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I’m Emily, 22, and I’ve been with my boyfriend Alex for two years now. He’s the sweetest guy—kinda shy, always blushing when I tease him a little, and he really looks up to his basketball coach, Marcus. Marcus is only 25, just three years older than us, but he’s so confident and calm, like he always knows exactly what to do. Alex says he’s the best coach he’s ever had.
Today I decided to surprise Alex by coming to watch his practice at the college gym. I don’t know much about basketball, but I love seeing him happy when he plays. I sat on the bleachers with my little bag of snacks I brought for him—his favorite granola bars and a bottle of Gatorade.
Practice was almost over. The guys were running drills, sweating a lot, shirts sticking to them. Alex saw me halfway through and waved super big with this huge smile. It made me giggle. When the coach finally blew the whistle and said “good work today,” everyone started packing up.
Alex jogged over to me all sweaty and cute. “Em! You came!” He gave me a quick hug even though he was gross and wet, but I didn’t mind. “Wanna shoot a few hoops with me before we head out?” he asked, eyes all excited.
I laughed. “Me? I’m terrible, you know that.” But he really wanted me to, so of course I said yes. I always wanna make him happy.
He handed me the ball and stood behind me, showing me how to hold it right. His hands were on mine, guiding me. I threw it and it totally air-balled, bouncing way off the rim. We both laughed. I tried a couple more times—still bad, but Alex kept cheering me on like I was making every shot.
Then I noticed Coach Marcus walking over from the side of the court. He had been putting equipment away, but now he was coming toward us with that easy smile he always has. His shirt was a little damp too, clinging to his chest in a way that showed he works out a lot. Not that I was staring or anything—I just noticed.
“Hey Alex, Emily,” he said in that low calm voice. “Mind if I join for a minute? Looks like she could use a better teacher than you,” he teased Alex gently.
Alex laughed, not offended at all. “Yeah, coach, go for it. I suck at explaining.”
Marcus stepped closer, standing right next to me now. “Here, let me show you a quick tip, Emily.” He took the ball from Alex and handed it to me, his fingers brushing mine for a second. “Bend your knees a little more… like this.” He put one hand lightly on my lower back to guide my stance, the other hand gently adjusting my shooting arm.
I felt my cheeks get warm, but I just wanted to get it right for Alex. “Okay, like this?” I asked, trying to copy him.
“Perfect,” he said, voice soft and close to my ear. “Now just follow through smooth.”
I threw the ball—and it actually swished right through the net! I squealed and jumped a little. “I did it!”
Alex clapped super loud. “Yes, Em! See, coach is magic.”
Marcus smiled at me, eyes looking right into mine. “Told you. You’ve got good form when someone helps you find it.”
I smiled back, feeling proud. “Thank you, Coach Marcus. That was really nice of you.”
He picked up the ball as it bounced back and handed it to me again. “One more? I’ll stay right here in case you need me.”
I nodded happily. I didn’t want to stop now that I finally made one.
I took the ball again and got back into the position Marcus showed me. He stayed right behind me this time, one hand resting lightly on my hip to steady me, the other guiding my elbow. “Relax your shoulders, Emily,” he said quietly. “You’re doing great.”
I focused really hard on the hoop, trying to remember everything he said. When I bent my knees, I felt his hand slide just a tiny bit lower on my hip, almost to the curve where my leggings met my butt. His eyes dropped down for a second—I caught it in the corner of my vision—like he was checking my form or something. I didn’t think much of it; he’s the coach, he probably just wants to make sure my stance is perfect.
I shot the ball and it bounced off the rim this time, but close! Alex cheered anyway. “Almost, Em! You’re getting it!”
Marcus laughed softly, picking up the ball and handing it back to me. His fingers brushed mine again, longer this time. “See, Alex? Told you she just needed the right hands on her,” he said, smirking a little at Alex. “You’ve been letting her shoot all wrong this whole time.” Alex rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. “Yeah, yeah, coach. I know. I’m not the teacher here.”
Marcus grinned wider. “Exactly. Some things you gotta leave to someone who knows how to handle them properly.” He looked at me when he said it, eyes kind of lingering, but I just smiled big because I thought he meant the basketball stuff.
I felt happy they were joking around—it’s nice when Alex and his coach get along so well. “You guys are funny,” I said, giggling. “Okay, one more try!”
