I got dressed and went back out there.

"Ladies, look who finally grew up and decided to join us." Michael said as soon as he seen me.

He is really making me regret coming back out here.

"Are you going to stop being a dick and coach or keep putting me on the spot?" I got a lot of ooo's and awww's. I didn't do it for attention, I did it because I'm tired of it.

I don't give a shit what just happened, it doesn't excuse him from the way he's treating me.

"Are you going to be an adult and take criticism to help your game, or are you just going to keep crying, about me calling you out on what you need to improve on?"

"There are 12 other players on the team and I'm the only one who keeps screwing up? Right. Ok."

"Erica, suicides, 45 minutes!" Michael snipped at me. "The rest of you, practice is over! Head to the locker room gather your belongings. Practice tomorrow at 5:30 pm don't be late."

I started doing the suicides because the girls had to do them. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't do it and they did.

Michael went into his office and the girls went to the locker room.

After about 15 minutes they were gone. It was just me running these suicides and Michael in his office.

I ran for 20 more minutes and then I was just done. Fuck the 45 those poor girls. But 35 was enough for me.

I started walking to the locker room again. I got in there and it felt so good and cool. This time I really was going to take a shower. I sweat too fucking much that it should be illegal.

I was getting my clothes and stuff out of my locker when he made his presence known.

"You still have 10 minutes left." Michael said behind me.

"I don't give a shit how many minutes I have left. You just better be glad that I came back out and did the 35." I scoffed.

I slammed my locker shut, grabbing my stuff and walking over to the showers again.

I leaned over and turned on the shower. I still had my practice gear on an I felt a slight tug on the back of my jersey. 

"You look so sexy in your uniform,  baby." Michael softly said rubbing up and down my back.

"Well that's too damn bad, I'm returning it to you once again." I started taking off the jersey and shorts again. I handed them over to him.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to get naked." I turned around so my back was facing him. I didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward. Usually I do.

"Let me help you." Before I could say anything, my sports bra was being lifted up and off of my shoulders.

Michael rested his chin on my shoulder, looking down at my breasts that's clearly visible now.

"You have beautiful, perfect breasts baby. Just as I imagined." Michael hands groped my boobs and squeezed them gently.

He moved onto my nipples, squeezing them, making them hard.

One hand was busy with my boob - while his other hand slowly made its way to the inside of my panties. I was drenched.

"Oh baby.. you are soaked. Is that because of me?" Michael murmured in my ear.

His hot hand found my swollen nub - rubbing it in circles.

He quickly pulled my panties down leaving me exposed.

"God damn, you are perfect babe." Michael meaningfully said.

I heard movement behind me but I didn't dare turn around to see what he was doing.

"Turn around - face me." He said after a couple minutes of silence.

I turned around slowly, just to see my naked coach, putting our clothes neatly on the bench in our little shower pod, shutting and locking the door right behind him.

I couldn't help that my eyes drifted down towards his very big hard dick. That thing isn't going to fit. There is no way in human nature that it will.

"Stop, whatever you are thinking about stop it. I'm not going to do anything that'll hurt you, I promise."

"O-Okay.." I said quietly.

"Do you trust me?" I nodded my head.

"No, I need to hear it from your mouth. Do you trust me? I need you to fully trust me with your mind, body and heart. If you don't then I'll stop and leave you alone."

"Yes, I trust you Michael. I fully trust you." With that being said, I was backed into the back wall, getting wet from the shower head.

"I don't want to see any boy with his hands on you, flirting with you or anything. You are mine do you understand me? This pussy, your pretty little mouth, and your body is going to have my name written all over it." He said knowingly in a stern manner. His dark brown irises staring into my hazel ones.

"Y-yes I understand."

Michael attached his lips to mine. Those soft, plump lips of his felt so good against mine. It's everything and more that i dreamt of.

"There is so much I want to do to you, but right now I just want to bury myself inside of you. Are you wet enough for me?" I nodded my head yes.

Michael bent down and grabbed me under my thighs to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You have to let me know if I'm hurting you, okay? If you are in too much discomfort, we can just stop."

"Okay."

I could feel the tip of his dick rubbing up and down my labia to collect some of my wetness.

Michael placed the head of his dick at my entrance pushing it slowly inside of me. He caught me off guard and slammed himself inside of me.

It felt like I officially lost my virginity even though I wasn't a virgin. It was like my vagina walls explored a whole new world painfully. He held me like a baby, while I was crying. I knew it was going to hurt, so I wasn't upset with him.

"Shhh baby it's okay. The pain will go away faster this way." Michael wiped the tears that were falling down my cheeks.

He attached his lips to mine again as a distraction. I felt him move his hips all so slowly. He repeatedly pulled all the way out, just to dive deeper inside of me.

