents.

Brittany, who seemed to have the most trouble with stable relationships, also would periodically remind everyone that her dad died in Afghanistan when she was little and that her mom was no help with dating. The confession of this tragic detail, which I saw materialize in her behavior, prevented me from lecturing Brittany too harshly during the soccer season or when she caused disturbances during my class.

As the year winded down and the end-of-year AP testing finished, I officially closed my open-door office hours. All of the stress of balancing academics and my first head coach season were gone. So, I was surprised when I was packing to leave one day and I heard the door to my class shut. It was Brittany.

“Well, look who it is. Didn’t come to a single study session,” I joked. “But still heard you did pretty well on the test anyway.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, but didn’t say anything snarky in reply.

“So, what’s going on?” I asked.

She brushed her hair aside. “Nothing. Can’t I visit my favorite teacher? Geesh.” She seemed in a riled mood.

“Uh, you can,” I said with a pause. “This is definitely not out of character or anything. Something up?”

She sighed. “So, well yea. Can you just keep it on the downlow? There’s some… gossip.”

Great. I didn’t get paid enough for this. Not for being a teacher, or a coach, and definitely not for overtime as a pro-bono counselor. “I actually have to leave in 10 minutes or so, but go for it.” I didn’t have to leave in 10 minutes, I just thought a time limit would give me an escape if needed.

“Okay, totally. It’s quick,” she said. She walked over and sat on top of one of the individual desks by my corner desk. As she sat, her shorts pulled up and showed a healthy amount of her toned and tanned thigh, which drew my attention for a glance. I snapped out of it back up to her face before she noticed as she said, “Becca has this stupid pact, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Okay,” I said. “What kind of pact?”

Brittany showed some nervousness. “It’s really dumb, and I’m only telling you because I actually think you’re a ‘reasonable person’.” She placed air quotes around ‘reasonable person’ for emphasis.

I shrugged. “I’m a man of science, sure.”

“Yea, there ya go. Science!” she said with an exaggerated nod. “So, she wants both of us… on prom night… to like, ya know… with our dates.”

It was at this moment that I searched for the ejection seat out of my classroom. Or any other interpretation to where she was going with this. “Um, I’m not sure I know what you mean.” For the record, I knew exactly what she meant.

She dropped her head and her lips parted slightly. “Ya know, like…” she made a crude gesture with her hands involving a finger and an “okay” sign and then looked away shyly. “Yea, okay, I got it,” I said holding my hand up. “And you don’t want to?”

She brushed her hair aside and her freckles around her nose made her look sheepish and innocent. “Not really. Like I think the guy I’m going with is cool, but he’s not really my type and it’ll probably not be the best. So I’ve heard…”

By this point, I’d stopped packing and now turned towards her with clasped hands. Time to be the adult. “What if I told you, that you’re not required to have sex on prom night.”

“Yea, I don’t want to!” she replied. “But you don’t get it. There’s like a pressure. And I feel like we’ll drink and I probably will.”

I paused for a second then said, “I’m not sure what you want me to do with this, other than tell you that you don’t have to. What makes this guy not your type?” Probably not the right question, but I was curious.

She rocked back and forth on top of the chair. “He’s like a little boyish, ya know. Like he’s not mature yet. I feel like the guys I like are more capable and scruffier.” She made a gesture of stroking a beard.

“No scruffy guys out there?” I asked. Unconsciously, I stroked my own beard.

“Not really, no,” she said. “By the way, did you think we were making fun of you during that last practice, when everyone was laughing?”

I recoiled over the manic transition to this new topic. “I vaguely know what you’re talking about. When I was explaining that shooting drill and no one could concentrate, because of something Becca said.”

“Yea, that one. We weren’t making fun of you. Did you hear what she said?”

Still, I couldn’t deduce why she’d come into my office, which might be a result of my general oblivious nature. “I did not. I was the only one actually trying to focus out there, I guess.”

She scrunched her face in a way to say ‘fair point’, then added, “Well, you turned around, and you were wearing your soccer pants that you wear every time. And so she said, ‘how we are we supposed to shoot when we can’t see around that juicy ass?’”

I blushed slightly. That was a typical Becca comment. “Great. So, I can’t wear those pants anymore. Noted.”

“No,” she said. “Don’t do that just because of a dumb comment. But also, I wasn’t even laughing because I didn’t look up by the time you had already turned around again.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Then my modesty is protected. A small consolation.”

“Well,” she started slowly. “Except I may have seen something else.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, you asked why that guy wasn’t my type. Remember how I said the boy I’m going with doesn’t seem that mature?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I didn’t check your ass out like Becca and the girls. But I may have seen… your bulge.”

Now I was fully flush with heat on my face. “Uh?” I didn’t know how to react, but I also needed to keep cool in case this was another miscalculated joke or prank from Brittany.

