Coach Oscar's Massage

The gymnasium was a whirlwind of squeaky sneakers and flying hair as the game wound down it's last few minutes, and the Springfield Thunderhawks were only up by 2 points. They had made it to the semifinals in the Pinnacle Hoops Girl's Classic Tournament, a state-wide girl's basketball tournament that only came around once a year.

The girls had fought hard to make it this far, and each of them had developed a deep bond amongst her teammates. The group of 16, 17 and 18-year old girls had become close friends, brought together under the patient tutelage of their coach, known only to them as Coach Oscar. At his insistence, of course.

At fifty-one years of age he struggled to maintain a persona of distinguished gentleman rather than old, middle-aged man past his prime, and he did a pretty decent job of it. His hair was brown and he kept it short, which matched his eyes and meshed well with his tan skin. He dressed well and was in good shape for his age. His six-pack abs had slowly begun to morph into the beginnings of a belly, but overall he was still strong and fit, and totally capable of running up and down the sidelines as he coached his girls during their games.

As the seconds ticked down, their star point guard, an 18-year old senior named Paula, went for a fast break and sprinted down the court. She made it to the opposing team's end before she was stopped by a defender, but after a quick pass to the outside, she faked around her and drove towards the net. As she turned to receive the pass back, her body slammed into an opposing defenseman, which knocked her around and caused her ankle to twist further than any human foot was meant to go.

There was a loud 'POP!' sound as Paula's ankle rolled severely, and she fell to the glossy floor with a scream. The referee immediately blew his whistle, pausing the game, and several of her fellow teammates rushed to Paula's side. Coach Oscar and their teams' doctor were quick to follow.

The crowd grew silent as Paula let out another yelp. The doctor tried to touch her foot but she flinched and cried out again, obviously in extreme pain. Her ankle was already beginning to swell.

"What happened, Paula?" her best friend Maria asked. She had been in play when Paula fell and she hadn't actually seen the accident.

"Twisted her ankle," Angie said, another team member. They were all crowded around in a circle now, watching with concern as the team doctor examined her.

"From the looks of it, you gave yourself a pretty severe strain. Maybe even pulled a tendon. You won't be playing anymore today," the doctor said. "I saw it happen, your leg twisted pretty badly and then you fell on top of it."

The coach nudged his way through the team members and knelt down next to Paula on the other side, so that he and the doctor were flanking her. "Is she going to be ok, doc?" he asked.

"Yes, after a few days. She needs to rest it as much as possible and keep it elevated. I'm afraid she's going to be missing the next few games," he answered.

Oscar's face showed his dismay at these words, but he wasn't so callous as to say them out loud. The truth was, their teams chances of winning the tournament had pretty much just gone out the window without Paula. But, obviously, her well-being was more important.

Paula looked up at him, and he could tell the same thought had crossed her mind as well. She knew how good she was. Without her leading the team, they were likely in trouble. "I... I don't think...," she tried to say, but then grimaced as she attempted to move her foot again. She shook her head. "No. I... I can't. I'm sorry, Coach," she ended sadly.

"No! No, don't be ridiculous, Paula! You've been incredible, and you got the team this far. Not me. Even if you're not in the game you'll be there to help me lead them from the side." He smiled reassuringly at her. The last thing he wanted was for her to blame herself for getting injured and costing them the tournament.

"She needs to get off the court and preferably off her feet. Now that the game is over anyway I strongly suggest you take her to her hotel room," the doctor said. He looked at Coach Oscar, and with an unspoken word they both slipped an arm under Paula's armpit and managed to pull her to an upright position. She kept her injured leg elevated, standing on one foot.

As Paula regained her feet, the crowd suddenly let out a loud cheer. She looked up at them and managed a pained smile that was more of a grimace, lifting her fingers in a weak wave.

The rest of the team watched as their captain limped off the court. The crowd was clapping, happy to see her up and moving, but the team's heart collectively sank. Paula was a popular girl, and well liked by all of them. The assistant coach, Coach Turner, rushed over to the limping girl and began toweling her face as Oscar and the team doctor helped her to the bench. They gently lowered her to a sitting position and began the difficult process of removing her shoe without causing her too much pain.

Unfortunately at this stage of the tournament, they were currently at an away game and about a hundred miles from home. Many of the younger girls' parents were traveling with the team, but not so in Paula's case. She had younger siblings to take care of, and her parents deemed her old enough now to make the trip without them. She was instead sharing a room with Maria, her best friend and fellow senior.

"Are you ok, Paula?" Maria asked her now, as she followed them over with the rest of the team. The game was over and they had won, but the victory was bittersweet as their fallen captain took priority.

Paula nodded, her face still a mask of pain. "Yeah, it's just sprained. I just need to rest it." She looked at her friends and teammates sadly. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't mess up our chances. You guys might have to win it without me."

There were collective moans and cries of "no!" but Paula only smiled at them. "I'll do what I can to rest it. Right now I just need to lie down and put it up on a bed."

Coach Turner nodded and looked at Coach Oscar. "Why don't one of us take her to the hotel. The girls still need to eat dinner. I can take them, if you want."

Oscar tried to refuse, and several of the girls agreed, but Coach Turner was adamant. "She needs her rest, and these girls just won a huge game. They need to eat. We just... won't go out to ice cream without her." She winked at Paula.

"It's ok guys, really," Paula said quietly. "Go ahead and eat. Just bring me back something, ok?"

