Back at home, Bishnu was practically sitting in a pool of his own sweat. His heart jumped into his throat the second he hit send, fully aware that if anything went wrong here, his career and reputation would be utterly ruined. As he sat and stared at his text, his misgivings grew. He found himself starting to panic, slowly but surely, and when Amritha's typing bubbles started up, he thought he might throw up.
Sure! Is it cool if I just come now?
Bishnu let out a ragged breath that sounded more like a cough. He unclenched his fist, only now realizing that he had been squeezing so hard his nails had left marks in his palm. He closed his eyes for a moment and muttered a silent prayer of relief. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Amritha was into him too... that hug after the game proved it. And all of those little smiles, the times she had stopped by his office after practice to go over some minutiae of strategy, the way she flaunted her tight little body all over that field... he was a fool not to have seen it sooner!
Amritha hopped out of bed, glancing at the clock. It was half past six, and as it turned out, Coach Bishnu didn't live too far away. She glanced in the mirror quickly and decided against changing. She was in an oversized T-shirt and athletic shorts, her legs and feet bare and her hair French braided into pigtails. She slipped on a pair of flip flops and headed out to her car.
Bishnu thought he was dreaming when he opened the door. There she was, looking gorgeous as ever in her casual T-shirt and shorts. He did his best to maintain his composure as he greeted her and asked her inside.
Amritha politely declined his offer of refreshments, explaining that she couldn't stay too long. They sat down on the couch, and Bishnu started digging through a box of videotapes.
"Here's the coaches' film from the finals, the All-22, some of my own notes from film study..." he hoped she wouldn't hear the tremor in his voice. Being in her presence always made him feel nervous, she was so beautiful and confident.
As he talked, Bishnu slowly inched closer and closer to her under the guise of pointing out various details. But the closer he got, the more she seemed to slide towards the end of the couch. His heart sank as he noticed her fidgeting uncomfortably, with little glances towards her phone on the coffee table. Inside, he was burning with exasperation. She was right there, inches away from him, and he was blowing it!
"Amritha," he finally said, with a desperate energy in his voice, turning to face her fully, looking into her big blue eyes. The unease and apprehension written on her face made him stammer and trip over his words. He could feel himself starting to sweat again.
"I... listen, it's been so great coaching you Amritha... and honestly, I always thought that maybe there was a little more between us, you know... you're just such a gorgeous girl and I...I..."
As he frantically tried to figure out what to say, he reached out and put a hand on her bare thigh.
Amritha's eyes widened in shock and horror. She could scarcely believe what was happening here... she felt like throwing up. She would never have believed Coach Bishnu was this kind of man, and she felt scared, angry, betrayed all at once. She pushed his hand off of her leg and got up to her feet.
"I gotta go," she said brusquely, grabbing her keys and striding towards the door.
For a split second, Bishnu sat on the couch in defeated terror. How, how could this have happened? How had he bungled this once in a lifetime chance... and now his angel would walk out of that door, never to return? Panicked thoughts swirled around his head. She would tell her parents... the superintendent... other students... it was the end of everything! Almost in a daze, acting on autopilot, he jumped up and ran after her.
Right before Amritha reached the door, Bishnu caught up with her. He wrapped his stocky arms around the girl's waist from behind, holding her tight, pressing her arms against her side so hard that she couldn't move. She gave a little squeak of surprise as he grabbed her, but before she could scream or say anything else, one of his hands clamped tightly over her mouth.
Bishnu held Amritha there for a moment. His heart was pounding harder than ever before, and he felt that he was about to cry. He hadn't even realized what he was doing, he had no idea what to do from here... he couldn't just let her go. He had to talk to her somehow, explain the situation, get assurances that she wouldn't say anything!
As he contemplated his options, Amritha was struggling furiously in his grip, trying her hardest to break free. Her muffled grunts and yells into his hand were positively furious. She kicked violently, wrenched him this way and that, jerked her head back and forth in a vain effort to break his grip on her jaw. She was strong for her size, and Bishnu realized that he could not stay here.
Despite her ferocity, Amritha was light enough that he could pick her up from behind. He carried the kicking, screaming girl back over to the couch and sat down on it with her in his lap. He was breathing heavily, trying desperately to collect his thoughts and formulate a plan.
"Shhh, it's okay Amritha, it's okay, it's all right," he whispered in her ear as she continued to wriggle helplessly in his grasp. It was all he could do to hold her still; he couldn't hear himself think. Not to mention her frantic squirming in his lap was making him rock hard, further clouding his judgment.
Finally, still covering her mouth firmly, he pushed her off his lap and face down on her belly on the couch. He straddled her from behind, his whole weight on the girl's back, pressing her down into the cushions. Her arms were pinned under her body weight and the only thing she could do was kick uselessly behind her. She had stopped yelling into his hand by now, and was simply groaning with her eyes squeezed shut.
Bishnu laid on top of his star player for a minute, breathing heavily, trying to think. But even though she was unable to struggle, he still couldn't think clearly. His cock was pressed against her tight, muscular little ass, and her face felt so soft under his hand. He softly ran his free hand over her head, petting her blonde hair. It was exactly like he had dreamed. He couldn't resist the urge, feeling like he was being controlled by an outside force as he leaned over and pressed his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. Amritha gave a low, desperate moan.
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Amritha. It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispered soothingly into her ear. She made another little whimper, and then she was crying. Bishnu's heart sank. The bitch didn't love him. She wouldn't love him, after everything that he did for her. Ungrateful, spoiled, heartless... just like everyone else in her fucking generation. He felt as if someone was sticking knives into his heart. And suddenly, two things were abundantly clear to him. One, he was never going to see Amritha again after today. And two, he had already gone so far that he might as well have... and so, what did it matter if he did?
His mind and body suddenly possessed by a nervous, feverish energy, Bishnu slipped his hand under Amritha's T-shirt. The girl gave a start and began squealing into his muffling hand again, twisting furiously underneath his crushing weight. Bishnu took his time, savoring the feeling, sliding his hand up her torso and under her bra. He cupped one of her breasts, relishing the soft skin.
Amritha whined helplessly. She was trying so hard to free herself, even work an arm loose, but to no avail. Her mind could barely even grasp the situation of being pinned down on her coach's sofa, with his hand under her shirt groping her. She was hyperventilating, trying not to puke or lose consciousness. Her hands were stuck underneath the weight of both their bodies, so that his was free to explore her body at will. She'd only had sex twice in her life, and her sensitivity was still so high that she cried when he stroked her nipple, pinching and twisting it, his lips pressed against her neck.
The further Bishnu went, the more he wanted, no, needed to have. Frantically, he pulled his hand out of the girl's shirt, and stuck it down her shorts instead. Her hands were pinned right there under her, so he could feel her soft little hand grab his hairy wrist, trying desperately to slow his invasion, to no avail. He rubbed her over her panties for a minute, then stuck his finger inside her. Amritha screamed, and her feet drummed on the sofa's armrest behind them. Bishnu moaned despite himself.
"God, you're so fucking hot," he whispered into her ear as she sobbed into the couch cushion. He fingered her for a long time, alternating between fucking her with one or two fingers and massaging her clit. If he closed his eyes, her high pitched little whimpers and moans almost made her sound like she was enjoying it. His mouth nuzzled hungrily around her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting.
To her horror, Amritha found herself getting wetter and wetter. It wasn't her fault, it was a purely physical reaction as she was being stimulated against her will, she thought desperately. But the shame of feeling herself get wet under this man's fingers was almost unbearable, especially when he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Fucking hell, I knew you liked that. I knew it. You're gonna like this too."