Marcus stepped even closer behind me again, his chest almost brushing my back. “Let’s make this one count,” he murmured near my ear. His hand settled on my lower back again, fingers spreading a little wider this time, thumb just barely grazing the top of my butt through my leggings. It felt warm, but I figured he was just helping me balance or something. Coaches do that, right? To fix posture.
I didn’t want to mess up with him trying so hard to help, so I took a deep breath and shot. Swish! Another one in!
“Yay!” I bounced a little and turned around to hug Alex, but Marcus was still really close, so I almost bumped into him. He steadied me with both hands on my waist for a second, smiling down at me. “Told you you had it in you,” he said, voice low.
I blushed and stepped back quick to Alex. “Thank you so much, Coach Marcus! You’re the best teacher.”
He just nodded, eyes on me a little longer than usual. “Anytime, Emily. You can come practice with us whenever you want.”
Alex put his arm around me, all proud. “See? I knew you’d like coming to watch.”
I leaned into him, happy. I really did like it. Everyone’s so nice.
After I made that second shot, Alex was all excited and kept saying how awesome I was getting. The gym was pretty empty now, just a couple guys grabbing their bags on the far side. Marcus picked up the ball again and bounced it once, looking at Alex.
“Hey, man,” Marcus said, casual but firm. “Why don’t you hit the showers and change? I’ll keep working with Emily a little longer so she doesn’t lose the feel. You know how quick it goes if you stop right when you’re hot.”
Alex hesitated for like half a second, but he really respects Marcus, so he nodded right away. “Yeah, sure, coach. That’s cool. Thanks!” He turned to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Have fun, Em. I’ll be fast.” Then he jogged off toward the locker room, waving once more before disappearing through the door.
It was just me and Marcus now. I didn’t think anything of it—he’s the coach, and he’s being super nice helping me.
He smiled and handed me the ball. “Ready for a few more? We’ll do some closer shots so it’s easier.”
I nodded happily. “Yes! I don’t want to forget what you showed me.”
He stood beside me this time instead of behind, watching as I took a shot from closer. It went in easy. “Good,” he said. “You’re a natural when someone takes the time to show you right.”
We did a few more like that. Every time I missed, he’d step in close, adjust my arms or my hips with his hands. His touches stayed a little longer each time, fingers pressing warm through my clothes, but I just thought he was making sure I got the form perfect. I wanted to learn right.
After one shot where I barely missed, he laughed softly. “You’re too tense up top. Here.” He reached over and lightly rubbed my shoulders for a second, thumbs pressing in. It felt nice, like a friendly massage. “Better?”
“Yeah, thanks,” I said, smiling up at him. He’s so helpful.
He bounced the ball to me. “So, Alex says you’ve never really played before today?” “Nope! I only came to watch him. But this is fun. You’re a really good teacher, Coach Marcus.”
He looked at me for a second, eyes kind of searching my face. “Call me Marcus when it’s just us, okay? Coach sounds too formal for someone who picks it up this fast.” Then he tilted his head. “You always this trusting with people helping you?”
I shrugged. “I guess? If someone’s nice and knows what they’re doing, why not? Alex trusts you a ton, so I do too.”
His smile got a little bigger, and something in his eyes changed—like he just figured something out. “That’s sweet, Emily. Most girls aren’t that open. Makes teaching you easy.” He stepped closer while I held the ball. “You should come to more practices. Or… if you want real improvement, I do one-on-one sessions sometimes after hours. Just me and a player working on whatever they need.”
“Really?” I asked, excited. “That would be amazing! I don’t want to bother you though.” “You wouldn’t be bothering me at all,” he said, voice lower, looking right at me. His hand brushed my arm lightly. “I’d actually like it. A lot. We could start tomorrow night if you’re free. Gym’s quiet then.”
I bounced the ball once, thinking. Alex would probably love if I got better so I could play with him more. “I think I could! I’ll check with Alex, but I bet he’d be okay with it. Thank you so much, Marcus.”
He nodded slow, eyes not leaving mine. “Good. Text me later to confirm.” He pulled out his phone. “What’s your number? Easier than going through Alex every time.”
I gave it to him without even thinking—he’s the coach, and it’s just for basketball stuff. He typed it in, then pocketed his phone with that same calm smile.