"But Paula...!" Maria whined, but Paula put up a hand.

"I mean it, I feel bad enough for what happened. Don't let me ruin the whole trip." She smiled reassuringly at her friend. "I'll see you when you get back. Maybe by then my foot will be feeling better."

Grudgingly, the team agreed, and with heavy hearts they made their way slowly back to the bus. The girls were hot and still dressed in their uniforms, but the plan was to stop and get a quick dinner, probably fast food followed by ice cream, then back to the hotel for showers and sleep. Since Paula was injured and heading straight to the hotel, the team decided to eat a quick meal and then head straight back, skipping the celebratory dessert.

The bus pulled up in front of the hotel entrance with a hiss, and the driver popped open the door. Carefully, holding her hand as she hopped on one foot, Coach Oscar helped Paula down the steps of the bus. The doors closed shut again with a clatter, and the bus prepared to move out.

The girls yelled out the window at Paula as the bus pulled away, shouting all together as teenage girls will often do. None of them sounded particularly happy but they did their best to sound cheerful for Paula's sake, waving to her and promising to bring her back something special for dinner. Paula waved back at them with a sad smile, one arm linked around Coach Oscar's for balance.

They watched until the bus finally disappeared around the corner, then Paula looked up at her coach, the man who had been almost like a second father to her for the past three years. "Will you help me up, Coach? I just want to lie down and ice my foot. But first, I need to figure out how I'm going to shower."

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Oscar looked at her. He had always been particularly close with Paula, and the two of them got along surprisingly well. There's was a father-daughter relationship, and she often came to him for advice. He enjoyed being there for her, having two daughters of his own. But his daughters didn't want to talk to yucky old Dad anymore, and so he had Paula. And, of course, deep down in the darkest corners of his heart, Oscar couldn't deny that he also found her unbelievably gorgeous.

She was not very tall despite being a basketball player, but she was a point guard and she was fast, standing at only around 5'5". Her hair was an auburn red, and spilled down her shoulders in thick, wavy locks that beautifully framed her young face. Her eyes were a dark green and her cheeks were round and pink, her face covered lightly all over with a smattering of freckles. She had a body that was full but curvy, and she had a generous set of breasts that pushed tightly on the fabric of her jersey. Currently her hair was tied back in a ponytail for the game, and it bounced repeatedly in Oscar's face as he helped her limp to the elevator in the hotel lobby, tickling his nose.

As they rode up to the eighteenth floor where Paula's room was located, she took a minute to lean against the hand rails that were generously placed along the wall. Their tiny little box carried them up to their destination, and Paula smiled at Oscar.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Coach. I really appreciate everything you're doing for me. Sorry I messed everything up," she said softly. Her voice was tinged with a mix of gratitude and sadness. She tried to keep her bad leg lifted up as they rode the elevator, the inertia putting extra pressure on her good leg and making her flinch.

"Oh, of course, Paula... that's what coaches do. Right now we just need to make sure you're feeling better as soon as possible. If you miss the next game, well... it'll be hard, but that's life. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. Your health always comes first." Oscar said kindly, and smiled at her. He was grateful that she had stopped leaning on him to give his shoulder a rest, but at the same time he had enjoyed the closeness.

"I know. But I'm still going to do what I can to heal faster. Stupid ankle...," she looked down at her foot with a pout that made Oscar laugh.

Paula smiled as well. "It's not funny! I mean, that big chick came up behind me and wailed me right as I was turning towards the net. Totally knocked me for a loop. And why wasn't there a foul on that?"

Oscar only smiled and shook his head. "There probably should've been, but by then the game was over and we already won. Giving us two foul shots wouldn't have helped. Just be happy it's over and you did it! Even with the injury you were still the game's MVP!"

Paula's eyes widened at this revelation just as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. "I was?"

Coach Oscar nodded. "You were. I heard the announcements as we were walking out, but I don't blame you for not hearing it. You were a bit preoccupied." He smiled. "But yes, you've led the team in points per game so far this whole tournament. And you've been an exceptional team captain as well. Up until this injury you haven't missed a single minute of game time. You should be proud."

They exited the elevator slowly, Paula once again accepting her coach's help. He wrapped an arm around her waist this time, enjoying her warmth and the feminine curve of her waist. He was a married man, but his wife of 26 years had grown very cold and distant in recent years, and she didn't allow him to touch her often. Their sex life had basically ended over a decade ago, and on the rare special occasion that she did let him crawl on top of her and finish his business it was a brief and cold affair. Oscar loved his wife very much. But he was a passionate man, and he had primal urges that were impossible to deny.

When they finally reached Paula's hotel room, they stopped and she leaned heavily on him. Oscar slid his arm tighter around her waist, holding her tight. On his other arm he carried her small purse, and she reached for this now, looking for the room key. When she finally found the small white keycard, she slid it into the door, making a click! sound and causing a green light to flash. The door was now unlocked.

Oscar pushed the heavy wooden door open and flipped on the lights to Paula's modest hotel room. It was cold in there, the air conditioner having been left on, which felt good to Paula after the game and the rigorous trip back. The room was clean but simple. Two queen-sized beds stretched out side by side, across from a small flat screen TV mounted on the wall, mounted above a shelving unit containing a mini fridge and a microwave. There was a chair in one corner, and an end table between the beds holding a phone.

"Where are we going? The bed?" Oscar asked, now half dragging Paula into the room. He began to carry her in that direction without waiting for an answer, but she shook her head.

