Ashley, or Ash to her friends, is 16 and developing into quite the middle distance runner specializing in the 800m and 1500m events. She had found running after failing at lots of other sports including soccer, basketball, field hockey and worst of all lacrosse. But over the last few years, with determination, hard work and a coach that believed in her, Ash was becoming a truly competitive runner and getting noticed by more than a few colleges. She is quiet and reserved, shy almost, rather petite and looks more like a 14 year old… a late bloomer in every aspect.

State sectionals were coming up in 3 weeks and there would be college recruiting scouts at the meet. Ash had come 2nd in both events at her last two meets being overtaken in the last 50 yards by her rival from a nearby school, Tilly Marshall. Ash and her coach had agreed that she needed to focus on her final kick and some strength work to give her the best chance to win at sectionals.

Ash had developed a great relationship with her coach, Dan, a late forties former star college athlete who was passionate about bringing out the best in his athletes. Dan had a reputation for great results and even though a lot of his athletes found him scary, Ash had come to realize that he was really a big softy on the inside, and as long as you did what he said and tried hard, he was easy to get along with and would do anything to help. In the last year they had become close… that is to say she enjoyed looking forward to seeing him at practice even though they didn’t really talk much, sometimes all it took was a certain smile, a nod of the head or quick pat on the shoulder and she knew he cared and had her back. When they had talked, she found the conversation flowed naturally and she enjoyed talking to him about all sorts of things, especially on the odd occasion he had to give her a ride home or to or from a meet when her parents couldn’t make it.

This particular Saturday morning, Ashley and her teammate, Helen were scheduled for an extra session to be held at Dan’s house. The workouts were tough… hill sprints and a circuit piece, but those were followed by a delicious breakfast on Dan’s deck which looked out over the valley and provided a chance to decompress and talk in a less formal setting. Being granted one of these “private sessions” was a privilege and acknowledgement that you were one of the team’s best athletes and every athlete looked forward to these rare opportunities. Dan was always careful to make sure that no athlete came to his house alone, and everything happened outside. From his driveway hill sprints, to circuits, the cool down stretch on his lawn, to breakfast on his deck - he never invited anyone inside his house. This was Ashley’s third invitation, but it was still a novelty and a thrill to have been invited, to be recognized as one of the best and she was excited for it - despite the awful weather.

Today the weather had not cleared as forecast and it was still raining and miserably cold as Ash headed out on the 15 minute drive to coach’s house, planning to pick up Helen en route. She had recently gotten her driver’s license and it was still a thrill to be driving - she loved the independence and how grown up it made her feel. Just a few minutes from Helen’s house, Ashley got a text saying Helen “wasn’t going to go and workout in the cold and rain”. Ash was frustrated but not surprised… Helen was a natural, but the past year she had been distracted by boys and the party scene and she just did not train like she used to, and the results showed. Ash was disappointed and frustrated. Having a training partner always helped to push harder - but more importantly she was worried that coach Dan would cancel now that she was alone. Ash desperately wanted to get in a solid workout… she knew she could win sectionals, and this was exactly the sort of training that would get her that win. She was also looking forward to spending some time with Coach Dan, having breakfast together and talking about college recruiting, she was really enjoying the bond they were developing.

Ash decided to keep heading to Dan’s house, hoping that he would not turn her away when she showed up alone, suddenly nervous now as she made the last turn up his steep drive way. So many things made her feel grown up right then… driving her own car, preparing to meet college coaches, being considered one of the team’s elite runners and going to Coach’s house alone… she just wished the rain would stop. Helen was right, this would absolutely suck!

As Ashley swung her car into the parking area, coach Dan stepped out of his front door dressed in wet weather gear, lofting a large golf umbrella and striding out to meet “them”. Ash saw that he looked puzzled when she stepped out of the car alone and was sure that coach would send her home. Dan greeted her warmly and offered her the shelter of his umbrella and together they scurried to his covered deck. Out of the rain, Ash showed Dan the text and she could see the frustration in his face, as he handed Ash back the phone somewhat disappointed and muttered - “Such a waste of talent”.