“And it looked… pretty large.” Definitely not a prank.

Trying to sidestep the emerging awkwardness, I said, “I assure you it’s normal. Probably just the pattern on the pants.”

“I don’t know, like I’ve only seen my date’s dick. And your bulge was bigger than him hard.”

Realizing the inappropriateness of the conversation was at a point of no return, and professional consequences could follow, I stared at the door and a few of the windows I’d opened to let a breeze in to evaluate if anyone could possibly be hearing this conversation.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed by, it’s not like you can control it. And like, I’m sure you stare at my ass sometimes.”

This was an accusation, something I could get in trouble for. Maybe our casual teacher-student relationship had tipped over into attempted blackmail territory. “Why do you think that?” I asked cautiously.

“Because when I run by you during the warmup, I always notice you watching.”

“I’m literally your coach. That’s my job.”

“Yeah, but your face gets red, and I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re turned on.”

“To be fair, I think the way you wear your shorts, you want people to look.” Wait, what the fuck did I just say?

“So, you do look!” She shifted on the individual desk closer to mine. This was going from bad to worse. “Do you know why Becca and the girls make those jokes?”

10 minutes surely must have passed by now, and there was no clear end to this conversation. Maybe I could just walk out of here. “Uh, why?”

“Because they have a crush on you, I think. They all think you’re funny and in good shape.”

“Hey Brittany, I think I got to get going pretty soon. Even though this conversation was illuminating.” Didn’t have to be smooth, just effective.

Brittany rose from the desk and walked over to where I was. I backed up a few steps until I bumped into my desk and sat on the top. Her hands landed on my knees. “Can I be honest with you?”

“This was all a joke?” I suggested.

“Sooooo… my actual problem is I don’t want my prom date to be my first. Because I’m more attracted to older and more mature guys. And I think you’re one of the most dependable people in my life.” Her eyes were soft as if this was supposed to be a tender comment.

“Thanks, I think,” I replied.

One of her hands moved over my zipper and rubbed against my dick, which was already halfway hard. She looked up at me as she bit her lip and then stared down as she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. At this point, losing all sense in light of a cute freckled girl getting to her knees and touching my dick, I helped pull my pants and underwear down to my ankle. My dick was fully hard and sprung forth nearly smacking her in the face.

“Woah, what the fuck!” she said.

“Sorry,” I replied. “Did I do something?”

“No, this is just the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen. This looks like a fucking porn dick!”

“I mean, it’s actually much bigger. Pornstars’ use lens angles, which you might remember from our Optics chapter, and… actually, never mind. Forget about it.” What the fuck was I doing? I was going to get fired, I was going to get fired…

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

I deleted a hundred other thoughts and said, “No.”

She giggled and moved forward spreading her mouth open. Her hands grabbed at the base of my dick as she kissed the head of my cock and then slid it into her mouth. I moaned as she wrapped her lips around the shaft and her big eyes stared up at me.

“That’s really good,” I said. “Have you done this before?”

She shook her head with my dick still in her mouth. Then slid it out to say, “No, Brian like came the first time I even touched his dick. It was really awkward.”

Instinctively, I guided her head down to my balls. She took one in her mouth as I let my shaft fall across her face. “So good,” I whispered.

My cock had never been this hard before. She stopped sucking for a second to say, “I’m sorry I can’t take much of it in my mouth, it’s just so fucking big.”

“That’s fine,” I said in exasperated breaths. “You’re doing great.”

With her head tilted down, she looked up and said, “Can I feel you? Inside of me?”

All of the worry and fear of the encounter evaporated in seeing one of my favorite students eager to just have a single positive and non-toxic encounter with a man. At that point, I wanted to give her the experience she deserved. I put both hands around either side of her face as she got to her feet and I leaned in to kiss her. There was an electric intensity and soon my mouth migrated to her neck and she gasped out a sharp breath. My hands slid down to her hips and I picked her up while kissing deeply into her neck and laid her across my desk with her legs hanging off.

My hands moved to grabbing her petite breasts over her shirt. She took this as a cue and ripped her shirt off revealing a delicate lacey black bra over modest B cups. This also flayed her long hair over the table in a cute mess. I pulled the bra down with a finger to uncover her nipples and my mouth molded around them as I kissed them and squeezed them together. Her arms wrapped around my torso and then tugged my shirt off over my head. Her eyes traveled over the contours of my chest and arms.

She ran a hand over my chest. “I like your hair.”

I grabbed the waistband of her athletic shorts and pulled them down. She had no underwear underneath, so I immediately saw her smooth and bare pussy that was nothing more than a neat little slit. Her skin buzzed with energy as I kissed her belly and traveled down to her hips, then spread the lips of her pussy apart with my tongue to flick the tip of my tongue against her clit. This made her produce shallow excited breaths. After a few minutes of her excited moaning, she said, “Put it in.”

