"I've got it," said Maci, signaling she was going for the ball. She managed to pass it to Fanny, who leaped into the air, her athletic frame tensing as she delivered a powerful spike across the net. Olivia lunged for the ball, her dark brown hair flying as she stretched out, but she missed it by inches. Fanny, with her short blonde hair and freckles, looked particularly fierce as she attacked the ball, her body almost in sync with the motion.
"You need to get moving, there's a match next week!" the coach yelled.
"Good play, Fanny," Coach Tyler called out, then continued, "Olivia, you need to move faster to get to the ball, you were well within reach."
"Sorry, Coach, I promise to be more energetic and make it up to you," Olivia responded with her usual playful and slightly cheeky tone.
Coach Tyler understood the double entendre in her words, and he felt a slight hardening in his pants. He hadn't had any more opportunities to be alone with Olivia. In fact, he had been actively avoiding such situations, knowing the risk it posed to his career.
But he knew he wouldn't see Emma for several weeks, and moreover, even though Emma was clearly more experienced in every way, the forbidden allure of Olivia, combined with her insolent mouth that he now imagined silencing with his cock, gave her a particular appeal. Deep down, he knew that sooner or later, he would give in, and with relish, would find himself buried again in one if not all of her holes.
"To think my biggest dilemma is whether to fuck my former student or my current one... many men would kill to be in my position," he thought to himself with a wry smile.
He continued giving advice to Maci and Fanny, who were exerting themselves fully. Coach Tyler couldn't help but admire their bodies in motion, the volleyball uniform accentuating their athletic forms. Maci's long legs stretched out perfectly as she dove for the ball, her tight shorts hugging her shapely backside, while her large breasts strained against the fabric of her jersey. Fanny's agility was evident as she leaped, her body moving with grace, the shorts showcasing her toned legs and the jersey clinging to her lithe torso, highlighting her athletic build.
"God, Tyler, stop ogling every girl on the team like you want to fuck them all," he chided himself, shaking his head with a half-smile.
"Okay, girls, practice is over. You've all worked hard. You can go change and head home," Coach Tyler announced, trying to keep his voice steady despite his wandering thoughts.
Olivia called out to Coach Tyler, "Excuse me, Coach, can Maci and I train a bit longer? I've missed a lot of serves and Maci's missed at least three passes."
Maci looked at her with wide eyes, silently asking what Olivia was up to.
"What?" Olivia said to her friend, "Isn't it true? Don't you want to get better so the coach can be proud of you?" she retorted.
Maci blushed at the words.
Coach Tyler agreed, "Mmm... alright, let's say another 15 minutes. Work on the passes for tonight."
Though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was hoping Olivia would stop by his office before she left.
He busied himself with collecting the scattered equipment, leaving the assistant coach to advise them on their form, who seemed particularly pleased to be working closely with Olivia. Then Coach Tyler made his way to his office.
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When Olivia and Maci entered the locker room, all the other girls had already left.
"I'll take a quick shower, and then we can go, okay?" said Maci, heading towards the showers.
Olivia responded with an enigmatic smile.
Maci was lathering her body under the shower, her hands gently massaging her slightly sore muscles from the day's physical exertion. The water cascaded over her light brown hair, which clung to her skin in wet strands, and her green eyes were briefly closed, savoring the warmth. Her long legs were slightly spread for balance, and as she soaped her firm, large breasts, they gleamed under the water's sheen, their fullness accentuated by the suds. Her shapely ass was firm yet inviting, the water running down the curve of her back and over it, teasing the line of her body.
She tilted her face up, letting the hot water cascade over her, relishing the soothing sensation one last time before she was about to turn off the shower.
It was then that she felt a touch, not a hand, but just a finger, tracing up from her hip along the contour of her body. Paralyzed for a moment, Maci's eyes were still closed, the water momentarily blinding her. Despite the heat of the shower, a shiver raced through her body.
The person behind her placed another hand on her opposite hip. Maci turned her head to see whose hands they were.
"Olivia, what are you..."
Olivia, completely naked, cut her off with a soft kiss, pressing her body against Maci's back. Maci could feel Olivia's hard nipples against her skin.
Macy turned towards her and gently but firmly pushed away.
"Olivia, what are you doing? You know I'm not a lesbian," Maci said with a forced smile, trying to maintain composure.
Olivia smiled, "I know, it's just for fun."
"It was for fun during our party, but here..." Maci started to say, only for Olivia to place a finger on her lips to silence her, then whispered, "Just pretend I'm Coach Tyler."
Maci went pale at those words. Olivia took advantage of Maci's disorientation to move closer, turning her sharply to face the wall where she placed her hands to steady herself. The hot water cascaded down her back, and the mention of the coach's name, combined with Olivia's hands now caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, began to erode her resistance. She couldn't help but release a sigh that sounded remarkably like a moan.
"Close your eyes and think of him, I'll take care of the rest," Olivia said with a playful yet seductive tone.
"How did you know that..." Maci began.
