Hungry like the Wolf

Without a plan, Chloe ran across the school yard to the parking lot, making a beeline for Coach Mueller, standing by his car, packing up as he finished redressing. ‘Distract him’ was the only goal. She had no idea how, only that she wanted to. Two weeks ago, she would never have done something like this, intentionally putting herself right in front of the teacher she had a crush on. She could just talk to him, keep his attention, it didn’t have to be sexual. But after all the talk of horniness and cocks by the other girls, Chloe couldn’t think of anything other than that buff, Coach Mueller bending her over his car, pulling down her bottoms and…

She was breathless in more ways than one, but her eyes were brimming with energy as she straightened up, standing with her chest pushed out as the Coach turned around, almost into her. He stumbled back, against the car, startled until he had a chance to take in her flaming red hair and full lips. She smiled brightly, but unlike anything he’d seen from her before. She looked hungry, almost predatory, like a wolf eyeing its next meal. It was nothing like the shy, blushing girl who could barely meet his gaze that attended soccer practice.

“Hiiii, Coach Mueller,” she sang, shuffling closer until there was barely any space between them.

“Ch-Chloe?” He said, and looked to see if there was anyone else around, but Chloe raised a hand to his face and turned his eyes back to her. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” she said, with her hand still on his face, letting out a soft breath as her fingers trailed his strong jawline. “Or rather, so you could see me.”

“I don’t understand,” he said honestly as he reached up and took hold of her wrist, gently pulling her away. “Is something the matter? Do you need help?”

“Of sorts. Yes, there is something you can help me with,” she insisted, gaining courage by the minute, remembering Hannah and what she’d taught her; the power of a beautiful woman. “You see me at training almost every day. But, do you like my form?”

“Football? Is that what this is about?” He asked, wondering why this couldn’t have waited until term time. “Of course, you’re the best player on the team. You’re a great all-rounder. It’s honestly a joy to watch you play.”

“And when you…watch…me, what do you think about?” She lowered her hands to her sides, as she shifted weight from one foot to the other, subtly drawing his eye to her moving body. “I practice a lot, but I’m not like the other girls on the team. No matter how much I train, my figure is still so…full.” She turned slightly, almost giving him a side profile of her large breasts in her t-shirt and her curvaceous ass packed into her jeans. “Have you noticed that?”

“I, uh, don’t think we should be talking about this.” He cleared his throat. This felt like a daydream he had once, in the shower, but it was as inappropriate now as was then. Part of him hoped that he was still in the classroom, having simply fallen asleep during the seminar, but he remembered her fingers upon his face, and knew that it was real. “I need to be going now.”

He tried to move past her, but she reached out and grabbed his arm, saying, “no, wait.” They spun, their roles reversed, him pinning her against the car door, their legs entwined. She looked up at his face, close enough that she could feel his warm, unsure breathing tickle her nose. She never noticed how many grey hairs he had until now, until his face was right next to hers. She licked and parted her lips, instinctively, waiting for the kiss that never came.

He pushed himself back and straightened up, but he didn’t immediately leave, caught between what was right and ethical and the reaction of his body, his cock growing harder by the minute. He knew he had to get out of there, if he was to maintain any integrity at all, but another part of him didn’t want to leave. He liked Chloe. He liked the attention. He was curious, what will she do next?

She wished they weren’t standing out in the open. In the privacy of a classroom, maybe he would have kissed her. Maybe he would have thrown her over a desk and fucked her. Not that she would mind if he wanted to do it out here in the open either. She thought about the blowjob she’d given Gavin in the parking lot outside the nightclub. But this was in daylight, with her friends watching.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m being a nuisance,” she said, lowering her head as her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt. “I don’t want to get you in any trouble, but I’ve always been insecure about my body. My large breasts. Boys are always looking at them, thinking about touching them, licking them, sticking their…ahem…well, you get the idea.” She lifted her eyes to his again, seeing them saucer like, trying not to look as she thrust out her chest, trying not to imagine what the other boys wanted to do. “You were always so nice to me, during practice and games. Complimenting me. Encouraging me. I know what the boys want from me, but I want to know what a man thinks. Were you just being kind because I’m your student, or am I really that hot?”

“Oh, Chloe, it doesn’t surprise me that you have the boys tripping over themselves,” he said, forcing himself to maintain eye contact. “I’ve never lied to you. You are the best player on the team, and…you are beautiful. Never think any less of yourself.”

“And are these beautiful?”

In one singular, swift motion, she grasped the hem of her top and lifted it up to her chin, pulling up along with it the bottom of her bra so that her full, milky breasts, large and covering the entirety of her chest, with red erect nipples and dark pink areolas were completely bared before Coach Mueller’s eyes. If she thought his eyes had bugged from his head before, they were practically popping now at the sight of her magnificent bosom exposed before him, out in the openness of the school parking lot.

Inside the school, Heather, Madison and Peter watched Chloe sprint across the school yard. Heather was quite impressed that Chloe had been ballsy enough to just run out the door rather than fairly deciding between herself and Madison. It was definitely something she herself would have done if she was trying to get one up on Sharon or Ashley. But it impressed her that Chloe was the one who had done it. She’d changed so much recently, becoming confident to just take something when she wanted it.

“That bitch,” Madison growled, defeated. Even if she was having trouble orgasming, it didn’t mean she liked losing. And maybe all she needed was the strong arms and hard cock of her teacher to reminder what pleasure was. “Wait. She didn’t give us a signal so that we know it’s safe to go out. If we come up with one now, I can-”

“It’ll be safe when Coach Mueller isn’t looking this way,” Heather said, dashing any hopes the cheerleader had of joining Chloe. “Come on, Chloe, get him to turn around.”

Outside, Chloe talked to the Coach next to the car, but he had a clear view of the school entrance. If he looked up just a little, he’d easily see them leaving the school. She would have to get him to look the other way for them to successfully sneak out unseen.

“What the hell? It looks like they’re just talking. Lame.” Madison rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall. “She made it sound like she was going to do something crazy.”

“I don’t know why you expected anything different,” Peter laughed softly. “It’s not like she would just jump him in the car park. And even she did, he’s her teacher. He’d get in a lot of trouble for just looking at her weird.”

“Says the guy currently drilling the hottest teacher in school,” Heather teased, nudging the older boy with her elbow.

Peter put a finger to his mouth as she shushed her hard. “Don’t go spreading that around. Remember, I could say a lot of scandalous things about your relationships too.”

“Alright, alright, keep your panties on,” Heather said with a smirk, leaning away from Peter’s invasion of her space and looking out the window as Chloe and the Coach turned around, the Coach’s back to the entrance. “Yes! She got him to turn around. We’re good to go.”

“Are they kissing?” Madison half shouted, pressing her face right to the window.

“…no, they’re just standing very close, oh no, he’s moving again,” Peter exclaimed, placing his hand on the door to keep Heather from opening it. He relaxed though when he saw that the Coach didn’t move far. “Ah, it’s okay, his back is still to the door.”

“Oh shit!” Madison cried out, hardly believing her eyes as she saw Chloe lift her top and flash her breasts at the teacher.

“There’s your signal!” Heather noted, chuckling as she once again reflected on how brazen and self-confident Chloe had become. “Come on, we better go before-”

“Hey! What are you kids doing here?”