As a new student at this school, I was still trying to adjust and find my place. Being shy made it even harder for me to make friends, so I usually secluded myself at the back of the lunchroom. But on this particular day, a man approached my table and asked if he could join me.

“Hi. You are Cindy, the new student, right?”

With his clean-cut appearance and vibrant energy this man appeared to be in his 40s, though perhaps a little younger.

“Yes, I am. Who are you?”

“I’m Coach Smith, I coach the girls’ lacrosse team. I make a point of always meeting new students to see if they’re interested in joining one of the sports teams, in this case, my team.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not too good at sports.” I apologized.

But Coach Smith persisted, emphasizing how great the team was going to be and how being involved would help me make friends faster. Eventually, I caved and signed up for the team.

I attended all the practices and games, but despite being part of the team, I still struggled to make connections with my teammates. Don’t believe anybody who talks about sisterhood and all that crap. Women, and worse in the case of sports teams, are ruthless savages. Their cliques and snobbish attitudes made it difficult for anyone new to fit in. Still, I found solace in being away from home and my dysfunctional family.

One day I had just left the showers when Coach Smith called me into his office. Feeling nervous, I wondered what I had done wrong. He reassured me that I wasn’t in trouble and simply wanted to talk. I took a seat across from him, unsure of what to expect.

“How are things going, Cindy? he asked, with genuine concern and kindness in his voice.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I leaned back in my chair, feeling the weight of the day finally starting to ease off.

“Things are going good,” I said, smiling gratefully at him. “All my teachers are really cool.” I couldn’t avoid a small twinge of sadness as I added, “I still haven’t made any friends, but then, I am new here.” I gazed out the window of the Coach’s office, watching groups of students laughing and talking together. “I think most of these kids knew each other from last year.”

Coach placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “It takes time to make friends, Cindy. You’re doing great. And who knows, maybe some other new kids will come along and you can make them feel welcome.”

His words made me smile, feeling a little more at ease about my situation. But then he said something that caught me off guard.

“You have a very good attitude, Cindy. You are a very bright girl for your young age.” He paused, his eyes studying me carefully. “Most 17-year-olds don’t have that attitude about things. They are too wrapped up with boys, clothes, and being with the ‘IN’ group to care about anyone other than themselves.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “In fact, most of them are into sex already.”

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as he brought up such a personal topic. He looked at me curiously. “How about you Cindy, have you ever had a boyfriend?”

My voice caught in my throat as I admitted, “No, Coach. I am too shy to have a boyfriend.” A wave of self-consciousness washed over me as I thought about how awkward and uncomfortable I felt around boys. “I don’t know how to talk to boys,” I confessed. “So, they don’t bother with trying to talk to me, I guess.” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice, but I didn’t do a very good job. It was clear that Coach had noticed it.

He let out a disappointed sigh and got up from his chair. He walked over to stand beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Oh Cindy, as pretty as you are, I bet there are lots of boys just dying to talk to you, get to know you, and ask you out.” He flashed me a kind smile. “You just have to get over being so shy.” His words were meant to be encouraging, but they only made me feel more inadequate.

“Perhaps I could be of assistance,” he offered with a kind smile. My heart raced at the thought of physically interacting with someone, something I had never experienced before. “Have you ever been kissed by a boy, Cindy?”

My cheeks flushed with heat as I shook my head nervously. “No, Coach,” I stuttered, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued by this unexpected conversation. “I’ve never even held hands or anything like that with a boy.” The admission felt foreign and vulnerable on my tongue.

He crouched down in front of me, his eyes level with mine. “Cindy, if you trust me and remain calm, I believe I can help you overcome your shyness. But you must promise to keep this strictly between us.” His tone turned serious and stern as he leaned in closer, our faces mere inches apart. “You cannot tell anyone about this.” He waited for my response.

Alarm bells rang in my head, but deep down I was desperate for validation and acceptance from my peers. So I nodded eagerly and met his gaze confidently. “Yes coach, I trust you to help me. I won’t tell anyone.” My voice wavered slightly before adding earnestly, “Please just help me become more outgoing.”

He stood up and walked over to lock the door before returning to take hold of my hand and guide me out of my seat. My heart fluttered with nervous anticipation as he led me to the stack of plastic mats in the corner of his office.

“Now Cindy, I want to assure you that I will not hurt you,” he reassured me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my leg. “I simply want to teach you some techniques that will make you more desirable to boys.” His words were like a spell, making me feel safe and at ease in his presence. “But it’s important that they also respect you,” he reminded me. “Make sure they take you out on a few dates before you try any of this, okay?”

