This happened like 2 years ago, when I happened to live in another part of the city. Since it was kind of a big society, girls were never scarce. Ther... used to be this one girl of my age, whose mom was friends with mine. So I occasionally go to her place and she comes to mine. Nothing wrong was in our relationship. We used to meet each other for studies and to catch up with each other. We used to spend hours talking to each other. There wasn’t a bit lust in our relationship, well, until this. " Sure coach." So off I went and started sorting the gear. Jerseys over here. Pants over there. Jockstraps in this pile. Man there were some guys that had huge jocks. Sweaty jocks!Everyone slowly left the field house and I had just finished sorting everything. I went back to the office. Coach had stripped down to just his coaching shorts but was taking them off as I walked into the office.He saw me and laughed. "I love winning don't get me wrong but I HATE being doused in Gatorade!" Coach said. After a while though, getting her off became more about her responses, and how it felt to be really good at making my friend cum hard. She's been my bestie since we were little and love her more than anyone. It's like taking care of her. I've grown to find the changes in her body very erotic. Gentle butterfly kisses inside her thigh first. Then a soft kiss on her clit. I love the feeling of her moist, warm skin, still pressed in a bit from being inside her panties, a subtle smell of. I hesitated but agreed. It was a mistake.The man was furious, and he was not alone. Beside him stood a red-faced British officer, a grenadier by his get-up, with wide shoulders and big hands, a man for forty-five or so I guessed, a professional artillery man. “Here I have invited Captain Charles to come meet you, have given him permission to court you, and where are you, off lollygagging with some cretin.”I slowed my breathing and curbed my anger.“Courting me,” cried the girl. “I can’t believe.