"To the bathroom, please. I really need a shower. I can't relax if I'm all stinky and sweaty on the clean sheets." She looked exhausted as she continued to hop on one foot, but Coach Oscar obliged. He could understand wanting to hit the showers first. They turned towards the bathroom, which was right by the front door, and Oscar flipped on the light as she hopped inside, now using the bathroom counter for support. She bounced over to the toilet and then turned and sat down, completely on her own.

"See? I'm fine, Coach! Never better...," she said cheerfully, her voice trailing off at the end. Coach Oscar stood in the doorway, unsure of what he could do to help.

Paula bent down and tried to pull off the sock that covered her swollen foot, and almost immediately let out a yelp of pain. It was sensitive even to the touch, and Oscar rushed back into the bathroom to help. He squatted at her feet, taking her swollen leg in his hands, holding it up high by her knee so as not to hurt her more.

As he gently picked at the tip of her sock, sliding it slowly down her calf, Paula looked at Coach Oscar and smiled. He was staring intently at her leg, watching the sock slide over the bruising and trying with all his might to be careful. To not hurt her. It sent a tingle down Paula's spine, watching this strong, grown man be so gentle and nurturing of her.

Her sock finally removed, they looked at Paula's foot and grimaced together. It had swollen considerably and was turning a beautiful shade of violet, and was obviously not going to be well enough in only a few days. Paula looked at it and pouted.

"It looks terrible," she said, her bottom lip sticking out adorably. "I'm going to miss the whole tournament."

Oscar's hand was still holding Paula's leg up. As they gazed at the damage he absently began rubbing her leg, massaging her calf just above the injured area. "You might," he said honestly. "But it might just look worse than it is cause it's still swollen. Wait until morning and we'll see." He tried to sound positive, but he couldn't hide the doubt in his voice.

Paula closed her eyes, a soft groan escaping her lips as her coach continued to rub her leg gently. After the rigors of the games they had been playing, her legs were always sore these days, and the added injury made the massage feel even better. She didn't stop him when he reached up with his other hand and began rubbing her exposed thighs, instead eliciting another loud groan from her. Her face contorted in mixed pleasure and pain, her mouth hanging open slightly as she whimpered at his touch.

His hand began to roam, both of them now rubbing her upper thigh as she rested her injured ankle on his shoulder. His face was deep between her legs now, and he was close enough that he could smell her scent, a mixture of body odor and arousal that made him feel dizzy. One hand rubbed the large tendon on the top of her thigh while his other hand massaged it from below, and as he worked her flesh around expertly, he began to move higher and higher up her leg.

Eventually his wandering fingers found their way inside of Paula's uniform shorts, and he felt himself caressing her upper thigh. For one glorious moment she seemed ok with it, still squeezing her eyes shut and moaning, and he shouldn't have pressed his luck. But then he attempted to move up one more time and she jumped. Her eyes flew open and she gave him a look that told him to be careful.

"Sorry," Coach Oscar said softly, then slid his hands gently down the length of Paula's thigh. She felt another shiver, and closed her eyes once more when Oscar switched hands to her other leg. The good leg, and yet he began to massage it anyway, rubbing this teenage girls thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Paula squeezed her eyes shut again, letting him run his hands over her bare legs and massaging the tender muscles. There was a part of her mind that told her she should probably be putting a stop to this, that Coach Oscar was obviously going too far. But she trusted him, had been close with him for a few years now, and she knew he would never cause her any harm. And besides, her legs were much more sore than she realized and his massage felt incredible.

Her groans got louder as he began moving his hands up the length of her thigh once more, this time rubbing the healthy leg while her sore leg rested alluringly on his shoulder. As his hands moved closer to her waist, so did his face, and there was now no question in his mind that she was enjoying his touch. As his fingers slipped over the crease of her waist, he felt the soft down of her pubic hair briefly brush the back of his hand, and his heart skipped a beat. Paula gasped, and once more her eyes fly open in surprise.

"I think that's good... um, Coach Oscar," she stammers, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I'm just going to get in the shower, now. Thank you for your help."

Oscar nods and stands up quickly. He's concerned as well, afraid that he went too far with a teenage girl that is supposed to be under his care. The last thing he wants to do is take advantage of her. It's true that he finds himself irresistibly drawn to her, but he would never attempt anything without her consent first. He cared for Paula, and would never force it.

"Of course, of course...," he stammered, his own face turning red. "I didn't mean to... well... I mean I was just trying to help...."

Paula nodded. "Yeah... no, it was a... a yeah...," she babbled herself. "That felt really good though. Thank you. My legs have been hurting a lot." She looked around the bathroom, unsure of what to say next.

"Ok, so I'll just go wait in the room. In case you need anything." Oscar said, backing towards the door. "Do you need help getting in?"

"No!" she said, louder than she meant to. "No. I'm ok, thank you. I'll manage."

Coach Oscar nodded, then turned and shut the door. He entered the room and took a seat on the end of the bed closest to the bathroom. He considered turning on the television but then decided it wasn't worth the trouble. He was here for Paula, not for relaxing.

After a moment, the shower can be heard turning on. He wondered how she was going to get through the whole thing while standing on one foot, but Paula was a strong, independent girl, and he had no doubt she would manage on her own. His mind drifted instead from thoughts of Paula in the shower on one foot, to simply Paula in the shower, and he felt his groin respond.