She was encouraged when he looked at her with decided approval and continued “… but you are here, and that is why you have been doing so well, I’m proud of you, let’s make this worthwhile shall we? The weather is lifting, hopefully it will clear in a few minutes. How about you get some stretching done, I’m going to grab a coffee and be right back”.

Ashley was so relieved that Dan was still going to train her today even though she was alone and had felt a little thrill when he told her how proud he was of her… a compliment from coach Dan wasn’t an every day occurrence.

She had seen a sparkle in his bright blue eyes and a genuine smile as he had said it. He clearly respected her, but there was something more… it was affection. She knew that Dan had grown to like her over the past few years, and it seems that in this one on one setting he was letting his gruff exterior down and was prepared to connect with her on a personal level.

Ash set about her stretching and after a few minutes the rain did let up to a drizzle and Dan reappeared with a Contigo coffee mug and they walked down the hill talking easily about the goals for the morning’s session.

10 hill sprints, each under 90 seconds, and then 6x circuit of 1 minute each: jump rope, squats, sit ups, planks and push ups. “Yikes this was going to hurt, but also - awesome! This is why I came”… Ash thought to herself as she absorbed the instruction. It wasn’t lost on her that coach Dan was out in the rain with her too, he was also invested in her future… she liked that they had become close over the past year or so, but now she really paused to think about him as a person, not just as her coach. She felt a sudden urge to hug him, but managed to resist.

She could tell that Dan must have been good looking in his youth. I guess he still kind of was, but his hair was greying and he had a bit of a belly on him… but in his college years he had been a stud - all the girls agreed. The team had seen photos of him from his college days, and had been impressed by his many records. Dan was a multi sport athlete, track and field in the spring where he was ranked #1 in his conference in the Decathlon and also played waterpolo. While those glory days were long gone, he still had the swagger and mindset of a high performance athlete and he sure knew how to motivate people to be their best.

Four hill sprints in and Ashley was in trouble. She had gone out too hard on the first three and was hitting a wall, it was all she could do not to stop on the 4th… but with a few technique pointers and some encouraging words from Dan, who stood half way up the hill - stop watch in hand - and she was ready to go again and again. Unfortunately the rain came back with a vengeance and by her 7th run Ashley was soaked to the bone. It was cold too, she did not really feel it while she was running, but on the walk back down to the bottom Ashley started to feel the chill really set in. She dropped a hint to coach that maybe 8 would be enough, but Dan smiled sympathetically at her and said.. “This is where champions are made.. those that keep going when it’s tough, when others quit, those are champions”.

Ashley flew up the hill those last three times, knocking first 4 and then 5 and finally 8 seconds off her average… coach had run with her on the last one, pushing her all the way up and they had shared a little hug of accomplishment at the top and Ash felt literally and figuratively on top of the world. The hug had been a first… and she had loved it. The two of them jogged to the covered deck going over her individual times, with Dan commenting how much better she had done when she truly pumped her arms and done a better job of lifting her knees, factors which Ash had herself felt made a huge difference. As they talked and took a break before the circuit, Dan noticed Ash shiver once, and then a second time a little more noticeably. She was absolutely soaked and was wearing just her basic running gear - a pair of volleyball spandex shorts and a tank top over a sports bra. He knew the cold must be setting in, but also that she would never complain. He was proud of how she had still come to train, and how hard she had pushed herself on the hill sprints. Not that he was surprised… he had seen extraordinary personal and physical growth in Ashley over the three years since she had joined his team. He had been pleasantly surprised by her work ethic, and her developing leadership qualities. Ashley was blossoming into a lovely young woman right before him. What had once been a quiet, somewhat plain and slightly awkward young girl, was now a confident, athletic and dare he admit it - attractive young lady - though he was quite sure that Ashley had no idea, and that made him like her even more. The transformation in Ashley was not a unique story, he saw it happen all the time, and it was indeed why he was so passionate about coaching. He knew he was making a big difference in many of his athletes’ lives and Ashley was as good an example as anyone.