Olivia cut her off, "You're an open book, Maci," she said, her left hand sliding up to grasp Maci's neck firmly, while her right started to caress her buttocks from her position at Maci's back.
"I saw in your eyes that you dream of him fucking you, and let's be honest, he's probably noticed it too," Olivia continued.
Maci was starting to get wet, her body trembling slightly with excitement.
Olivia smiled at her friend's reaction as her right hand's fingers continued their descent along the curve of Maci's shapely, bubbly ass, gently brushing against her skin, which sent another shiver through Maci. Maci was still positioned with her hands against the wet tile wall, her back to Olivia, head bowed down, with Olivia's firm grip on her neck adding to the erotic control. Maci's long, toned legs were slightly parted, the muscles in her calves and thighs tensing subtly. Her light brown hair was now dark and heavy with water, sticking to her back and shoulders, while droplets of water rolled off her firm, large breasts, her nipples hard and visible.
Olivia's fingers reached the threshold of Maci's sex, and she whispered, "Isn't that the truth?"
Maci bit her lip, stifling another moan and avoiding the question. Olivia's right-hand fingers finally reached their destination, starting to play with Maci's clitoris. Maci realized that she had subconsciously spread her legs further apart, granting Olivia unhindered access.
"I want to hear you say it," Olivia insisted, her fingers now slowly circling Maci's clit with deliberate intent.
This time, Maci couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped her lips as she whispered a soft "Yes." Her fingers curled against the slick tiles as if she could grip them, the steam from the shower adding a layer of heat to the already charged atmosphere. The water droplets glistened on her skin, tracing paths over her arched back and down the crevice of her shapely buttocks, where Olivia's touch was now so intimately present.
"Forget it's me, imagine him behind you instead," Olivia whispered into Maci's ear.
Maci completely let go, swept up in the vortex of pleasure, unable to suppress a drawn-out, "Fuuuuck," as Olivia's skilled fingers worked their magic.
Olivia, despite the situation and the intended outcome, was genuinely surprised to see her usually reserved friend let go so fully, and she paused momentarily. Maci sighed, "No, don't stop, Coach." Olivia immediately smiled and resumed her movements, now adding the sensual invasion of a finger slipping into Maci's warm, receptive sex.
"Yes, go on," Maci managed to articulate between ragged breaths, "I'm all yours, Coach Tyler, you can do whatever you want with me."
Olivia was equally aroused to witness her long-time friend in such a state of excitement. Although she yearned to touch herself, she was determined not to interrupt her ministrations on Maci. Her left hand weaved into Maci's wet hair, grasping it firmly to pull her head back, exposing the graceful line of her neck. Olivia pressed her own body against Maci's back, guiding her forward until Maci was flush against the wall, the intimate contact intensifying the moment. Their wet skin slid together, Olivia's breasts pressing into Maci, her own arousal evident as she felt the heat from Maci's body, their breaths mingling in the steamy air. Her right hand had now found its way around Maci's body, reaching her sex from the front, making the position more comfortable and accessible.
Maci's back was arched, her breasts pressed against the wall, her breath fogged the tiles with each exhale. Olivia's touch was precise, her fingers gliding over Maci's clit with an expertise that spoke of hidden desires fulfilled. The sound of water was drowned by the soft moans escaping Maci's lips, her hips gently rocking back, inviting more, her mind lost in the fantasy of being taken by the coach, her body responding with a primal need to every touch and thrust.
Olivia could hold back no longer. She pressed her lips to the exposed neck of Maci, first placing a gentle kiss, then trailing her tongue delicately along the sensitive skin, tasting the mix of water and sweat, her breath hot against Maci's skin.
Maci had now completely let go, expressing her pleasure without restraint. Her cries filled the locker room, and if anyone had still been around, there was no doubt they would have heard their passionate encounter. Moments later, Maci was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm, her knees buckling as she almost lost her balance. Olivia, caught off guard, nearly stumbled herself but managed to hold Maci steady, supporting her through the tremors of her climax.
As Maci, dazed, caught her breath, Olivia stepped back with a smile, "Well, it seems you really needed that."
Maci, still facing away from Olivia, had her breathing under control now. Unexpectedly, without a word, she turned and briskly walked past Olivia, ignoring her.
Olivia, puzzled, watched as Maci hurriedly gathered her belongings.
"Maci, what's going on?" Olivia asked, her throat dry.
Maci finally faced her friend, tears of anger in her eyes, "How could you?"
"Maci..." Olivia whispered softly.
"You had no right!" Maci yelled with a fury and intensity Olivia had never witnessed before.
"Maci, wait, I..." Olivia started to say, but Maci was already running out, half-naked, clutching her clothes to her chest.
Olivia felt tears well up in her eyes and couldn't help but place a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. She stumbled to the nearest bench, collapsing onto it awkwardly. She buried her head in her hands.
"Forgive me, Maci... I didn't mean to hurt you..." she whispered as a tear dropped onto the cold tile of the locker room floor.
The small camera that Olivia had placed at the top of a locker was still filming towards the shower.
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