Several minutes pass, during which time he was able to entertain multiple fantasies of his dream girl naked in the room next door. He would've had plenty of time to masturbate, but he was far too afraid he'd be caught, and so he didn't even try. It was roughly ten minutes later when Coach Oscar started to suspect she must be almost done when suddenly there was a loud thump from the bathroom and he heard her cry out.

"Paula!" he shouted as he leaped from the bed and rushed for the bathroom door. It wasn't locked, of course, as he had shut it himself. He flung open the door quickly, ready to rush to the aid of his fallen team captain and secret crush. Instead, the sight that greeted him shouldn't have surprised him... and yet somehow it did.

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She was naked of course, which is what he was expecting. But to actually see the teenage girl's naked body, wet and exposed to him in all it's glory, was something else entirely. His heart started to race at the sight of her, and he was vaguely aware that he was now bulging with a modest erection.

Her breasts were round and hung only slightly low, the weight of them fighting a losing battle with gravity. They stuck out in perky points, her hardened nipples large and puffy, the areolas a dark, rosy pink. He could see that she was unshaven, her labial lips long and plump, and covered in a thick garden of natural hair. She had trimmed it only perfunctorily, tracing a perfect rectangle on the farthest edges. Currently she was sitting on the floor of the shower, leaning against the wall as the water trickled down upon her, her head in her hand. When Oscar burst into the room she looked up quickly, and clumsily attempted to stand up in her eagerness to cover herself. Her leg would not allow it, of course, and she was forced back to a sitting position on the floor with a groan.

"Oh my god, Paula, what happened?" Oscar asked in a panic, and rushed to her side. He didn't care that the shower water was now pouring down on him as well as he grabbed her under her arms and began pulling her up. She wrapped them around his neck, the generous swell of her breasts pressing against his chest, and he could feel how hard her nipples were as she hugged him back tightly. He wrapped his own arms around her naked back, and had to resist the urge to move his hands down further.

"I slipped. I slipped and landed on my knee. But I'm ok...," Paula whispered frantically in his ear as she hugged him. She was completely naked and dripping wet, but neither of them seemed to notice or care. "It scared me, I thought I was going to hurt myself worse, but I'm ok..."

Oscar nodded against her as she hugged him. He hugged her back, supporting her weight as she clung to his neck. He was keenly aware of how unbelievably exposed she was, feeling her warm, slippery flesh underneath his fingers, the firmness of her tits pressed against his body.

She seemed to realize it too, as she pulled away from him suddenly with a startled "oh!" sound. Taking a clumsy step back, she placed one arm across the ample fullness of her breasts and the other over the thick patch of ginger hair between her legs. This did little to cover her, of course, and Oscar was again treated to a vision from out of his dreams. Her body was full, but curvy in the all the right places, proportional to her body in the best possible way. Her stomach was a canvas of unblemished teenage skin, and gently curved inwards before flaring out into her full, round hips. She was a natural beauty, and if Oscar wasn't in love before he was certainly falling for her now.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be in here...," he stammered, embarrassed. He started backing away towards the open door. "I just heard you fall, I had to make sure..."

"It's ok... it's fine...," Paula said as she blushed furiously, trying frantically to find a towel. "Like I said I landed on my knee. But it was the good one." She shrugged and grinned sweetly. "That's what you get for jumping in the shower."

Oscar grabbed the folded bathroom towel that was sitting on the counter and handed it quickly to Paula, making a show of shielding his eyes. He knew he wasn't supposed to look and he knew that it was the proper thing to do, but he just simply couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to look at her regardless. He discreetly peeked at her young, soft body, the sensuous curves of her wide hips and the yielding flesh of her full breasts.

Paula's pussy was briefly exposed as she reached for the towel and quickly wrapped it around herself. Oscar was treated to the tantalizing sight of her plump, pink labia for only a second, long and pouty as she squeezed her thighs together. The soft down of her auburn patch perfectly framed them, neatly trimmed to be natural but clean, and he found himself almost overcome with desire as his member grew painfully inside his of his pants.

"Well... I'm... glad you're ok," he stammered, feeling more awkward than he ever had in his life. "I guess I'll just go wait in the bedroom, in case you need anything. Or should I just go?"

"No... no, don't go," Paula said, feeling slightly more confidant now that she was covered up. She leaned against the wall, her injured leg lifted up. "I might need your help again."

"Ok. I'll wait, then," Oscar said, feeling silently relieved. He really didn't want to leave, not now. As he started to back out of the bathroom again, Paula stopped him.

"Wait! I mean... right now. Don't leave me." Her voice cracked on the last sentence. Clearly she was a girl that was in more emotional distress than she was letting on.

Oscar's heart went out to her. Here was a girl that was the star player of her team and also it's captain, and now she was in the finals of a state tournament. Everyone had counted on her to lead her team to victory. If that alone wasn't enough pressure, now she had injured her leg, meaning that she wouldn't be able to deliver on that promise. She was only eighteen, she was away from home, she was hurt, and she must feel like she had failed everyone. And yet, despite it all, she continued to put on a cheerful smile and push on, telling her teammates that everything would be ok.

"Oh Paula...," he said softly. "I'm right here. Whatever you need, sweetheart."

She nodded, looking down at the floor. The bath towel was wrapped around her body but her ample bosom made it a close fit, and she had to hold it closed with one hand. "I know, Coach. And I super appreciate that."