It wasn’t always easy as a coach of high school girls. In addition to the mood swings and drama, even a devout monk could not help but notice the budding womanhood that surrounded him every day. Where ever he looked there were tight bubble butts covered by flimsy spandex. The front view offered no reprieve, he was often presented with a shot of camel toe, bare taut midriffs and perky boobs only just covered by a sports bra and from time to time there was the odd flash of something that wasn’t supposed to be seen. But with age and the dilution of frequency, Dan noticed or at least was affected by this all less and less. His athletes were far more like his daughters, and he was now getting to be the same age or even older than many of their fathers. But still he had eyes and Ashley was growing up. Her “puppy fat” had gone and she was lean and toned. Ash had developed a petite muscular butt with delightful curvature. She had a flat belly, toned legs and as she often trained in just her sports bra in the hot Atlanta weather, a nicely rounded but pert pair of breasts that he assumed to be a full B cup. He did not lust after Ashley nor have any thoughts of lechery, but he had noticed and admired her athletic physical development. She was developing into a beautiful person all around.

Some of these thoughts were swirling around his subconscious as she shivered again, this time  quite violently, and he noticed that her nipples were pushing out hard - plainly visible through her tank top, another tell tale that she was now truly cold. "You’re cold, let’s go inside and get you dry, I’ll make a hot chocolate and we can have our talk about college stuff and if the weather clears we can do the circuit afterward” Dan said to Ash with a look of concern and compassion. 

Ashley suddenly became aware of just how cold she was, and grateful at the thought of getting warm and dry. She felt a little thrill walking into coach’s house… it was easy though, their conversation flowed unbroken as Dan calmly and without fuss found a nice fluffy towel, a t-shirt, sweat shirt and sweat pants and handed them over. He showed her the guest bathroom and the laundry room with its dryer and invited her to do what ever would make her most comfortable, while he excused himself to also change and make those hot drinks. 

Dan was in the kitchen making two cups of hot chocolate when Ash reappeared, a little self conscious wearing Dan’s clothes… the noise of a dryer whirling away in the background. Dan had a physical reaction to seeing Ashley in his clothes… it was fleeting and he dismissed it instantly, but there was something about the idea of her in his house, wearing his clothes and he could not help consider for a split second what she was or was not wearing underneath. He shook it off quickly, offered a grateful Ashley the steaming mug of hot chocolate and ushered her into the living room where they sat together on a large sofa. Dan pulled out some college recruiting material to go over with Ashley who had to place her mug down on the table as she was still shivering too much to hold it without spilling everywhere.

Ashley had been so grateful to get out of her wet things, but hesitated for a moment in the bathroom - considering how much she should take off. In the end her discomfort ruled the day and she shed every stitch of clothing. She caught herself momentarily in the mirror… this was surreal. From being terrified of Dan a few years ago, to becoming fond of him, getting a rare invitation to one of his private workouts, to being the first athlete allowed into his house… and now here she was standing, albeit briefly, completely naked in his bathroom. It lasted only a brief moment, but Ashley had a premonition that something of great consequence was about to happen.

She sat easily next to Dan, pouring over the various college brochures listening intently as he discussed the various programs, the coaches who had reached out to him and where he thought she would be best suited. Ash could not believe the calibre of some of these schools… some of the best in the country… and expressed her doubt she could make it into any of them. Dan matter of factly went over her times, the times of the recruits to each school over the past few years, and she excitedly came to realize that maybe, with continued hard work, she could get into these schools and was now incredibly invested in the conversation, sitting forward trying to absorb it all. They sat side by side, legs and shoulders touching but unnoticed, going over the material.

Perhaps it was excitement or adrenaline, but more likely because Ash had truly been chilled to the bone,  she shivered again violently all of a sudden. 

Dan felt her shake and was startled to see that her lips were blue. “Are you still cold?” he asked with genuine concern.

Then it truly hit Ashley - she was freezing - and she started to shiver uncontrollably.

Dan put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close and Ash leaned in without hesitation.

“Oh my God you are so warm!” Ashley exclaimed with genuine appreciation and unabashedly pressed even closer, desperate to get more of that heat. “You are freezing” Dan replied, “like an ice block, I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have kept you out in that weather… I’ll be right back”.  Dan stood up, strode to his bedroom and returned a moment later with a pillow and a throw blanket. Without any fuss and with simple paternal care, he placed the pillow and in one seamless movement sat next to Ashley, threw the blanket up, open and over them both and pulled her to him as he laid down on the sofa with his arms and legs wrapped around her.  “YES!” Ashley exhaled in relief as she pulled herself tightly into the embrace and soaked up every bit of warmth she could. 

