Sweat dripped from my face as I sank the last few shots of the day. The ball swished cleanly through the net, the sound as satisfying as ever. I wiped my forehead, feeling the heat of the gym on my skin, and reached back to untie my locs. They fell to my shoulders as I bent to pick up the basketball, the familiar weight of the day settling in.
Being the Athletic Director was supposed to be a behind-the-scenes job, but lately, I'd found myself doubling as head coach for every sport we offered. At an all-girls academy, I didn't expect much in terms of athleticism when I first got here, but I was pleasantly surprised. These girls were scrappy, determined. That said, we were struggling offensively lately, and it showed in our recent losses.
"Coach!"
A voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to see Lauren jogging toward me. She was our starting shooting guard, tan, short, and tomboyish to a fault. Fast, smart, and our leading scorer with 14 points a game, she had been the backbone of our team. But recently, she'd been off her game, sluggish, careless, making decisions that cost us critical points.
She stopped a few feet away, hands awkwardly clasped behind her back. She wasn't her usual confident self. Shy? That was new.
"What's up, Lauren?" I asked, crossing my arms as I watched her shift on her feet.
She hesitated, then looked up. "Well... you know I've been struggling lately, and... I was hoping you could give me some private lessons. Help me get my head back in the game?"
I rubbed my chin, studying her. "Private lessons, huh? Alright. Let's start with some shooting drills. I need to figure out what's going on."
Grabbing the basketball, I tossed it her way. She caught it and began dribbling. Immediately, I noticed the stiffness in her movements, the fluidity that once made her dangerous was gone. "Stop," I said, motioning her over.
She trotted back, looking at me expectantly. "What's wrong?"
"You're too tight. We need to stretch you out first. Sit down."
She made a sly comment under her breath, but I let it slide. These girls were going to be the death of me, I swear. Lauren plopped down on the gym floor and spread her legs, reaching toward her right foot. She could barely touch her toes.
"Alright, let me help." I knelt beside her and placed a hand on her side, guiding her torso gently forward. She flinched slightly, her body shivering under my touch.
"Relax," I said. "You're wound up like a spring. Loosen up."
Lauren exhaled and leaned into the stretch, her resistance giving way. I stayed focused, my mind already running through ways to get her back to the player I knew she could be.
We moved on to her left side, which turned out to be just as stiff, if not worse, than her right.
"Jesus, Coach, are you trying to break me?!" Lauren yelped as I pushed her a little deeper into the stretch.
"Not yet," I said, unable to resist a sly grin, pushing her just enough for her fingers to finally brush her toes.
"Alright, now the middle. Reach as far forward as you can," I instructed, stepping behind her. I placed my hands lightly on her back to guide her down, applying a gentle but steady pressure.
She let out a soft sound as she stretched further, and for a moment, it threw me off. Teasing brat. I kept pushing her lower, impressed by her flexibility. My focus, however, faltered when my gaze wandered where it shouldn't.
Her form was slim but toned, her shorts accentuating just enough to catch my eye. Alright, enough of that. I quickly snapped my attention back up, shaking the stray thoughts from my head.
"Isn't this deep enough?!" Lauren interrupted, glancing back at me. "I think you've pushed me as far as I can go!"
I pulled my hands away and straightened up, hoping my momentary lapse hadn't been obvious. "Yeah, that'll do," I said, clearing my throat. She smirked up at me, flashing a cheeky grin. Did she notice? That wink certainly didn't help.
"Alright," I said, trying to focus again. I grabbed a ball and tossed it to her. "Let's get to shooting."
We started with form shots to ease her into a rhythm. To her credit, she didn't miss a single one, but they were just warm-ups, nothing to celebrate yet. Next, I had her step to the free-throw line. She missed a couple of shots here and there, but her accuracy wasn't far off.
"Not bad," I said. "Alright, let's hit the three-point line."
Lauren groaned but nodded, jogging to the corner. I set her up with a drill, five shots from the corner, then rotating around the arc. As expected, the three-point shots were her weak point. Her form wasn't terrible, but her consistency just wasn't there.
Still, there was progress. She hit more than I expected, which was an improvement over her recent slump. Maybe all she needed was some stretching and focused reps to get her confidence back.
"Not bad," I said as she finished. "Just make sure to loosen up before tomorrow's game. Got it?"
Lauren nodded, wiping her forehead. "Got it, Coach. And, uh... thanks for the help. You're not that bad at this, you know."
"Gee, thanks," I said, shaking my head as she laughed.
These girls really were going to be the end of me.
...
As the day came to a close and I lay in bed my thoughts start to wander about the day, until my brain couldn't stop focusing on Lauren's ass, small yet plump, as I kept thinking about it my hand unconsciously started to slowly stroke my penis through my pants to the thought of me manhandling her using her small tight body like a toy to please myself, just imagining how tight she is made my dick pulse in excitement but as I realised what I was doing I stopped myself, this isn't why I came to this school, I can't let my thoughts get corrupted like this.
Game day had arrived, and I stood by the bench with my arms crossed, watching my starting lineup take the court. The air buzzed with anticipation as the players prepared for the jump ball. The moment the whistle blew, something felt different.
We won the tip-off, and our point guard wasted no time, pushing the ball up the court. She swung it to Lauren on the wing, only for the defense to double-team her immediately. Lauren didn't flinch. With a sharp crossover, she left her matchup stumbling and drove straight to the basket, finishing with ease. The ball swished through the net, and just like that, we had momentum.
Lauren was on fire. She sliced through the defense, drained her signature fadeaways like clockwork, and played with a focus I hadn't seen in weeks. By the time we were two and a half minutes into the first quarter, the opposing coach was forced to call a timeout. We were up by sixteen points, holding the other team to just one basket. No matter who they threw at Lauren, they couldn't stop her.
The girls huddled around the bench, their excitement infectious. High-fives were flying, and Lauren was at the center of it all, grinning from ear to ear.
"I love how we're starting this game," I said, looking around at the team. "Keep it up and let's finish strong. No letting up!"
The girls cheered, their energy carrying them back onto the court as the timeout ended. The rest of the half went exactly the same. By halftime, we were up by 26 points, and Lauren had already tied her career high with 24 points.
In the second half, the dominance continued. The other team couldn't break 30 points, while Lauren finished with an incredible stat line: 36 points, 14 rebounds, and 6 assists. It was a performance for the books.
The bus ride back was electric. The girls were all smiles, laughing and chanting Lauren's name. She soaked it in, but it was clear her focus was on the team's victory, not just her own.
When we pulled into the school parking lot, the team poured off the bus, still buzzing with excitement. I stood near the door, making sure everyone had exited, but as I turned to follow them inside, I noticed Lauren stepping off last.
Her grin was as wide as ever, her face glowing from the high of the game. "Coach AD!" she called, jogging up to me with that trademark cheeky smile. "What's up with your training? I didn't miss once today!"
I chuckled, patting her lightly on the head. "Ain't nothing to it. You're just that good."
She poked me playfully in the stomach. "Nah, Coach, I don't buy it! You've got some magic in those drills of yours. I'm definitely coming back for more!"
"Anytime," I said, watching her run off to join her teammates, her laughter echoing in the crisp evening air.
These girls were unstoppable when they played with this kind of heart, and Lauren? She was a force of nature for sure, and a cute one too.