"Do you need help making it to the bed?" he asked gently. Oscar wanted to be there for her but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in this awkward situation. He was in the bathroom, alone with a member of the team he was supposed to be looking out for. They had already engaged in some pretty questionable behavior, and now she was asking him to stay.

"Yes, please," she said softly. Her voice was such a high pitched squeak that he almost didn't understand her. As he took a step towards her, her body stiffened, as if she was afraid of what he might do. But then he reached out an arm and she put her hand in his.

She teetered for a moment, now no longer bracing herself with the wall. Her other hand continued to hold the towel shut, and as she began to move towards him it fluttered open with every jump, granting Oscar an enticing view of the soft, smooth flesh of her midriff and the occasional glimpse of ginger bush.

"That's it," he whispered encouragingly to her as she hopped slowly towards him. "Let's get off this tile floor and onto the carpet. Then it's just a few bunny hops to the bed and you're in for the night!"

She chuckled, a beautiful sound that sent a wave of pleasure through his body. "That sounds wonderful, except there's one problem. I don't have any clothes on."

Oscar tried to hide the blush that crept up his cheeks. Obviously he was aware of this, but hearing the teenage girl he loved tell him so directly, while standing in an empty hotel room, was surprisingly arousing. Her voice was young and sweet and only slightly husky in a way that he found extremely sexy.

"Well... yes. I guess you should get dressed. If you want to." He shrugged, not realizing how flirtatious this sounded until Paula laughed.

"Yeah Coach, I guess you're ok with it either way, huh?" She chuckled. "You've already seen me naked now so I guess it doesn't matter." They reached the end of the bed and Oscar helped her to sit down on it.

"Oh, I think it matters," he said, smiling. "I'm your Coach and we're on a trip together. Your parents are trusting me with you and so far I've already crossed a line with that leg massage. I should probably be leaving now."

Paula looked up at him sadly, her green eyes suddenly puppy dog eyes. Oscar looked down at her in return, his heart secretly melting at the look on her face but still trying in vain to maintain his honor. "Please, Coach. Don't leave me just yet." Her voice dripped with honey.

Oscar stood there, fidgeting and unsure. Memories of his wife kept flashing through his mind, memories of when their marriage was new and they were happy together. Times when they laughed together, of the wedding day itself.

And then he thought of Irene in more recent years. They were a functional couple and possibly even a happy one to an extent, but they had long since ceased being a passionate couple. She had always been a very sexually repressed woman, and was never willing to fulfill his darker desires. Even oral sex was out of the question with his wife. Oscar couldn't help but think that Irene might even approve of him having an affair if she knew about it, because then she wouldn't have to touch him herself.

In any case he was only human. And humans had certain needs that needed to be met, one way or another. He vowed to tell his wife about it if anything happened with Paula, and even offer to let her find another partner of her own if she desired. And if she actually did this, he might even watch.

"I won't leave just yet, Paula," he finally said quietly. "I should at least make sure you're settled in bed before I go. Get you whatever you need. Do you need ice? I can run to the ice machine..."

Paula chuckled and shook her head. "I don't have anything to drink yet, so I don't need any ice. Thank you, though." She looked down at herself, suddenly shy. "I need... help..."

Oscar's eyebrows shot up. "Help? Whatever you need, sweetie. What do you need help with?"

Paula looked up at him, her eyes wide and sad again. "Well... getting dressed. I have pajamas in my bag, but I'm worried about my foot with the pants. You were so gentle with me earlier I thought you might be able to do it without, y'know... making it hurt."

He froze. What she was asking him would definitely cross those boundaries again, because he would have to see her naked. Touch her naked body. Run his hands up her naked thighs...

"Are you... are you sure?" he finally asked, a mix of confusion and surprise in his voice.

She looked at him levelly, her eyes wide and innocent. "I'm sure, Coach. I trust you."

As she said the words she suddenly stripped the towel off of herself, flinging it to the floor in-between the beds. She sat there in front of him, her large, luscious breasts hanging free, her areolas pink and puffy, the nubs hard and erect. Though full-figured, her body maintained an hourglass curve that flared into her shapely hips as she sat on the bed. Her round thighs were spread apart, and her large, plump labial lips lay before him, surrounded by it's patch of curly down.

Coach Oscar stared, mesmerized by the sight of Paula's teenage body lying back on full display for him. The light from the nightstand perfectly accentuated the dips and curves of her stomach, the delicate line of her waist giving way to the gentle rise of her ribcage. Her skin was like porcelain, and was lightly covered in a smattering of freckles, most of them following the line of her back and up the slope of her chest.

"Paula... I... don't know...," Oscar managed. The sight of her naked body so openly revealed to him left him reeling. "What...?"

She giggled. "My bag, Coach. I need my pajama pants and panties. Down there." She pointed at the side of the bed where a heavy blue suitcase rested. "And while you're in there, if you could grab me my unicorn Destiny, too, please."

Oscar started, slowly making his body move and do as he was bidden. It was like he was inside a dream, and he expected at any moment to wake up. Dreams this good never lasted.

"Your... unicorn?" he asked her, as he bent down and flipped open the latch. He opened the lid, and before she could even answer him he saw what she meant. Lying carefully on top of her clothes was a small, plush unicorn.

"That's her, that's my Destiny!" she exclaimed, and laughed. Then she looked at her Coach, and her smile faded somewhat. "I know it's childish, but I've had her since I was super little. She's my good luck charm."