“How are you so warm?” she asked incredulously and then buried herself deeper into his hug, grateful for his hands rubbing her back vigorously, driving away the icy cold with each pass. They were pressed right alongside each other Dan lying on his left, Ash on her right. It was obvious that Ash was not only comfortable with, but extremely grateful for his attempts to warm her up, and he pulled her left knee up and over his right hip as he slid his leg between hers, pulling her as close as possible to him as his hand now rubbed her outer thigh too.

Ash still shivered a little but was already feeling so much better. She had sort of scrunched herself up into a stiff ball but was now unwinding slowly with each warming moment. Gradually Dan’s rubbing slowed as he felt Ash warm and relax and was delighted that as she did so she allowed herself to melt into him even more rather than pull away. 

It was a beautiful moment, her trust in him made his heart ache and he felt incredibly close to her. He stopped rubbing her back, reached down to take her hands that were wedged between their chests and held on, surprised by how cold they were. Conversely, Ashley again marveled at how warm his hands were and gladly clutched his tightly. He pulled them up to his lips and allowed his warm breath to wash over them and Ashley again cooed appreciatively. Over the next few minutes as Ashley warmed, she relaxed even further and took it upon herself to pull even closer into Dan’s embrace. He was so warm, but there was much more to it than that. It was innocent yet so incredibly intimate at the same time. She was lying in the arms of a man who had not just saved her from her uncomfortable condition, but as she thought back to the college brochures on the table, and to the years of training, pushing and encouraging, she thought about how Coach Dan had quite literally transformed her life.. and now she was lying in his embrace and it felt truly wonderful.

She lifted her face from being buried in his chest and placed it on the pillow looking into those piercing blue eyes, their noses only inches apart and all of a sudden felt a confusing wave of emotion rush through her. For a moment she wanted him to kiss her, even though she knew he wouldn’t… “how would he react if I kissed him?” she thought briefly. She had grown fond of Dan yes, but she had never been attracted to him, and wasn’t now, but she did feel an overwhelming sense of… what was it… it wasn’t love - surely not - but it was deeper than affection. She searched his eyes for some sense of what he might be thinking, hoping to resolve her own feelings as she did so. Just then he smiled broadly, with a genuine sparkle in his eyes, withdrew a hand from hers and tenderly tucked errant strands of her hair behind her ear. 

“Feeling better?” he asked almost in a whisper that only added to the sense of intimacy of the moment. 

“Much..” Ash replied earnestly, “so much better thank you… I still don’t understand how you are so warm”… she left that as both a question a statement.

“Is this ok?” Dan asked, presumably referring to their newly found entwined position… “just let me know when you want to get up” he continued, making it clear that Ashley was in control of the situation.

“This is fine” Ashley found herself whispering… “can we stay like this just a little longer?” She asked, fearing that he was looking to leave, and not yet ready for this moment to end.

“I’m going nowhere” Dan replied softly, “its totally up to you”.  “This..” he started and then hesitated, before continuing… “this is nice” he said, his voice betraying just a little emotion.

Ashley felt her heart soar, what ever this new feeling was, she was sure Dan felt it too. The age difference between them vanished, these were two people who had tremendous affection for each other, and right now, in this intimate embrace, each were experiencing emotions that were hard to understand, but wanting more.

“Yes it is nice” Ashley agreed, still searching his eyes, “so nice” her whisper trailed off as she shut her eyes.

Dan’s hand went back around her shoulders and pulled her even closer, as Ashley’s left hand  and arm slipped under his, pulling herself even closer until they were nose to nose. Dan’s hand slipped to her hip and drew her lower body tightly against him as Ashley helped the motion by scooching herself forward. She was suddenly aware how she was effectively straddling Dan’s muscular thigh, and how her crotch was pressed so firmly against it. She felt a tingling sensation developing inside that surprised her and yet she had no desire to extinguish, she even wanted more.

Ash shuddered involuntarily. "Still cold?” Dan asked, genuinely surprised…

“I guess” Ash lied, grateful for the cover of being “cold” rather than having to explain her unexpected hormone surge.

