1 On 1 With Coach – By Strawberry1

1 on 1 With Coach

“Good game, boys!” John praised the throng of youngsters walking off the field toward where he was standing by a cooler filled with mini water bottles. John adjusted his baseball cap as the sun cast a golden glow on the field. He thought of Paul, and was again disappointed that he couldn’t attend his son’s bachelor party. But as he looked at pint sized baseball players high-fiving each other, he knew made the right choice. After all, his ISA trips had severely cut into his little league coaching over the years. As the sun continued to set, the boys made their way back to their parents in the stands. John looked on, hoping to see Marlena on the bleachers. She usually made it to the games, but she had been swamped with paperwork ever since they left Bayview. He understood, but it would be a lie if he told himself he didn’t miss the site of Marlena in a town of Salem t-shirt and cap in the stands. The thought of it alone brought a smile to his face. Once the team cleared out, he lifted the cooler, swung his equipment bag over his shoulder, and headed back toward his Jeep.

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Marlena stood in front of the mirror at the townhouse, adjusting the ribbon in her hair. “Mr. Black, Mr. Black, you are in for quite the surprise,” Marlena chuckled to herself as she added the final touches to her cheerleading uniform. The idea popped into her head a few nights ago when she was leaving Salem U. She had begun teaching an introductory psychiatry class at night and the class got out just as the cheerleaders were leaving practice. She would see them on the way to the parking lot, and that’s when the clever idea popped into her head. John had been torturing himself for weeks about missing Paul’s impromptu bachelor party. She tried to tell him several times that Paul would understand his commitment to the team, but she knew he still felt guilty. That’s when she decided John would see a strip tease tonight – just not at his son’s party. Last night, she let her class out early and snooped around the field where the cheerleaders held practice. Thinking on her feet, she asked one of them if she could borrow a uniform for a “lecture on college stereotypes.” Sure, it would seem ridiculous to anyone in the field, but the the student seemed to buy it and handed her a spare pleated skirt, top, and pom-poms. She gave her pony tail a last tug, grabbed her pompoms, and headed into the living room.

Peering out the window, she saw that John was just pulling up. She smiled at the sight of him in that backwards baseball cap. When she saw that he was nearing the door, she quickly got into place. Her heart was going a mile a minute as she heard the sound of him unlocking the door.

John lost his breath when he opened the door to see Marlena standing by the sofa in… a cheerleading uniform?!

“Whoa…doc,” was just about all he could say.

“Hey, coach,” Marlena teased, “think you could stay later for some extra practice?“

John swallowed hard, dropping his bag to the floor. “Anything for the hottest girl on the team,” he teased back as he rushed over to her, quickly grabbing onto her arms and causing her to drop her pompoms. Losing all patience at the sight of Marlena in a mini skirt and pony tail, he dragged her to the nearest wall and pressed her against it. He gave the uniform another once over before drawing his attention to her lips. He kissed her deeply, using one hand to hold her against the wall as the other went to her hair untied the ribbon, allowing the curls to fall loosely and frame her face. Marlena yelped. He then allowed both of his hands to get lost in her hair as his hips kept her steady against the wall.

“Still upset about Paul’s party?” Marlena asked as the kiss broke. John ignored her question entirely and latched onto her neck. Her fingers combed through his silver hair as John sucked from ear down to the collar of her uniform.

“Lift your arms up,” John groaned. Marlena did as he instructed, and John slid the top over her head. “Ooh, Doc,” he groaned again at the sight of Marlena topless in her skirt. His hands immediately went to her breasts as she threw her head back against the wall. He gave them a rough squeeze before taking her lips in another kiss. Deciding to have a little fun, Marlena got back into character.

“Wait,” she spoke between kisses. Reluctantly, John pulled away for a second. “Coach, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Oh, yeah, and what’s that?” John asked as his hands toyed with the pleats on her skirt.

“I’ve never done this before,” Marlena changed the game. John took a second to process what she’d said, and decided to play along.

“Okay, we’ll go slow,” John assured as he knelt down. Marlena’s legs began to shake at what she knew he was about to do. Lifting her skirt and adjusting himself between her legs, he moved her panties to the side. “Tell me how this feels…” John began kissing her – first softly, and then more aggressively. Marlena bit her lip, attemping to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her mouth.

“J-” Marlena began, but then corrected herself, “Coach,” she cried as he buried his face in her center.

“It’s okay, I want you to come,” John encouraged. Marlena surrendured herself completely to the sensation and shook against John’s face.

“Tell me how this feels,” John instructed as he slid a finger slowly inside her.

“OH, oh,” Marlena chanted as John began sliding it in and out.

“Do you like this, baby?” John asked. Marlena simply nodded, still biting her lip.

“More,” Marlena breathed out, bracing herself against the wall with her hands.

John obliged, sliding another finger in and watching her face contort in pleasure. Growing impatient with John’s pace, Marlena cried out again, “I’m ready, John.”

“Ready for what, baby?” John asked, knowing full well what she wanted.

“I’m ready to feel you inside me,” Marlena moaned, still trying to bounce herself against John’s fingers.

John quickly withdrew his fingers and rose to standing, extending his hand. Marlena took it and John led her to the bedroom. John took off his t shirt and shorts and threw them to the side, climbing onto the bed and motioning for Marlena to join him. John laid down and guided Marlena on top.

“Go as slow as you need,” John assured, giving into her fantasy.

Marlena carefully climbed onto him and guided his erection to her waiting center. Slowly she slid down, thick inch by thick inch.

“OH, JOHN!” she cried out, any recollection of their roleplaying went out the window as she began to ride him. “John, John, John,” she cried under her breath, surprised at how close she was considering they had only just begun. John’s hands found her hips as she bounced vigorously. John stared down at the skirt she was still wearing and smiled to himself, glad she had forgotten to take it off before they started. He looked up at the look of determination and lust on her face and it was all he could do to keep from coming. But he held off, allowing her to have this moment. Sliding his hand under her skirt, he found her clit and began rubbing her again, watching as her eyes rolled back from the sensation. “I’m gonna cum,” she cried seconds before exploding over his shaft. John followed quickly behind. Marlena collapsed against his chest, completely spent.

Moments passed in silence before Marlena spoke, “So, did you like my uniform?” They both laughed as Marlena lifted up from him and tossed her skirt to the side before joining him again under the covers.

“I didn’t realize you were on the Salem U cheerleading team,” John teased.

“Well, I may not cheer for Salem U. But I was once a cheerleader, you know.”

John swallowed hard. He hadn’t known that. But the thought threatened to get him hard once again.

“No, honey, I didn’t know that,” John stammered, unable to get the thought of a teenage Marlena in her cheerleading uniform out of his mind.

Marlena was surprised, but then again, this wasn’t entirely uncommon. There were things from her past that she always assumed he knew… well, because Roman knew.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to show you some of my moves sometime,” Marlena teased, knowing the effect this was having on John.

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” John laughed, drawing her close and tucking her head against his chest.