Forbidden Temptations A Collection of Steamy 18 Tales

COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 1

Tiana Rogers, a hot new member of the cheerleading squad, needs something hotter to sate the burning tingly sensation between her legs and she finds the perfect dick for the job when she meets Coach Carlton. She tests the waters of high school surrounded by other sex-crazed teens with its ups and downs. Her desire for Coach Carlton takes her into uncharted territory. What started as innocent encounters and not-so-innocent daydreams morph into real sex-packed action neither of them could resist.

Tiana's POV

High school is by far the best case study for "The wild". The only difference this place had from the actual wild was that the animals here were fucking. Everyone was fucking everything.

Yes, folks. We had gotten to that line and crossed it running extra laps on the goddamn tracks.

Just last week, I stumbled upon Rebecca giving multiple blow jobs to two seniors in the music room. In my defense, I wasn't aware they made lessons available for that particular instrument. The way she was going at it simultaneously; pro!

Amid all the hormonal juice and bodily fluid going around, there were still a few like me. Those who wanted to fuck without hopping on the damned sex train.

I'd gotten into the cheerleading squad earlier in the year. I was what the girls referred to as "piggy" being the new addition to the team.

Piggy also meant I sacrificed my body as the key component whenever they thought to try the human pyramid.

Jessica Rowland was the queen bee and most of the girls kissed her ass and gratefully nibbled whatever shit she dropped. I excluded myself from the sorry bunch.

Jessica noticed my defiance early which made her pick me out as a soon-to-be rival.

The boys on the basketball team were sculpted and carved to be human vessels of greek gods which meant they were hot as hell. It also meant they were top of the horny food chain and get to fuck without twitching a muscle. No wonder they were so crappy on the court.

There was a big game in a few hours and we had just perfected a new cheer routine. I was panting like a dying dragon by the time Rebecca gave her thumbs up.

My uniform looked small because of the size of my tits and sometimes it was impossible for me to bend because of my ass. My mom called it good genes while I called it honey for the coyotes.

The guys stared with barely concealed lust whenever I walk past but none of them ever made a move. I think they're watching me trying to understand the kind of prey I was before they get their claws dirty.

I wobbled off the court with my bag on my shoulder and headed for the shower. Most of the girls stared at my body. I'd gotten used to it. Heck, even I stand in front of the mirror sometimes looking at those bad boys.

There were a few hours left before the game started. I put on my headphone, picked one of my favorite songs, and started walking along the sidewalk. The street was almost empty at this time.

The sound of Khelani's voice in my ears engulfed me with a sense of warmth. I'd let myself get lost in the music that I didn't notice the man walking by my side until I tripped into him.

I looked up into familiar ocean eyes. The blue depths of those eyes pulled me and submerged me into their promised comfort.

I recognized him almost immediately. It was the new young coach of the team. He was wearing a gray tracksuit and white high kicks.

His body was shaped like that of a gladiator who had seen more dust and blood than an arena. His warm smile touched his mouth and rested on his eyes.

There was something oddly attractive in the way he smiled when he said, "Where have I seen you before?"

I imagined him naked almost immediately as I had done so many times. Forming the image was as easy as breathing but keeping it up under his watchful gaze was the problem.

"Still there?" He waved.

Despite myself I flushed.

"Sorry about that. I got distracted."

He was a walking breathing distraction all right. I couldn't hold one rational thought for long looking into his stormy eyes.

I turned off the music and slowed down enough to be on the same walking pace with him. His cologne made me whimper slightly. It sounded like a low cry. Thankfully he didn't hear it.

"I'm part of the cheer squad. You must have seen me on rehearsal."

He grunted with a 'eureka! that must be it' smile that bared my flesh open exposing vulnerability.

"I'm Coach Carlton. Tbe guys have made it a point calling me CC instead despite my protests."

"That's what you get when you're paid to train a group of assholes and jerks." I said trying not to sound foolish.

The regret I felt immediately the words came out showed I'd not only sounded foolish but confidently foolish.

He chuckled to my astonishment and I did too making a nervous sound.

"So what do they call you?" His eyes took my entire profile in one lingering glance.

Without thinking I said, "Piggy."

Fuck! Are you for fucking real right now?!! Piggy?

He looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. If I had a gun, I wouldn't hesitate to blow my brains.

"Piggy?" His voice echoed through me.

"Erm, I don't know why I said that." I rushed the words in my attempt to explain to him so he wouldn't see me as a fucking weirdo.