Chapter 1

It was the last match of the high school tennis season and I shouted encouragement as one of my girls put up a spirited fight against a vastly superior opponent. The leggy fourteen-year-old gamely chased down balls all over the court. But in the second set as she tried to change direction her foot twisted awkwardly beneath her, and she fell to the ground writhing in pain.

When I reached her, the girl's left ankle was already beginning to swell. I scooped her up and carried her to her anxious parents, very conscious of my hand cradling her thighs. Those smooth shapely legs had been in my dreams a lot lately, and I never thought I would have a legitimate reason to touch them.

"Enjoy it while you can," I thought as her arms encircled my neck. "This is as close as you're ever going to get."

That was two months ago. I've never been so happy to be completely wrong.

As a teacher I'm exposed to temptation on a daily basis. If you've been in a high school lately, or a shopping mall for that matter, you know what I'm talking about. Cute, adorable, delectable girls, some barely into adolescence, display their rapidly changing bodies in all manner of provocative clothing. Do they have any idea what that does to old lechers like me?

Okay, maybe 'temptation' isn't the right word. In order to be tempted, the object of your desire has to be available. I'm sometimes 'tempted' to eat a doughnut or two after lunch even though I know they're not good for me. They're cheap and easy to get, so I need to use a little will power to resist them.

Unlike doughnuts, the girls I lusted after seemed about as attainable as a new Bentley. I contented myself with ogling them on the sly, and was never really 'tempted' to act, though I sometimes wondered if my face gave any hint of the outrageous violations of their tender young flesh going on in my imagination.

Even as my fantasies grew more twisted, the odds of actually carrying them out became more remote with each passing year. Since my divorce a few years ago, my desire was keener than ever, but after turning fifty I figured there was no way a teenaged girl would have anything to do with me, even if I could manage it without throwing my career and my life down the sewer.

Little did I know that a colleague's bad knee would change all that. Mitch, who'd coached the tennis team for years, had to give it up when his ACL blew out, so I took the job. It was not what I expected.

I knew that I'd be coaching both boys and girls, but I didn't expect all my female players to be freshmen and sophomores. In other words, fourteen through sixteen-year-olds. I didn't know that many of them had never picked up a racquet before joining the team. And what I expected least of all was that two of those freshmen girls would eventually tempt me beyond the limits of reason.

As tennis players the girls were awful, though a few, like Missy (of the sprained ankle and smooth thighs), were fine athletes. We didn't win a lot of matches but we had a great time, and by the end of the season most of the girls were my 'buddies.' This involved nothing more than teasing and occasional hugs.

When school ended for the summer, I didn't see any problem when Missy and her friend Sabrina asked me if we could get together once a week to practice. We'd meet at the public courts by the school and spend an hour or two working on ground strokes, volleys and serves. Since I was able to focus on just the two of them they made some real progress.

Unless you're vision-impaired or live under a rock, you have a pretty good idea what healthy fourteen-year-old girls look like. They're all bouncing pony tails, dewy skin, and long, coltish legs. Missy and Sabrina were two prime examples, and my lust for them knew no bounds, though I think I kept it hidden pretty well.

Missy, a brunette, was a stunningly lovely girl with the grace of a natural athlete. She was several inches taller than petite blonde Sabrina, and her breasts were more developed as well. I guessed they were at least a B-cup, maybe a C. Sabrina was pretty rather than beautiful. She had smaller tits, but she was a smaller girl and they looked just perfect on her.

They both had flawless complexions, but of very different sorts. Sabrina had the kind of luminous, porcelain skin that's almost translucent. She had to be constantly vigilant to protect her fair skin from the sun, while Missy had an olive complexion and tanned easily. Each was exquisite in her own way.

So, while I managed an outwardly professional demeanor, it was a pleasure to watch the two cuties work up a sweat. And man, did they sweat. I live the Washington area, and if you've ever been to D.C. in the summer you know it's insufferably hot and humid. By our second meeting, the girls were wearing only short shorts and sports bras and these were soaked by the time we finished.

Anyway, the trouble began as we were ending our third or fourth practice session. The girls were whispering and giggling to each other the way girls do. I packed up my stuff and tried not to salivate over their sweat-soaked bodies. Just before I was ready to leave Missy approached me.

