See you around…” He made as if to reach for the door latch behind her. The threat was unspoken but obvious.“No!” she gasped, putting a hand o... his wrist to stop him. “I’ll do it…but…but…“But what?”“But what if somebody comes in, if they see us…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “They’ll think I’m…some little slut.”He moved his face even closer, until their noses were almost touching. When he spoke, his voice was oddly gentle, as if he were sorry she was in such an uncomfortable. My cock was elongated but not fully stiff. I could tell that Coach H was staring at my genitals. Coach H told me to turn to the right which I did. He told me to thrust my hips out which I did. Coach H then told me to turn to the left which I did. Again he told me to thrust my hips out. Coach H then had me turn so that I was facing away from him. “You have a nice body” Coach H told me. “You can sit down and start playing with yourself”. I sat down on the sofa and started stroking my. My nipples got hard and I wondered if he could feel them. My stomach bumped occasionally against him, against that hard erect penis that I had felt before. One song led to another, another slow number.Each time my stomach rubbed against his penis, I could feel his hand on my waist, very lightly pulling me into him. Never overt, never more than just a gentle squeeze. All the time he chatted as if it wasn't happening, as if I wasn't rubbing my breasts against his mid-riff, as if his hard penis. He had been dating Tess for a couple of months and while they hadn't had intercourse, they had done almost everything else. Still, Randy wanted more and knew that it was just a matter of time. But Tess had been a tough one for him. She didn't just roll over because of his good looks. It was a sweet challenge for him if not totally frustrating."Shhhhh," Tess whispered as she pulled the zipper all the way down and reached inside to grasp his hard penis. Slowly, Tess began to slide down his.