Oscar smiled and handed her the unicorn plush. Paula took it and hugged it tightly as he attempted to find her pajamas and panties for her.

"On the side, no... the other side....," she instructed Oscar, watching from the bed. She was still completely naked, but now her lucky unicorn was pressed against her soft breasts.

At last he found what she needed, pulling out a pair of fuzzy pajamas triumphantly. He placed them on the bed next to her.

"My panties are in the side pocket," she said, pointing towards a hidden zipper on the inside. She grinned mischievously as she watched him open it. Inside were several pairs of thin, silky panties in different colors.

"Which ones?" he asked, still feeling like he was speaking from another world. He couldn't believe he was getting the opportunity to do these things with the teenage girl he was secretly in love with.

She giggled. "Surprise me," she said, then leaned back on her elbows.

Oscar took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. Without looking at them he selected a pair of panties from her suitcase, then stood up and moved back to the end of the bed. He held them up to show her, as if asking for approval.

"Blue, good choice," she said, and smiled. "Can you help me put them on over my ankle?" Her voice was pleading and innocent, but there was definitely a seductive lilt to it that was unmistakable. She raised her injured foot.

Oscar looked down at the girl's panties in his hands, and carefully adjusted them so he was holding open the leg holes. With careful slowness, he guided it over her swollen ankle, finally coming to rest on her upper calf. He was now standing against the end of the bed and Paula's thigh was raised directly in his face. Her pussy was only inches from the bulge in his pants, and he could clearly smell her arousal.

"That's one leg, Coach. Hold it so I can put the other leg in." Paula's voice was huskier than usual, her eyes half lidded with barely contained lust. As he looked down at her hairy pussy he saw it glisten in the lamplight.

Oscar gently stretched the panties apart, widening the other hole for her leg to go through. He did this gently, trying not to pull too hard on the injured limb. As he held it open for her, she carefully stuck her toes through the hole and let him slide the panties over her knees.

As the silky blue fabric slipped up her thighs, Oscar stopped. Paula smiled up at him and fluttered her eyelashes. "What's wrong, Coach?" she asked innocently. "Aren't you going to help me finish getting ready for bed?"

Oscar looked down at her voluptuous body. Her panties were already halfway up her thighs now, which she had raised in the air in front of him. Her wet, exposed pussy lie on the bed directly in front of his erect cock, only a zipper away from penetration. She was letting him run his fingers up the length of her naked legs all the way to her waist, instead of just pulling the panties up herself. Her ankle hurt, but he had already navigated that obstacle. There was no excuse for what was happening now, and he decided to take a chance.

"I know you're sad about what happened today, Paula," he said, his hands still gripping her blue panties. His eyes were locked on her pussy, at the patch of hair surrounding the plump crease between her lips. "If you'd like, I can try another massage technique that might help you feel better. If nothing else it might make you forget the pain for a minute."

Paula grinned, understanding the double meaning immediately. "If you think it will help, Coach, I'll try anything. Me and Destiny just don't want to hurt anymore." She hugged her stuffed unicorn tightly to her naked chest.

Oscar smiled, and in his eyes something shifted. It was time to either resolve himself to this moment or not.

Letting go of her panties but leaving them midway down her thighs, Oscar knelt down at the end of the bed. He let her good leg return to it's original position, but he placed her injured knee over his shoulder gently, supporting it. His heart hammered in his chest as he slowly leaned in towards her fragrant slit, the musky odor powerful but making his mouth water with desire.

Paula closed her eyes, fully surrendering herself to what was happening. She had been craving this right along, but hadn't known how to let her Coach know what she wanted without potentially embarrassing herself. Now that it actually was happening she was eager to feel his mouth on her most sensitive places. She tried to spread her legs as wide as she could for him, one hand gliding down her stomach, her middle and ring fingers spreading the long labial lips open for him and revealing a clitoris that was large and swollen. Her pussy was thick and plump, and he practically drooled as he moved his tongue in close to her glistening nub.

As Oscar's tongue pressed against Paula's clit, her back arched briefly and she let out a surprised gasp. She hugged her plush toy tightly as he began moving his tongue in practiced circles, caressing her sensitive flesh and tasting the salty warmth of her wetness, occasionally letting his tongue slide down the length of her slit and slurping up the fluids gathered there.

Paula's breathing quickened as her Coach licked her pussy, and she began grinding her hips in a slow circle against his face. Her hurt leg was still draped over Oscar's shoulder as he moaned against her mound, as she reached down and curled her fingers gently through his short hair.

"Oooh... yes... ahhh!" she moaned. "Coach, that's so good... this massage is making me feel so much better...!" Her hips began to gyrate more quickly as he continued to flick at her clitoris, eating her pussy with skilled practice, the skill of a man that had lived long enough to learn a thing or two along the way. Paula's legs quivered, still bound together by the silky pair of panties above his head.

Oskar kept one arm wrapped around the upper thigh of Paula's injured leg, making sure it stayed still and supported on his shoulder as her body twisted and turned in pleasure. With his other hand he slowly slid two fingers through the wetness between her legs. Then, with a sticky, wet sound, he plunged them deep inside of her eager hole.

Paula gasped loudly, letting out a high pitched, "aaaAAHH...!" sound before she seemed to lose her voice, her mouth open in a silent scream and her green eyes bulging. Oscar reached deep into her tight canal, feeling the slippery bulge of her cervix finally before pulling them back. He curled his fingers, letting them caress the sweet spot inside her entrance as they slipped in and out slowly.