I never considered the possibility of this, and so, I had no condoms. Not sure what I should do, my other head took over and I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy spreading it open. As I pressed an inch inside, she gasped again. “Go slow,” she said. “It’s so fucking big!”

I rocked out and in like a seesaw making another half inch headway each time. Her pussy was soaking wet but still so tight squeezing around the girth of my cock. When I had nearly half my dick in, she said, “You’re good now. Go faster.”

Taking this as my cue, I stared into her eyes and plunged the rest of cock in. This was more than she expected as her brow furrowed in concentration and she took in a big breath. Her arms wrapped around me and her nails dug into the muscle of my butt.

“Are you good?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s just really intense. And your cock is so fucking thick that…”

I pushed my dick all the way in again and she moaned. It was cute to watch her lose train of thought and how she dug into my back and butt without realizing how hard she was scratching. I positioned my hand over her neck and her eyelids drooped submissively. My cock was rock hard pumping into her pussy and I could feel her body becoming more malleable in my hands. She was becoming all mine. My hand moved up from her neck and I put my fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them and didn’t break her eye contact from her spell of deep obedience.

It was as if everything was being clearly communicated, and we both knew what would happen next. I grabbed one of her toned soccer player calves and flipped her over on the desk. I pulled her legs apart and she did the splits on the desk with her tits pressed against the surface. I leaned down to lick her pussy for several seconds then took my cock and slapped one of her round ass cheeks. I placed each hand on an ass cheek to spread her open and I slipped my dick in from behind. I was somewhat taken aback at having never seen such a tight perfect asshole before and how my cock looked massive in comparison to her slim teen body.

Before long I was slamming into her with deep strokes and my balls were slapping against her clit. She moaned in a perfect rhythm to my thrusts. I slapped her ass, harder than I intended, and she called out, “Oh, daaaaddy! Again, daddy.”

I took the cue and slapped her ass again, just as hard, leaving a glowing red mark. Then I reached forward to collect her hair in a closed fist. I tugged on her hair and her back arched upwards. Her legs folded around me to compensate from the pull and I leaned in close to her ear. “You’re such a good girl,” I whispered. “You want to be daddy’s perfect little slut.”

“Yes, daddy,” she replied.

From here, I went into another gear and fucked her as hard and fast as I could. There was no regard for the opened windows. All I could think about was making her cum so hard that she’d never experience anything like this again. I allowed her body to descend back to the surface of the desk as I grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back with one hand. My other hand pressed lightly on the side of her face and pushed her into a pile of old syllabuses. My thumb pushed into her soft freckled skin, and then hooked into the corner of her mouth.

“You’re so deep in me, daddy,” she mumbled around my thumb in her mouth. Her body shook as my cock throbbed with each thrust. “You’re gonna make me cum, don’t stop.”

My abs flexed as I pushed in deep and then did a rapid fire of short strokes. She moaned louder until she came to a crescendo scream and her lower back arched up like a cat. “Fuuuuuucck,” she said in a vibrating tone.

This turned me on immensely to see this, so I said, “Do you want daddy’s cum?”

“Yes, please,” she responded. I flipped and spun her around on the desk until her head dangled off the edge. I bounced my dick across her lips and forehead while she stuck out her tongue then I inserted it into her mouth. She sucked on the tip as my balls slapped against her forehead and I stuck my fingers in her pussy. After half a minute, I felt the pressure in my balls waiting to be released. “I’m going to cum.”

She continued to allow my cock to pump in and out of her mouth until I couldn’t hold back any longer and erupted one of the largest loads I’ve ever had while I squeezed her tits. She sucked on me for several seconds after and when I took a step back, she turned over to her stomach and opened her mouth. It was filled to the brim with my load and she propped herself up a bit then swallowed it down with one gulp. “You taste so good,” she said, looking up at me with an exhausted satisfaction. I walked over and sat in my desk chair and she joined to sit on my lap and rest her head on my shoulder. My arm wrapped around her body as I grabbed one of her ass cheeks and jiggled it.

“So, you do like my ass?” she asked teasingly.

I smiled. “It’s a very nice ass. Apparently, you took my strength training program to heart.”

She smiled back. “Only fair, you helped make this ass, least I can do is let you fuck it.”

I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

​ After that, she left and we never spoke of the incident again. She continued to eat lunch in my classroom with her friends, and she went to prom with that other guy. However, I never saw any pictures and have no idea what ended up happening. I was there to watch her graduation but we only waved at each other from afar after she got her diploma.

Otherwise, I coached the girls’ varsity team another year and continued to wear the same soccer pants. So far, without any further incident.