"Um, Coach," she said, "I was wondering if I could ask you a favor."

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, me and Sabrina are invited to a pool party and um..." She hesitated.

"Gone on, ask," I said, smiling at her discomfort.

"Well, I had this big fight with my mom this morning so I don't want to go home right now, but I really need to take a shower before we go to the party so I was wondering if I could take a shower at your place," she said in a rush. Then she added, "Cuz I know you live pretty close."

"Is that all?" I said, instantly picturing her naked in my shower. "Not a problem. What about you?" I asked, looking at Sabrina.

"If it's okay," said the little blonde.

I gave them my address and drove off, leaving them to follow on their bicycles. That way I'd have a few minutes to straighten up before they arrived, and I'd be able to get in the shower first. I was pretty sweaty myself.

When I got to my condo I made sure there was nothing incriminating lying around, grabbed a beer and headed for the bathroom. I spent a little extra time grooming myself, and looking in the mirror. I was fantasizing again about my sexy little freshmen, though I still believed it was purely fantasy. Before showering I cleaned up the bathroom so it would look decent for the girls.

I had left the front door open for them, and as I dried off I could hear their voices from the living room. Then ... I gradually became aware of certain ... sounds. I figured they'd turned on the TV, and then a horrible thought occurred to me. I had watched a porn movie a few nights before—could I have left it in the DVD player? Was that the source of the sounds I heard?

After dressing in a clean T-shirt and shorts I lingered in the bathroom, a little panicked about what I'd find when I came out. Christ! If these two little girls were watching porn at my place and word got around, I'd be finished.

Finally, I took a deep breath and walked into the living room. It was even worse than I had imagined. Not only were the two fourteen-year-olds watching porn on my TV, they were drinking beers from my fridge and smoking a joint!

I was too stunned to speak at first. I just stared at them, imagining the shit storm that I was sure would soon be raining down. They were looking glassy-eyed at the TV and didn't even notice me.

After a minute, Missy looked up. "Hey, Coach," she drawled. "Cool place ya got here." Both girls laughed like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said at last.

"We're getting high and watching a movie," said Sabrina. She patted a spot between them on my big sectional leather sofa. "Why don't you sit down? You look all stressed out or something."

I sighed, took a long pull on my beer, and sat.

"There's a little bit left," said Missy, and offered me the smoldering roach.

"Uh, no, I don't think so," I said. She took a last hit and dropped it in her empty beer bottle.

"You shouldn't be watching that," I said, indicating the TV, where a girl of about eighteen was getting fucked from behind by a guy twice her age while she ate the pussy of a woman old enough to be her mother. "I'm going to jail," I muttered, mostly to myself.

"Chill out, Coach," said Missy. "I watch stuff like this on my computer all the time. But it's cool to see it in HD on the big screen."

"Right," I said, nodding stupidly. Times had certainly changed since I was a teenager.

We all watched the action on the screen for a few minutes, me rather uncomfortably. As the scene came to its, ah, climax, the teenager and the older woman teamed up to suck the guy off, sharing his huge load of semen. I expected the girls to be grossed out.

"God, that's hot," said Sabrina.

"I know," said Missy. She giggled. "Getting high makes me so horny."

"Me too," Sabrina said. "Anyone for another beer?" I watched her adorable little bubble butt as she traipsed into the kitchen for three more. She had no hips to speak of, and I thought, 'She's only a child, you pervert.'

The video's next scene showed two girls of about college age having their 'first' lesbian sex. It was shown in loving, graphic detail and I confess I watched as avidly as my two guests.

"I wish someone would lick me like that," said Missy.

"Mmmmm," said Sabrina wistfully, if not very articulately.

"You've both had boyfriends," I said. "Didn't they do that for you?"

"Fuck, no," Missy said. "My last boyfriend never once offered to eat my pussy."

"Tell me about it," said Sabrina. "That asshole Kurt went down on me once, but he said I smelled funny. I cried half the night because I thought there was something wrong with me."

Kurt? I thought. Sabrina let that obnoxious little prick touch her?

"That's a shame," I said. "Those boys don't know what they're missing." Both girls looked at me with what seemed a new appreciation.

"I bet you've eaten a lot of pussy in your day, huh Coach?" Missy said.