"Oh my... oh my... oh my...," Paula started to chant as she felt her climax approaching, apparently unable to finish the sentence. Coach Oscar's tongue began slurping more eagerly at her clit, tasting her juices and caressing her folds. The hair around her labia tickled his nose, and his breath was hot on her sensitive skin. He felt her walls tighten around his fingers, and she let out a loud wail that trailed off into a breathy whine as her orgasm crashed down upon her. Her eyes squeezed shut as her muscles tightened, and she couldn't help it as a warm gush of salty fluid suddenly poured out of her pussy and onto Oscar's thirsty tongue.

He moaned as he eagerly licked up her juices, trying to catch every drop. He felt the hot, salty fluid flood his mouth, and his tongue darted in and out. He felt her legs begin to tremble, the muscles in her thighs tightening around his head as she rode out her climax. Her juices flowed like a river, drenching his chin and dripping onto the bed, but he didn't stop. He was lost in her pleasure, consumed by the power he had to give her such intense ecstasy. He licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her clit, feeling her pussy spasm around his fingers with each wave of pleasure. She was so tight, so wet, her inner muscles contracting in a steady rhythm as he slid them in and out of her velvety folds.

Gradually, she came down from her climax, her body shivering and twitching. Her fingers still entwined in his hair, she pushed gently on his head, urging him to stop with a giggle. He obliged, lifting up his head and giving her sensitive clit a break. His fingers continued to pump in and out of her, scratching lightly at her G spot, and Paula gripped the bed sheets tightly as she felt herself responding again already.

"Oh... oh, god... please, Coach...!" she whined, her voice pleading and desperate. "I want... I want it, please..."

Oscar couldn't be completely sure what she was begging him for, either simple release or something more, but there was one thing he was hoping it was. As he pumped his fingers rhythmically in and out of her tight hole with one hand, he used his other hand to pop open the button of his dress pants. Paula's eyes were closed as she whined in pleasure, letting the sensation slowly overwhelm her once more.

He pushed down his pants, shoving his boxer shorts down with them, the silky fabric of his tailored suit pants caressing his thighs as they fell to the floor. His erection sprang free, his cock hard and erect. He was not a large man by a woman's standards, but he was at least close to the average, and he kept himself completely shaved to add to the effect and make it appear larger. In any case he knew how to use it, and had never received any complaints.

Paula's moans grew in volume, reaching a crescendo as her hips began to buck faster against his fingers. He buried them as deep inside her as they would go, wiggling them back and forth playfully and caressing her from within. She began to shudder as she felt her body losing control.

As her climax began to reach it's peak for the second time, Oscar suddenly pulled his fingers back out of her, causing her to cry out in despair. "N-no!" she exclaimed, but before she could continue he lifted up her good leg and placed it on his other shoulder. Now both of her legs were wrapped around his neck, her pussy wet and pulsing with need directly in front of him.

Paula looked down, realizing the position she was in. Her legs were wrapped around her Coach's neck, and he was holding onto her thighs, one strong arm wrapped around each as he held her in place. His pants were down and his cock stood out straight in front of him, poised and ready in front of her glistening folds, now only inches away from penetrating her. She briefly considered protesting, even opened her mouth to do so, but then she just as quickly surrendered. It was what she truly wanted, there was no use resisting.

And besides, this was Coach Oscar. She had known him for a couple of years now and he had only ever looked out for her well being, had always been there like a father figure. What they were doing now was something that they would keep between them forever, a special secret known only to them, and this would make their bond that much stronger.

She felt his hard member pressing against her slick opening, and she felt herself nodding eagerly. "Yes...," she whispered. "Make me stop hurting, Coach... make me feel good again..."

Ever so slowly, the tip of Oscar's cock parted Paula's folds, the warm wetness of her pussy enveloping him in a way that made him feel like he was home. Paula's eyes widened as she felt the pressure building, her body tensing as Oscar pushed harder, the head of his cock stretching her tight virgin hole. A whimper escaped her lips and he paused, his heart pounding in his chest, giving Paula a chance to adjust to the new sensation.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she took a deep breath and nodded, silently giving him the go-ahead. With a gentle yet firm motion, Oscar pushed forward. Her gasp was sharp, her nails digging into the bedsheets as she felt the sudden pain, but it was quickly overridden by a rush of pleasure that surged through her body like an electric current. Oscar felt her tightness give way and his cock slid in a little further, the warm embrace of her pussy causing him to let out a groan of his own.

Moving slowly, he continued to press into her, his cock inching deeper with every slow, measured thrust. Paula's body quivered around him, her tight muscles clenching and releasing as she grew accustomed to the feeling. Her whimpers turned into moans, her legs wrapped around his neck. Oscar's own breath grew ragged as he watched her face contort with pleasure.

With one final, gentle push, he was fully sheathed inside Paula, their bodies joined as one. Her eyes flew open and she bit her lip to stifle a cry. He could feel her pussy pulsing around his cock, the sensation driving him wild. He began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Paula's body responded, her hips rising to meet his.

Her hand slid down her body, and she began to rub her clit in tight, rapid circles. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten around his cock, her breaths coming in quick gasps as she approached the precipice once more. With a sudden jolt, Paula's body tensed, and she let out a keening cry as she came. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock in pleasing ripples.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she clutched at her Coach's shoulders. Oscar felt the pressure building within him, his cock swelling even more inside her. Paula's pussy was a vice pulsing around him, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer.