The pain started to disappear and it felt - he felt really good. He was hitting all the spots that I didn't even know I had.

"F-faster.. harder Michael.." I moaned audibly.

It took him no time to give me what I asked for.

"You feel so good babe. You fit me like a glove."

You could hear the sounds of our bodies contact. It filled up the entire shower pod.

All of a sudden I heard distinct voices coming from the locker room.

Michael clearly didn't hear them. I had to stop him before we get caught.

"Michael.. stop there is people in here." I whispered loud enough for him to hear me.

"Damn it." He mumbled letting go of my legs, leaning against the wall.

"I can't believe Erica is leaving the team. The way she stood up to Mr. Jackson was just unbelievable." One girl said.

"They have to be fucking. You could feel the tension in the air when she came back. I'm sure they fucked when he followed her in here the first time." The other girl said.

"No, I've known Erica for awhile now. She would never settle for that. Mr. Jackson was being a good concerned coach and just talked to her. Besides, even though he is the hottest male at this university, and the best basketball coach, doesn't mean he would lose his job for a student. I just don't see it."

"You don't know people nowadays. Girls like that hide things very well. Besides, did you see how defensive she got?"

Michael grabbed my hand, bending me over.

"Put your hands on the wall." He whispered.

Once I did he instantly entered me again.

"She got defensive because of how much he was disrespecting her. There is nothing wrong with taking up for yourself."

"I don't know. I wonder if she is coming back though. She seemed pretty serious about quitting."

I heard mumbles and then the door closing.

Michael pulled me up so that his front was pressed against my back.

"You still plan on quitting?" Michael asked me, while playing with my nipples.

"Y-yes.. I'm quitting the team." I sighed, loving the feeling of penetration he's giving me.

"Why? If you leave the team, we won't be able to have after practice shower sex." He pinched and pulled a little on my nipples causing a rush of electricity to my vagina.

"I-I'm not g-going FUCK!" I stopped what I was saying when he started rubbing my throbbing bud.

"You aren't going to what? Don't you release until you tell me. God you feel so fucking good." Michael groaned.

"Fuck.. I can't.. I'm going to.." I whimpered.

"Don't you do it Erica. You are going to tell me before you release." Michael purposely angled his dick so that he was hitting my g-spot.

"I'm not going to put up with your shit Michael. I.. fuck.. I can't hold it.."

My body started shaking, I felt almost every nerve in my body go straight to my stomach, my legs felt weak. I'm sure if it wasn't for him holding me, I would've fallen over.

"That was so fucking hot, even though I told you not to. I can't show favoritism, they'll catch on." Michael moaned against my neck when I kept squeezing him.

"If you keep doing that, you'll make me bust quick." I kept doing it just on purpose, which caused him to spin me around, lean me against the wall, with one leg in his hand.

"That still doesn't give you the right to embarrass me. Wha-what about Kelly? She hasn't made a shot since our game with Riverside. Y-you don't call her o-out." Michael started fucking me as hard as he could, staring into my eyes.

"I don't give a shit about Kelly. Kelly isn't my top player, you are. My only focus is.. god damn it you are going to make me bust.. my only focus is you. On the court and off." Michael gritted.

"Still doesn't give you the right to-"

"Stop talking, just enjoy this with me." Michael said sincerely.

"Fuck me like you mean it then, daddy." That is when all hell broke loose.

My back was being banged up against the wall. Water splashing in between our bodies. He had a tight grip on my waist that I knew for sure would be bruised tomorrow. I really didn't care though. He was making me feel so fucking good.

"Are you going to come for daddy again?"

"Yes.. fuck!" I knew Michael was just as close as I was. I could tell because of how his face was scrunched up. He looked so fucking hot.

"Come with me baby, I can't hold it any longer." Michael grunted.

I came and I came harder than the first time. Michael took a little longer, but not too much. He slammed himself inside of me, holding me in place by my hips, emptying everything that he has in me.

He leaned his forehead against mine panting.

After a few minutes, I pulled him out of me, moving away from him. I got under the shower head and started wetting my hair fully.

"Can I wash your hair?" Michael finally spoke up.

"No it's ok, I got it."

I grabbed the shampoo bottle - before I could squirt some in my hands he took it away from me.

"Don't be like that, just because we fucked."

"Be like what?" I asked confused.

"Stuck up and ashamed of what just happened."

"I'm not acting like anything. I just said no because I can wash my own hair." Michael grabbed my body and pulled it close to his.

"I love you. I would never ever take advantage of you. Do you know that? I want you, I want all of you. I want you to stay with me tonight, I want to fall asleep and wake up with you in my arms. What do you say?"

Oh wow. Michael just admitted that he loves me. I didn't expect that.

"I say that I love you too, and I'll stay with you tonight. But I'm still quitting the team."