“Can you rub my back just a little more?” she continued the ruse for affect.

Dan placed his open palm in the middle of her back and began to rub slow but forceful circles down her back and over her hip. It felt great, she considered the power in his touch and felt so small enveloped in his muscular embrace, and could do nothing to tame the rising swell of stimulation as her pussy rubbed firmly against his thigh each time his hand passed back and forth over her hip. Even though most of her body was already pressed against his, she felt this connection above all. It was intense, burning, tingling, insatiable like she was somehow rooted to him through her pussy and she needed more…her mind started to swirl. She was losing rational thinking, breathing unevenly, and she was momentarily aghast when she realized she had just added her own forward rock, scrubbing desperately against his leg to appease the yearning in her groin. He was so powerful her entire body rocked with each circle pressing close and then backing off, and all Ash could think of with each press was how her little pussy was grinding rhythmically against his leg.

Dan’s mind and rational thinking became obscured in a fog. He gradually became aware of Ash’s pelvic curls but  thought he must be imagining it - “surely not!” On the next pass Dan suddenly lightened the pressure of his hand on her hip, yet Ash’s womanhood pressed rhythmically into his leg none the less. She was grinding on him ! Dan was stunned, but well past his best rational thinking, determined not to do anything that he would later regret, but not wanting this moment to end.

With each circle of his hand Dan found the hem of Ash’s sweat shirt rise slightly until he was brushing over a sliver of bare skin which grew slightly wider with each pass. He couldn’t help himself, the touch of her bare skin was intoxicating and he made sure that each pass brought the sweatshirt up just a little more each time until the gap between it and sweat pants was at least 5 inches wide. Ashley positively purred into him each time his hand brushed directly over her bare back and rasped one last time aloud how warm his hands were, a clear statement of permission and encouragement to continue. He couldn’t help himself, he slipped his fingers under the sweatshirt and T shirt and glided his hand up her bare back, up between her shoulder blades.

“So warm!” Ash exhaled deeply, she extracted her left arm from under his right, and took a fistful of Dan’s own shirt and pulled herself even closer. Her eyes still closed, her nose rested on his as their breath washed over each other. Dan continued to rub his circles and now added just a little extra pressure each time his hand travelled over her hip. Unable to stop himself, he expanded the circle so that his hand travelled over her left butt cheek, each time eliciting the unmistakable grind of her pussy against his leg.

“Do you want me to keep doing this?” Dan asked in a whisper.

“Yes!" Came a desperate hiss as their lips brushed ever so slightly.

On the next downward circle Dan added even more pressure has his hand rounded Ashley’s butt, pulling her vagina unmistakably purposefully and firmly against his leg, flexing it to provide even greater resistance.

Ashley’s lost more control. Her grip on Dan’s sweatshirt tightened and now their lips were touching - not kissing - but slightly parted and perfectly nested with Dan’s lips surrounding Ash’s upper lip and her lips entrapping Dan’s lower. Neither acknowledged the situation, unmistakeable as it was, nor did either do anything to withdraw. This was surely the line. Up until now everything could, perhaps, be explained away as innocent… but just one tightening of a lip muscle would betray the turmoil each was experiencing and fighting.

A moment of exceptional intimacy evolved as they found themselves alternating their breathing, purposefully inhaling each other’s exhalation. It was the most beautiful and intimate experience of Ashley’s young life and despite every effort to contain her feelings she finally lost control. Her lust would no longer be tamed, she curled her crotch forcefully and more quickly, no longer in time with Dan’s stroking as her breath grew more and more ragged. She tried to kid herself that Dan might not notice, but she also did not care, she felt so comfortable, so safe, so loved and so on fire, she surrendered to lust - the first experience of her so far innocent and sheltered life. She shed all pretense and humped his leg with wanton lust. The forbidden nature of their disparate age and this intimate act only heightening her excitement and ecstasy.

A little shocked to recognize Ashley’s impending orgasm, Dan contemplated pulling away, but considered the incredible awkwardness that would inevitably follow, and how badly it could all go from there. Instead, he decided to let her ride it out and make the experience as amazing as possible for her without any overt input from his part. He stopped his circles to cup Ash’s left butt cheek, gripping her firmly and aiding her rhythm, pulling her tightly to him as she scrubbed herself hard against his leg. When he felt her entire body begin to tremble, he pulled her forcefully against him and thrust his leg hard against her burning cunt.