A small part of me questioned if this was the right approach to make friends, but in that moment, all I wanted was to be accepted. And Coach seemed genuinely invested in helping me achieve that. So I pushed aside my doubts and fears and allowed him to guide me through his lessons on how to attract boys’ attention.

“Now remember Cindy,” he said, using the nickname he had given me, “what happens in this room stays between us. You can say stop at any time.”

I was tempted to call it off right then and there, but I forced myself to nod in agreement.

“I’ll do my best to remember everything you teach me, Coach,” I replied, his deep voice lulling me into a false sense of security.

“That’s the attitude, Honey,” Coach whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “In time, you will learn everything.” He leaned in closer, his hand sliding up my leg and under my skirt. His touch was electrifying, igniting a fire within me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening - I, a naive high school student, alone with a handsome coach in an empty classroom. But I was eager to learn and please him, so I played along as he instructed me to lie to my parents about taking extra lacrosse lessons in the afternoons.

As we talked, his hand traveled further up my thigh and between my legs. His touch was gentle yet possessive. “The first lesson is that you must take it nice and slow with boys,” he said in a low, seductive voice. “Make them crave what you have to offer.” His words were accompanied by delicate kisses on my neck and shoulders.

I had never been touched like this before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. Coach’s fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties, eagerly seeking out my wetness. I squirmed under his touch, yearning for more as he found my most intimate spot.

Although I had always been curious and adventurous when it came to exploring my own body, the touch of another person was something entirely different. As Coach’s skilled fingers and tongue brought me to new heights of pleasure, a forbidden thought crept into my mind - what would it feel like to see and touch a man’s cock? Without even realizing it, I found myself eagerly undoing Coach’s pants and exposing his throbbing member. But as I touched it tentatively with my hand, conflicting emotions flooded over me. Guilt and excitement warred within me as I continued to stroke him, unsure of what I truly wanted in that moment.

With a lust-filled growl, he moaned my name like a primal chant, his eyes burning with desire. “I must have a taste of your tight little pussy,” he declared, his voice thick and hungry.

Driven by pure need, I fell to my knees before him, devouring him with my mouth as he writhed in ecstasy. But that wasn’t enough - I craved more. With trembling hands, I begged him for what I wanted. “Please, Coach,” I gasped, locking eyes with him. “Let me experience you inside me. Fill me up until I can’t take it anymore.”

A smile spread across his face as he pulled me up and shed our remaining clothes. With each touch and kiss, the sensations became more intense. And as we finally gave in to our desires, all I could think about was how books could never convey the raw, carnal pleasure of being with a man.

Once I was naked, he looked at me with hunger in his eyes. “Will you take off my clothes now, Cindy?” His voice was low and eager, sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement, and without hesitation, did as he asked. As each piece of clothing fell to the floor, revealing more and more of his tanned and toned body, my desire for him only grew stronger. His cock stood proudly against his flat stomach, throbbing with need.

With a swift movement, he spun me around so that my face was nearly pressed against his stomach and my dripping pussy was level with his mouth. He started to kiss my inner thighs teasingly before sliding his tongue deep inside me, expertly tasting and teasing every inch. The overwhelming sensations sent waves of pleasure through my body, making me wetter and hotter than ever before.

I had heard of a sixty-nine before but never thought I would experience it so soon. The thought brought a small smile to my lips as I took his cock into my mouth and tasted the salty pre-cum oozing from the tip. With each hungry suck, I could feel myself growing tense with pleasure until finally, I exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm. He continued licking me faster and faster, matching the rhythm of my hips as I slammed my pussy against his face in pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me and started stroking himself until he came all over his own underwear with a loud moan. I watched in awe as he climaxed, letting out a satisfied sigh as our intense moment together came to an end.

“Why did you do that?” I asked breathlessly, trying to catch my breath. “Why didn’t you ... stick ... in my...” I trailed off, struggling to find the right words as pleasure continued to course through my body.

“Not yet, Cindy,” he said with a grin. “We have to take things one day at a time. I don’t want to show you everything all at once. That would take all the fun out of it. And besides, I want to keep you in my private classes for as long as possible.” His words sent shivers down my spine as his hand reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

As we both got dressed, I felt a mix of excitement and guilt wash over me. I had already missed one class and now Coach had written me a note to take home to my parents. They asked if I thought the extra time spent with him was actually benefiting me in any way. And I couldn’t deny it - he was teaching me things that I never would have learned otherwise.