Despite the situation and how terrible and embarrassing it is, I can't help noting how attractive my boyfriend's coach is. Talk about a slightly silver fox. He has hazel eyes that emit lingerie-melting heat, a chiseled face that any artist would die to capture, and a luscious head of almost black hair with a few gray strands. If I didn't have a (cowardly) boyfriend and/or wasn't a v*rgin with zero training in the art of sex, I would be tempted to seduce Coach Marks into letting me go back to my dorm without involving the cops or the dean.
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A sexy short story about a young woman and her boyfriend's coach!