We shot a couple more baskets until I heard the locker room door. Alex was coming back out, hair still damp, bag over his shoulder. Marcus stepped back right away. “She’s getting dangerous already,” he told Alex as he walked up. “You better watch out.”
Alex laughed and put his arm around me. “Told you she’s awesome.”
I leaned into Alex, happy. “Marcus offered to do some extra training with me tomorrow night. Is that okay?”
Alex lit up. “Seriously? That’s sick! Yeah, of course, Em. Coach, you’re the best.” Marcus just nodded. “Happy to help. See you both tomorrow then.”
We said bye and headed out. I felt all warm and excited—I’m actually going to learn basketball for real.
The next evening I showed up for my one-on-one with Marcus, but Alex came too because he wanted to watch and practice extra. Marcus didn’t mind at all—he just took charge right away like always.
“Alex, go run suicides for ten minutes to warm up. Emily, you start with free throws,” he said, pointing where he wanted us. Alex jogged off without question, and I went to the line and started shooting. Marcus stood close, watching every move, correcting my form with his hands on my arms, hips, back. “Good follow-through, Emily. That’s perfect,” he kept saying, voice calm but firm. It made me feel really good, like I was actually improving fast.
Alex came back panting and Marcus immediately sent him to do defensive slides while he stayed with me on shooting drills. “Watch how she’s bending her knees, Alex—that’s what I’ve been telling you,” Marcus called out. Alex nodded super seriously, trying to copy me even though he’s way better than I am.
That became our routine. Almost every night after practice, the three of us stayed late. Marcus always decided what we worked on, who did what drill, when we took breaks. Alex and I both listened to everything he said because he knows so much. He’d bark orders at Alex—“Lower, man! Hustle!”—but with me it was always “Nice job, Emily” or “You’re picking this up faster than anyone I’ve coached.” I’d blush and thank him, and Alex would smile proud like it was his win too.
Over a couple weeks we got really comfortable. Marcus started calling me Em like Alex does, teasing me gently when I missed easy shots, giving me little high-fives that turned into quick side hugs. I liked how easy it felt around him.
One night after a long session we were all sweaty and laughing. I made a layup and Marcus grinned big. “Yes, Em!” He reached out and gave my butt a quick slap—like a solid pat—same way I’ve seen him do to the guys when they do something good. I jumped a tiny bit, surprised.
“Oh, shit—sorry, Em,” he said right away, but he was still smiling a little. “Habit. I do that to the team all the time when they hit a good shot. Didn’t mean to make it weird.”
I laughed, rubbing the spot for a second—it stung a tiny bit but mostly just caught me off guard. “It’s okay! I’ve seen you do it to Alex and everyone. No big deal.” I really wasn’t mad; he didn’t mean anything bad by it.
He looked at me for an extra second, that same little smirk. “You’re too nice, you know that?” Then he turned to Alex. “Go grab the cones, man. We’re doing one more sprint drill.”
Alex took off running to get them, and Marcus leaned closer to me while we waited. “You look good out there tonight. Those leggings show off how strong your legs are getting.” His eyes flicked down quick and back up.
I smiled big, totally missing whatever he meant beyond the compliment. “Really? Thanks! I’ve been doing those squats you showed me.”
He nodded slow, eyes on mine. “Keep listening to me and you’ll fill them out even better.” I just thought he meant I’d get better muscles.
That kind of thing happened more—he’d say stuff like “You’re trouble when you bend over to tie your shoes like that” or “Careful stretching like that, Em, you’re gonna distract the whole gym.” I’d giggle and say sorry, thinking I was just in the way or something. He’d shake his head like he couldn’t believe how clueless I was, but he kept doing it.
Pretty soon staying late became our regular thing—Monday, Wednesday, Friday nights, just the three of us. Marcus always set the tone: what time we started, how hard we went, when we finished.
One Friday we worked extra late. I was super sweaty and gross. When we were done I headed to the girls’ locker room like usual, but when I turned the shower knob nothing came out. Just a weird clunk sound.
I went back out to the gym in my towel wrapped around me, hair all messy. “Um, guys? The girls’ shower isn’t working. Like, no water at all.”