"Well, I don't like to brag..."

"Oooo, you have!" Missy said, laughing. "You should talk to my ex and tell him how to do it."

"Yeah," Sabrina said. "What would you say to a young guy about how to eat pussy?"

I thought for a moment. "I'd tell him that it's sort of like kissing," I said. "You have to vary your technique. Sometimes you have to be soft and gentle, and other times more forceful. You know if you're doing it right from your partner's reaction."

The girls pondered my words for a minute or two as we all watched the TV, where there was a close-up view of a girl slathering spit on the other's shaven pussy mound.

Missy said, "You make kissing sound so..." She hunted for a word.

"Sensual?" I suggested.

"Yeah. Most guys just try to stick their tongue down your throat."

"Kissing is one of the sexiest things two people can do," I said.

Another moment passed. The whole situation seemed so unreal, and I wasn't even high. Then Missy put her soft hand on my leg. "Will you show me?" she said. "About kissing?"

I looked into her dark hazel eyes and her lips parted invitingly. All concern about possible consequences went straight out the window. I placed one hand gently on her cheek and the other in her thick chestnut hair, and kissed her lips.

They were very soft and moist, and they opened eagerly for me. I teased her, moving away and then kissing her again. Her tongue brushed against my lips and I backed off. I kissed the side of her face and pulled her head back to kiss her neck. She gasped. I could hear the little cutie's breath coming faster. Her eyes were half closed.

I kissed her lips again, and trailed the tip of my tongue delicately across her upper lip, then her lower. When her tongue came out to play I backed off again, making her want it. I kissed her lips softly three or four times, each time moving away quickly. Her hand was at the back of my head now, and she tried to pull me in but I resisted.

Her eyes were open and I could see her frustration, the slight furrowing of her brow. That's what I wanted. I wanted this kiss to be a twelve on a scale of one to ten. I wanted her to remember this kiss for the rest of her life.

Using the hand wrapped in her hair, I pulled her back against the couch. I threw my leg across her body and straddled her, pinning her against the cushions. I kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue slipping between her lips at last to coil around hers. When her tongue entered my mouth I sucked on it, kissing her as passionately as I knew how, throwing everything I had into it.

She whimpered like a hungry kitten. Our tongues dueled inside her mouth again, rasping against her braces. Her hips began to rock under me. I stopped and pulled away.

"Sorry," I said, sitting again between the girls. "I got a little carried away."

Missy lay back against the cushions and panted. She looked a bit wild-eyed. Her skin, still sticky with sweat, was now glowing with arousal.

"Wow..." she said.

While I watched the rise and fall of her chest, Sabrina jumped on top of me, straddling me as I had done with her friend a minute before. Both her hands were in my hair, pulling my mouth against hers. Her tongue was in my mouth and I didn't resist. Teasing was not on her agenda. Her hips gyrated against me, and I knew she could feel my hard cock through our minimal clothing.

I placed my hands on her waist and enjoyed. God, she was tiny! My fingers almost met in the middle of her back. The little blonde was dry humping me, rubbing her mound on my stiff dick. I opened one eye and peered at Missy. She was watching with interest. Sabrina shuddered and moaned. 'Jesus Christ!' I thought. Did she just cum?

After a minute she sat up, breathing hard. "Whoa," she said. "Coach, you're a really good kisser." We all laughed. Sabrina sat back on the couch and fanned herself with a magazine. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" she said.

We laughed again, and Missy stood up, grabbing Sabrina's hand. "Come on," she said. "Let's go get that shower. I stink like a locker room."

I loved the smell of her clean girl-sweat, but I didn't tell her that. What I said was, "You know, you don't need your boyfriend to eat your pussy."

They looked at me, puzzled. I pointed at the TV, where the two college girls were locked in a steamy sixty-nine. "You have each other," I said.

"Ew!" they said in unison, and ran giggling towards the bathroom.

I went into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of vodka out of the freezer. Get a grip, I said to myself as I poured a shot. These girls are NOT going to fuck you. They're just having a little fun, doing some juvenile experimenting ... I drank it down and opened another beer.

I turned off the porn video and tidied up the place a little, wishing I had the foresight and tech savvy to install a spy cam in the bathroom. Did they get in the shower together? I wondered. What did they think of my comment about their 'having each other?'

