The connection between Justina and myself became stronger with each passing second. It was as if she was somehow sharing her capacity to feel with me....Her pleasured face looked down at me; her luscious lips falling agape and quirking in a wondrous smile, her big, violet eyes shining with astonishment, and her brow furrowed and creased with lines about her smooth forehead. Her chest heaved in bouts of pleasure, and her petite, cute breasts jiggled softly with her lustful expirations. A sheen of. The time or two that I had run into him around the neighborhood he seemed to get really flustered around me. I don’t know if he had a little crush on me or if he was actually that shy around all girls, but it was quite endearing. I found myself watching him as he sat in his room wearing just a pair of athletic shorts and no shirt. He was only eighteen, but his body was firm and he seemed to be in pretty good shape. Since my lights were off I knew he couldn't see into my room so I wasn't. He was so thick and hard it felt amazing, but so very tight. I whimpered a little, feeling a little sting of pain as he pushed forward more and he paused, letting me adjust some to his size, one of his hands moving from my hip to the front of me. His thumb strummed slowly over my clit and I moaned softly as he started to work it in slow circles, pleasure rolling over me. God he was fucking talented, I thought, shutting my eyes again, leaning into his touch. I could almost hear his smile as his. I had to suffer (?) a bunch more kisses from her and pats on the back from everyone around us. Like I said I don't remember anything about the game. After the game ended the cheerleaders came back to our seats to congratulate us and wish us well. I recognized a couple of them as having been on the varsity squad at our school the year I took over coaching. One of them remarked "Well Coach, I guess this means you're off the market." "Sorry girls," I replied "but it's official now that I'm spoken.