I was sixteen and my parents told me to take my youngest brother to little league practice. Once we got there, I noticed that there was no one there to coach, so I got a bat and a few balls and hit infield. The next practice the same thing happened. It turned out that the regular coach found out he had cancer and couldn’t handle practice, so that’s how I became, at 16, a little league coach.
It’s also how I met Melinda. She was 14, but wanted to play baseball. She would come with several other girls, (who looked like they would eventually keep their parents up at night). Melinda was too old for little league, but the organization didn’t care much for rules and she was allowed to play since there was no girl’s organization for her. She had her own cheering section and for a 14 year-old, she was hot, with gorgeous breasts and a fine ass.
Well, the season ended and I got a job at the concession stand at a ball park where a semi-pro team played. I drove there early one day in my dad’s camper and went in back to make some coffee. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and, when I opened it, there was Melinda standing outside. She had a package and a card to give me. It was an expression of thanks for coaching her.
I asked if she wanted to come in and have coffee. She said yes. I then opened her package and it was a key chain. I still have it, because it reminds me of that great day. I gave Melinda a hug and thanked her for the thoughtful gift and then I gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
I didn’t want to be known as some coach pervert, but I reminded myself that I was only two years older than Melinda and a minor, too. I asked if her parents or her friends knew where she was. She said no, why? I said that I could get in some trouble if people knew where she was. She said, “Don’t worry about that.”
We sat and had coffee and I was getting turned on. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples through her shirt. We talked about baseball for a while, then I asked her if she’d ever been kissed and she just smiled at me. She reminded me that I’d kissed her on the top of her head. I asked if she wanted more than that and she smiled again. What a turn on!
I suggested we climb into the bed of the camper and we started to kiss. Her tongue was sweet. To this day, I think there is nothing better than a deep kiss–except what comes after. I put a hand up her shirt and started playing with those beautiful breasts. She started breathing hard and pushed against me.
I asked if she wanted to stop and she shook her head. So I unbuckled and unzipped her pants and reached inside. She was wet. I asked if she was feeling good, or if she wanted me to stop, but she pulled me to her again and we kept kissing. I started pulling off her jeans and she helped me. Then I pulled my pants down, too.
Melinda was tight and it took a while to get inside her. I put a finger in her and saw her tense up. So I waited until she relaxed. Then I moved my finger around until she relaxed again. Finally I got on top of her and started pushing into her. I felt great, but she winced and pushed away at first. I told her I would stop if she wanted, but she said she didn’t want me to. So I pushed in again and waited for her to relax. About that time, I couldn’t stop from coming. I pulled out and came beneath her. We left a mess and I had to turn the mattress over because of it.
I saw Melinda a few times after that and each time we went at it. She told her friends that we were fucking and they wanted to know what it was like and if they could watch. I thought about it, but decided that would be too much. One day we were doing it in my car and her friends showed up and was there for the whole thing. I didn’t know until I busted a nut. I was pissed, but I realize now that I’d missed on an opportunity to deflower all of them.
Anyway, that was a great moment in my life and I hope Melinda is doing great.
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