A VISIT

It was five o’clock in the evening, and Martha was happier than she had been in a long while. It wasn’t just that Bobby was taking her out that night for Valentine’s Day— OK, it was mostly that. She had been very surprised when Bobby had asked her out six months ago: he had never said more than a few words to her. But over time she had gotten rather accustomed to having him, and rather more annoyed by the legions of girls who trailed after Bobby at every turn. She had been one of those girls not too long ago, but Bobby was hers now and she wished the other girls understood that.
Despite her desire to mark Bobby as hers, Martha had been stalling for the last six months whenever Bobby brought up sex. She had rejected all of his pleas- “It’s not that big of a deal,” “It won’t hurt if your first time is with me,” “you’re a junior already and you shouldn’t graduate high school without sex.” She knew that Bobby had been used to having all of the sex he wanted before they started dating; telling him no was her way of making sure that he really cared about her and not just what was between her legs. There were times when Martha felt bad about stringing Bobby along, but she always brushed it off- it wasn’t like she wasn’t going down on him, she just wanted to wait a little bit longer before letting him take her virginity.
Tonight would be the last night of waiting. Martha’s family was on a ski trip for the weekend, so she had the whole house to herself. Martha had stayed behind, ostensibly because she had hockey practice on Friday, but really because of what she planned to do with Bobby later that night. She had gone to CVS on her way home and bought a box of condoms, but she hoped either that Bobby would be enough of a gentleman to buy his own or that the ones that she bought were the right size. She was very well acquainted with Bobby’s cock, but she didn’t know what condom sizes meant.
Martha retrieved her sexiest dress from the back of her closet, and her smallest underwear from the bottom of her drawer, putting them on. When Bobby had asked her where she wanted to go to eat, she insisted that they go to Bridgeport- she didn’t want anybody in Trumbull to know that she owned such clothing, let alone tell her parents.
Martha’s thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. She was momentarily confused, but then remembered yesterday’s hockey practice. As she was leaving the rink, Coach Will had called her over and told her that he had good news for her, but that he wanted to tell her entire family. Martha, forgetting that her family had left for Vermont earlier that day, had told him to come over the next day at 5 (leaving her three hours before Bobby came to pick her up). Realizing that she was wearing her sexy outfit, Martha grabbed a petticoat and threw it over herself before answering the door.
“Hello Coach.”
“Hello Martha.”
“I’m sorry I forgot to tell you this yesterday, but my family isn’t actually home today. They’re up skiing in Vermont for the weekend.”
“Oh. Well, at any rate I just wanted them to be there when I gave you the good news. Are you going somewhere?” he asked, pointing at her petticoat. Martha blushed.
“Not exactly, not right now. Come in.” They walked through the house and sat down in the TV room. Will had been coaching girl’s hockey for 15 years, but he’d never known a talent like Martha on the ice. As Will sat down and saw Martha’s petticoat ride up her legs, he also realized that he hadn’t known a beauty like her in the 15 years since he’d left college. He briefly wondered if she was even wearing anything underneath her petticoat, but brushed the thought aside. He wasn’t supposed to think that way about his players- he had a stable home life, and he wasn’t about to jeopardize it by thinking about a girl as young as Martha. He tried to push his thoughts about Martha out of his mind, but his growing erection made this hard to do. He quickly spoke up.
“There will be scouts at the game on March 3rd. One from Harvard, one from BU, and one from Northeastern.”
“Really!” Martha couldn’t believe it. Scouts never showed up at divisional games. When the team had gone to states last year, there had been a few scouts, but she hadn’t done anything to impress them. She hadn’t heard from any athletic departments at schools with a decent hockey program: she was starting to get desperate.
“Yep, I told them that—“
“Did you send them my newspaper clippings? Did you tell them about the record I set last year for goals?”
“Now Martha, not so fast. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“Oh come on, coach. I’m sure they’re there for me. You don’t have to pretend.” She smiled and leaned back in her chair, clearly pleased with herself. As she did so, her petticoat slipped even further, exposing more of her legs and some of her deep cleavage.
Will was troubled, although not surprised, by Martha’s attitude. There was no denying that she was the best player he’d even coached, and responsible for most of the team’s wins the last three years. But she had this streak of arrogance that he’d never been able to coach out of her. It was hard to tell your star player that they weren’t a star.
But as Will struggled to find something to say to bring Martha back down to Earth, he quickly developed another problem. As he looked over at Martha, he saw more of her thighs, and could swear he could see a speck of red underwear surrounding her slightly exposed crotch. He could also see the outlines of her gorgeous breasts, and was starting to wonder if she was actually naked under her coat.
“Martha, I’ll be blunt. These scouts have seen a million people like you.” That wasn’t exactly true, but Will pressed on, “What they’re looking for isn’t some girl who is good at hockey. They’re looking for a great girl who happens to be good at hockey. And nobody is impressed with you when you act like this.”
“Oh come on, coach. You know I could act humble if they actually talked to me.”
“I’m not sure that you could. I’m not sure you even know how to act humbly.” He kept talking, trying to look her in the eyes and keep his growing erection under control. “When was the last time you actually felt a bit of humility?”
Martha thought for a second. The last time she had been humbled was when Bobby had told her that she’d never learn how to be a woman if she didn’t learn how to have sex. She had been upset with him for saying that, but part of her still wondered if what he said was true. At any rate, she couldn’t mention that to her coach, so she said nothing.
“I can’t teach you to be humble. You’ll have to learn that for yourself. But there is something I can do to help. When March 3rd rolls around, I’m putting you on the third line. You better hope the scouts are paying attention and not getting hotdogs when you go on the ice.”
Martha’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe her coach would hurt his team just to prove a point. Not wanting to be in his presence, she stood up and walked upstairs to her room. As she left, her coat dropped to the couch.


RECONCILIATION?

Will was relieved to see that Martha was actually wearing clothes under her coat, and he was also glad that he got such a nice glimpse of her figure as she walked away. But mostly he was upset and confused. He hadn’t expected her to be so petulant because he didn’t think his punishment was all that bad: he would send her out with the first line after the first couple of shifts, and she could score some goals then. He followed her upstairs, where he heard her crying in her room. Maybe he had overdone it, but somebody had to put that girl’s ego in check- didn’t they? He decided that he would talk to her about something other than hockey until she came around, although at the moment the only subject he could think of was her wonderful ass.
“Can I come in?”
“The door doesn’t lock.” While that wasn’t a “yes,” Will realized that that was as good as it was going to get. He entered her room and saw her laying on her queen-sized bed.
“So what are you dressed for?” asked Will. Martha ignored him until the silence grew too awkward.
“I’m going to dinner with my boyfriend at 8.”
“Ah yes, Valentine’s Day. A holiday for the young and the beautiful.” Will hadn’t meant to add the word “beautiful,” but it was the only thing he could think of when he thought of her.