David the Coach
Copyright© 2020 by A Scholar
Chapter 11: Explanations and Consolation
After getting a warm wet washcloth and washing both himself and Julianne off from their accumulated secretions, David went into the kitchen and began making coffee and breakfast. As he was getting a frying pan out, he turned and saw Ruth standing there with a tentative questioning look on her face.
Noticing that she was still topless and wearing sheer panties that revealed a generous amount of pubic hair, David deliberately kept his focus on her face. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” he asked, cupping her jaw and cheek gently in his hand.
“Am I pretty?” Ruth asked. “Really. Don’t just say nice things to put me off.”
“Oh, Ruth, you’re much more than merely pretty,” David said, putting the pan down and then moving and sitting down quickly on a dining room chair. He wrapped Ruth up in his arms and lifted her sideways into his lap. “You’re stunningly beautiful.”
“Then why won’t the boys at school talk to me. Why do they all stare at me, but never make friends with me?”
“Look at me!” she said, standing up again and quickly stripping off her panties so that she stood in front of him completely bare. “Do they think I’m ugly? Am I too fat? Is there something wrong with me?” Ruth gave a slow pirouette in front of David and then began to cry as she climbed back into David’s lap, straddling his thighs and hugging him, and burying her face against his neck.
Now dressed in shorts and a polo shirt after her shower, Julianne came into the kitchen and saw her completely nude almost-14-year-old daughter straddling David’s lap, crying her heart out, clinging to his body with all her strength while sobbing greatly.
“Is she jealous?” Julianne mouthed the words so that only David could see her.
David quickly shook his head “no” very slightly while mouthing the word to her. Then speaking out loud, he said. “Ruth’s concerned because the boys in school seem to keep their distance from her.”
Taking her upper arms in his hands, he leaned her back gently from his chest so that he could make eye contact with her. “Sweetheart, the boys are afraid to speak to you because they know you’re way out of their league. You’re as beautiful as a super model, even if you’re not quite as tall, and you’re a straight A student. Honey, you intimidate the hell out of them.”
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