Marcus barely looked surprised. He glanced at Alex, then back at me. “Yeah, maintenance has been flaky. Men’s side is fine, though. Just use one of the stalls in there. We’re all done anyway.”
I blinked. “Oh. Okay, sure.” I trusted him completely; it didn’t even cross my mind that it might be weird or that I should wait until they were totally gone. They’re my boyfriend and our coach—I wasn’t thinking anything bad.
So I went into the men’s locker room, picked the stall farthest from the door, hung my towel on the hook, and turned on the water. It felt so nice after all that running.
A couple minutes later I heard the door open and their voices—Alex laughing about something, Marcus saying “Good work tonight.” Footsteps, lockers opening, then the showers next to mine turned on. I just kept washing my hair, humming a little.
I was rinsing shampoo out, eyes closed, when Marcus’s voice came from really close—his stall was right beside mine but the divider only goes waist-high for some reason.
“Wow, Em,” he said, low and surprised.
I opened my eyes and turned—and there he was, looking right over the short wall, water running down his bare chest, eyes wide and fixed on me. Alex was in the stall on the other side, facing away, but Marcus wasn’t hiding anything.
I froze for a second, hands still in my hair, totally naked under the water. But I didn’t scream or cover up right away—I was just confused why he sounded so shocked.
I just stood there under the water, blinking at Marcus because I didn’t get why he said “wow” like that. Then I noticed his eyes going down my body, slow, and when I followed his gaze I saw he was already hard—his cock standing straight up, thick and obvious under the shower spray.
He didn’t try to hide it or turn away. He just kept looking at me, smirking a little. “Damn, Em,” he said, voice low and casual. “Not used to showering with a girl this hot. Body like yours does that to a guy.”
I felt my face get warm, but I didn’t know what to say. I mean, it’s just bodies, right? We were all sweaty from practice anyway. I glanced quick at Alex in the next stall—he had turned around now and was staring, mouth kinda open, face red. He looked super awkward and quickly faced the wall again, pretending to wash his hair harder.
I just giggled nervously. “Oh, um, sorry? I didn’t mean to…” I trailed off because I wasn’t sure what I did wrong. I finished rinsing and turned the water off, grabbing my towel to wrap around me when I stepped out. Marcus was still standing there, hard-on not going down at all, like it was no big deal.
Alex hurried out after me, not saying anything until we were dressed and leaving. He kept glancing at me funny in the car, but I just thought maybe he was tired.
The next training session a couple days later went normal—Marcus running everything, telling Alex to do extra laps while he worked on my shooting form, hands on my hips, praising me the whole time. We all got super sweaty again, and when we finished the girls’ shower was still broken (Marcus said maintenance hadn’t fixed it yet).
So I went to the men’s side again without thinking twice. Started my shower in the same far stall. A minute later they came in, turned on their showers like last time.
I was soaping up when I looked over the divider and saw Marcus was hard again—same as before, cock thick and pointing right up as he washed.
This time I actually pointed at it without thinking. “Marcus, it happened again!”
He laughed, deep and easy, not covering up at all. He stroked himself once, casual, like adjusting it. “Yeah, Em, told you—hot girl naked in the shower with me, it’s gonna happen.”
Alex made this choked sound from his stall, staring at the floor.
Marcus kept that smirk, looking right at me. “You could always come over here and help me with that, you know,” he said, half-joking but his eyes were serious.
I tilted my head, confused but wanting to be helpful. He looked kinda uncomfortable standing like that, right? So I turned off my shower, stepped out still drippy and naked, and walked around the divider into his stall. The water sprayed over both of us now.
“Like this?” I asked, standing close, looking up at him all serious because I honestly didn’t want him to feel bad.
Alex’s voice came out high and shocked. “Em! Wait—he was joking! That was just a joke!”
Marcus’s eyes went wide for a second, surprised, but then that calm smirk came back bigger. He put a wet hand on my bare shoulder, thumb brushing my skin. “Hey, relax, Alex. It was just a joke… she doesn’t actually need to do anything.” He looked down at me, water running over both of us, his hard cock brushing my stomach a little as he shifted closer. “But she can stay right here and wash with me if she wants.”
I stayed standing there under the water with him, looking between them, confused why Alex sounded so worried but figuring Marcus knew best.