I found a tennis match on TV to give myself something else to think about.

After what seemed a long time, the girls came out dressed in their bikinis. Sabrina looked so small and vulnerable in her near-nakedness, almost frail, and white as alabaster. Missy looked more mature and athletic, but still very slender. It was almost painful to look at them, they looked so beautiful. Such flawless skin, such delicate bone structure, such ... youth.

Jesus, Missy's tits were even more perfect than I thought.

I whistled in admiration. "You look, uh, nice," I said. "Are you ready for the pool party?"

"Could we have another beer first?" Missy said. "That shower felt good, but it killed my buzz."

"Sure, why not," I said and went into the kitchen. When I came back Missy was lighting up a joint and Sabrina was fiddling with the remote.

"Why'd you turn the movie off?" she asked, as she looked through the porn video's scene selection. She picked one of my favorites: in it, an older guy is seduced by a young girl playing his stepdaughter.

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "Maybe because it's not appropriate viewing for girls your age? And I could get arrested for corruption of minors?"

"Whatever," Missy said. She held the joint out to me. "Come on, Coach, get high with us this time."

"Well, maybe just one or two hits," I said, reaching for the joint.

"Wait!" she said. "Let's do a shotgun." She sat on my lap and carefully placed the glowing end of the joint inside her mouth. I hadn't done one of these since college...

She put one arm around my neck to steady herself and blew smoke into my mouth. I sucked it into my lungs.

"One more?" she said as I blew it out. I took another big hit from the teenager's mouth, enjoying her bare legs resting in my lap. I could feel my dick getting hard again. I closed my eyes and sagged into the chair as a huge head rush overcame me.

"Good stuff, huh?" she said, and laughed as I nodded lazily. She went back to the couch to sit next to her friend. They smoked and watched the movie. The guy was eating the young girl's pussy, her legs in the air.

"You know, Coach," Sabrina said, "when we were in the shower we talked about what you said."

I raised my eyebrows. "What did I say?"

"You know," she went on, "about how we have each other. We thought about it, but we just couldn't do it. It would be too weird."

"That's too bad," I said. "You'd probably like it."

"It looks really amazing." Missy said, without taking her eyes from the screen. "But we've been friends since, like, first grade. We need somebody else to do it."

"Did you have anyone in mind?" I said, mentally crossing my fingers.

The girls looked at each other. "Well..." Sabrina said, "We think you should do it."

"Because you're a good kisser and we think you'd do it right," added Missy.

I shook my head sadly. "I would love to," I said, "but that would be crazy. I could lose my job and go to prison."

"Aw, Coach, no you won't," Missy said. "We promise not to tell anybody."

"Sorry, it's just too much of a risk—"

"We'll suck your dick," Sabrina said. Missy looked at her, as surprised as I was. Then she slowly smiled.

"Yeah," she agreed. "We'll suck your dick."

I looked at the two fourteen-year-old cuties in their bikinis. How could I refuse? How could anyone refuse?

"Okay," I said. I went over to the sofa and sat next to Missy. She looked at me in anticipation. I kissed her mouth, but this time I didn't tease her. We kissed deeply, and my hands roamed her slender body. When I fumbled with the string that held her bikini top, Sabrina, sitting behind her, untied it for me. I broke off the kiss to focus on her breasts.

They were magnificent. Almost perfect hemispheres, they were the size of grapefruit cut in half. The small nipples were light brownish pink, and their inverted tips popped out when I began to play with them.

"Jesus," I said. "They're beautiful." I squeezed her perfect tits and she sighed when I began to suck the nipples. It was finally happening—after all the years of fantasizing, I was devouring the tits of a scrumptious teenaged girl. And it was awesome.

"What about mine?" Sabrina asked, abruptly sitting on my lap. Her bikini top was gone and her small, cone-shaped tits were just in front of my face. They were very different from Missy's but every bit as sweet: upturned, with puffy immature aureoles so pale pink that they were scarcely distinguishable from the milky white skin around them.

"These are very lovely, too," I said. I tried to kiss her lips, but she pushed my head down to her breasts. That was okay with me. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and chewed gently on it while twisting the right one with my fingers.