She wasn’t quite sure when she lost control, when she could no longer pretend her movements were innocent, nor did she care. It was likely the moment that they began breathing from each other that finally lit the unstoppable fuse and absolved Ashley of any inhibition. Dan loved her for sure… and she knew she loved him back… not in love… but something possibly more profound and lasting and she surrendered to her primordial call.

She humped his leg shamelessly as she felt that familiar trembling begin… first in her stomach then in her butt, down her legs to her toes and then a wave that rushed to her head and back down and exploded in her crotch. She groaned openly into Dan’s mouth pressing her forehead firmly against his, their lips still interlocked but un-kissing reminded her again of the forbidden nature of what she was doing, increasing her excitement. Finally, with a guttural groan, the waves crashed over and over and over.

Dan pulled Ashley close as he could to maximize her pleasure, but otherwise did nothing to acknowledge her rolling climax. It took every fiber of his being not to kiss her or slide his hand under her sweatpants. Now that she was passed her crescendo, he simply held her and occasionally pulled her a little firmer as the last tremors of post orgasmic euphoria washed through, bringing her down ever so gently and slowly, maximizing her time in ecstatic bliss.

When he was sure her convulsions were over, he gently reached up to the back of her head, slipped his fingers through her hair and cradled her head against his, the most gentle way possible to acknowledge the intimacy they had just shared. Then, still breathing each other’s breath, Ashley fell into an incredibly deep slumber. Dan had no idea what to think of what had just occurred. He knew to his core that he had not set out to make this happen, it had been so naturally, so incredibly beautiful and intimate, but he also knew it should not have happened. But it had and now he was informed by two overwhelming realizations: The sensational bliss he was experiencing to have been so incredibly intimate with such a beautiful person along with the incredible privilege he felt that she must trust him so much to have done that. Then there was his desperate desire to make sure that when Ash awoke, to not let the whole situation unravel and become awkward. It wasn’t long before these emotions swirled and faded to black as Dan himself succumbed to contented sleep.

It was about 30 minutes later when Ashley gradually became aware of her bladder waking her up. She opened her eyes to see Dan fast asleep, his eyes only inches from hers, their lips no longer touching but so close she could feel the heat from his. She relived he last moments before she fell asleep and wondered what she should make of everything. She knew that she had been the one to begin the humping and had lost herself in the moment… “how could I have done that?” and at the same time, “how had it felt so good? OMG what will Dan think of me now? But he did kinda help at the end…” 

But he was still there, holding her, he hadn’t rejected her and he hadn’t tried to take things further or take any pleasure for himself… he just let her do what she needed to do, perhaps everything will be ok she reassured herself, though still a little unconvinced.

She tried to extricate herself from his embrace without waking Dan, but it was impossible. As she moved he stirred and then looked at her with kindness and affection in his eyes, a small smile appearing in the corner of his lips.

“You ok?” he asked, still in a whisper.

“Yeah, I just need the bathroom” Ash whispered back, a little nervously.

“No.. I mean, are we ok?” Dan asked probing still gently but making it clear what he was referring to.

Ash suddenly blushed and simply nodded.

Dan smiled kindly and said, “If you ever want to talk about this, just let me know… I thought it was beautiful, and I love that you trusted me.” He reached forward and kissed her briefly and gently on her forehead.

“Now go pee” he said with a smile, rolling away to let Ashley free.

She clambered over him relieved that the situation had been acknowledged and addressed, but so lightly and lovingly. She took a couple of steps toward the bathroom then quickly turned, walked back, bent over and kissed Dan on the cheek, briefly and gently.

“Thank you” she whispered as she stood up and turned to go pee.

Her heart swelled as she entered the bathroom and swung the door closed.

Her first intimate moment with a “boy” had been with a grown man, her Coach! It had been truly beautiful… and best of all no one at school would ever know, nor gossip or whisper about it behind her back. Dan was someone she knew she would always be close with, no matter what.

She caught a look at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. She felt so grown up, and a cheeky little question crossed her mind… “I wonder if coach Dan would be my first?”