I stood there under the shower with Marcus, water pouring over both of us, his hard cock brushing against my stomach every time he shifted. He had one hand on my shoulder, thumb rubbing slow circles on my wet skin, and he was looking down at me with that calm smile.
“You’re sweet for coming over here, Em,” he said quietly. “Most girls would’ve just laughed and stayed in their own stall.”
I shrugged a little, still confused why Alex got so worked up. “I didn’t want you to feel bad or anything. It looked uncomfortable.”
He chuckled low, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Yeah, it is uncomfortable. Happens every time you’re around lately.” His free hand came up and tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “We’re all sweaty from practice anyway… maybe we should just help each other wash up quick. Save water, right?” I nodded. That made sense. “Okay, sure.”
He grabbed the body wash from the little shelf and squeezed some into his palm. “Turn around first.”
I turned, facing the spray, and he started rubbing the soap across my back, big hands sliding slow over my shoulders, down my spine. It felt nice—strong but gentle. He worked lower, over my butt, fingers spreading the soap there too. I didn’t think anything of it; he was just being thorough.
Then he turned me back around. “Your turn,” he said, putting more soap in my hands.
I reached up and started washing his chest like it was normal, palms sliding over his muscles, feeling how hard and warm he was. He let out a soft breath when I got to his abs.
“Lower too, Em,” he murmured. “Get everything.”
I moved my hands down without hesitating, soaping over his hips, then around to his cock. It was still super hard, twitching when my fingers brushed it. I rubbed the soap there carefully, like I was just cleaning, sliding my hands along the length.
Marcus groaned quietly, head tipping back a little under the water. “Fuck… yeah, just like that.”
I kept going, thinking I was helping him get clean. My hands moved back and forth, getting slick with soap and water. He was breathing deeper now, hips rocking forward just a tiny bit into my grip.
“Feels good,” he said, voice rougher. “Keep doing it exactly like that, Em. You’re really good at this.”
I smiled up at him, proud I was doing it right. “Like this?”
He nodded, one hand coming to rest lightly on my wrist, not forcing, just guiding me a little faster. “Perfect. Don’t stop.”
Alex made another quiet sound from his stall, but Marcus didn’t even glance over. He just kept watching me, eyes dark, groaning softly every time my hand slid up to the head and back down.
Marcus kept his hand lightly on my wrist, guiding my strokes a little faster now, the soap making everything super slippery. His breathing was getting heavier, and every time my hand slid over the head he let out these low groans that echoed a bit in the shower.
“God, Em… you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he said, voice all rough. He looked down at me, water dripping off his face. “Get on your knees for me. It’ll be easier that way.”
I blinked up at him, not totally sure why, but he sounded like he knew what would help. I didn’t want to stop when he was finally feeling better. So I sank down slowly onto my knees on the wet tile, the water still spraying over us both. My hand stayed around his cock, keeping the same rhythm.
“Yeah, just like that,” he murmured, one hand coming to rest on top of my head, fingers threading gently through my wet hair. “Keep going, Em. Nice and steady.”
I looked at his cock right in front of my face now, stroking it up and down like before. It was throbbing harder, getting even bigger somehow. Marcus groaned louder, hips pushing forward a little into my hand.
“Fuck, that’s perfect… look up at me, Em. Let me see those pretty eyes.”
I tilted my head back and looked up at him, water running down my face, my hand still moving. His eyes were dark, locked on mine, and he was breathing fast.
“Good girl… just like that… don’t stop…”
He groaned deeper, fingers tightening a tiny bit in my hair, and then his whole body tensed. The first spurt hit my cheek, warm and thick, then more across my lips and chin, some landing on my forehead and dripping down. He kept groaning through it, low and long, hips jerking a little until he was done.
I stayed there on my knees, surprised at how much came out, feeling it slide down my face with the water.
Marcus let out a slow breath, smiling down at me like nothing was weird. “Damn, Em. Thanks for helping me out. Felt amazing.”
He reached down and helped me stand up, then grabbed the body wash again and started rinsing my face gently with his hands, washing it all off under the spray. “There, all clean,” he said casually, like he was just helping me with shampoo or something.
I stood there letting him, feeling kinda dazed but not mad or anything. He really seemed thankful.
Alex was dead quiet in his stall the whole time.
Marcus turned me around so the water hit my face better. “You’re the best, Em. Seriously.”
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