With one final, powerful thrust, he quickly pulled out and let go, covering Paula with his hot seed as he reached his own peak. His semen shot out in spurts, spraying in rapid jets up her stomach and even making it as far as her breasts. Sticky, glistening strands of it got caught in the thick tangle of her pubic hair, the white fluid bright against the red curls. Paula looked down at herself, her eyes glazed over as she realized what just happened.

The last of his tremors subsiding, Oscar gazed at Paula's sticky body. Being careful with her bad leg, he gently removed her calves from his shoulders and placed them on the floor again. Paula groaned with relief, then pulled herself up on her elbows again. Destiny the unicorn lie next to her, forgotten between the crook of her arms during their coupling, and she grabbed hold of her now, being careful to keep the plush toy away from the semen on her breast.

Oscar took a step back, a small drop of fluid still beaded at the tip of his slowly shrinking cock. He looked down at his star basketball player, an 18-year old girl with a sprained ankle, covered in streaks of his warm release. She smiled up at him, her eyes clouded over with satisfaction, her breasts flat against her body and her pussy still sticky from their union.

"That was the best massage anyone has ever given me," she said coyly, and giggled. One hand reached up and began twirling a lock of hair, the unicorn hugged tightly to her side in the other.

"I think...," Oscar began, still breathing heavily. He bent down and picked up his pants, lying by Paula's feet at the end of the bed. "I think... that as far as anyone... can know. I gave your leg... a massage." He swallowed, his old heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He was eager not to show any weakness in front of this young girl.

Paula giggled again, then sat up so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. She looked down at the streaks of semen now drying on her chest, and ran her finger through one of the thicker splatters. She brought this to her lips and tasted his seed, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure at the musky flavor, and groaned softly. "Mmmm... a massage...," she said dreamily, only partially listening. "Thank you for giving me dinner still too, Coach...," she said, and chuckled.

Oscar actually blushed as he put his feet back into his pants and pulled them up. "Yeah... of course...," he said, suddenly embarrassed. "I hope I filled you up."

Paula giggled again as she reached down and picked up the blue silk panties that had fallen to the floor. "You filled me up good, Coach... and my leg doesn't even hurt anymore." Her laughter was like the tinkling of small bells.

"Maybe I should be a physical therapist instead of a coach," Oscar said, and laughed. "Make this a full-time job."

Paula smiled mischievously as she looked up at him. She slipped her panties around her sprained ankle easily, and he realized that she had been overreacting about her injury all along. She was fully capable of dressing herself. "I don't think you have the time to do that," she said to him. "You already have a full-time job. You're my new physical therapist, now."

Oscar gazed at the teenager in front of him, now wearing a pair of blue silk panties. Other than that she wore nothing but his own semen, drying on her tits and stomach. He moved so that he was standing front of her, and tilted her head up towards his. Leaning in, he let his lips brush against hers, feeling the softness of her mouth on his before kissing her gently. "Whenever you need another massage, just let me know. We'll get you through this." He said suggestively.

Paula smiled. She raised up her arms, and Oscar pulled her naked body back to a standing position, pressing her soft breasts against his chest once more. This time when he wrapped his arms around her back he let his hand freely cup her ample buttocks, squeezing tightly. Her sticky body pressed against his clothes, and he was glad he had brought another set.

"Can you help me back to the bathroom, please?" she asked him sweetly. "Maybe... even help me get cleaned up, again?"

Oscar smiled and nodded. "Of course. Take my arm." He held out his arm and Paula gripped it. This time she hopped more easily, and they made it back to the bathroom quickly.

Paula entered and leaned upon the counter, and Oscar was just about to follow her into the bathroom when suddenly there was a loud "snick!" from the front door. They had lost track of time... and now Maria had returned.

"Shit!" Oscar hissed to himself, and slammed the bathroom door shut. He took a step backwards down the short hallway just as the door popped open. There stood Maria, holding a bag of fast food in her hand. She saw Coach Oscar and let out a small scream of surprise, her eyes wide.

"Oh! Maria, hi!" he said, trying to look nonchalant. He was also speaking loud enough for Paula to hear them. "I just helped Paula to the bathroom so she could shower, which I figured was my cue to leave. Now that you're back, she's in good hands, so I don't have to worry anymore.

Maria nodded, still recovering from the initial shock. "Of course, Coach. Thank you."

"You bet. I'll see you girls in the morning," Oscar said, then he quickly excused himself without another word. His relationship with Paula was only just beginning, and he knew there were many more practices - and subsequently more physical therapy sessions - to be had in the future. Now was the time for discretion.

Maria nodded and watched him leave, then closed the door again, locking the deadbolt. She heard the shower turn on in the bathroom, and for some reason she couldn't help but feel like she had interrupted something. Something that had made both Coach Oscar and Paula run when she arrived.

Setting the fast food she had brought back for Paula on the small nightstand, Maria took a seat on one of the beds. She leaned back, and she couldn't help but notice how warm the blankets were. Obviously someone had been lying there recently. And then she saw it.

At the end of the bed, mixed in with a pretty significant wet spot that looked like water, was a small drop of smeared red that looked like blood, and understanding suddenly dawned on her face. She had seen the way Coach Oscar looked at Paula, and Paula had already confided in her how she felt about him in return. Something told her that even if they didn't win the tournament, Paula would be claiming a trophy of her own on this road trip, and Maria couldn't help but smile.