Kacey

I'm not sure which was more surprising, That Kacey was here as she was always one to scatter on Friday afternoons, boyfriend or party or whatever. Or that she was dressed in that. I mean, I'm sure it's legal to wear, everything is covered, and she was wearing a bra beneath that shirt, but if ever there was something you could wear that wasn't appropriate in a professor's office, it was that outfit. It reminded me so much of some pics from those jailbait teenybopper porn sites it wasn't funny. And here in the flesh stood a girl who could give any one of those starlets a run for their money.

In the moment I was glad I was still seated at my desk because the erection I could feel forming in my pants, she'd have seen the tent right away. Dressed like that though, you can't come in here and not expect to tent your coach's pants. I knew she was a tease as I'd seen her around on campus showing off a little for the boys, and here she was now. I'm almost afraid to ask her what she wants, if she wanted a spot on the training schedule I'd give her a spot, I'd give any of the girls a spot just for asking, but dressing like that, was that really what she wanted.

"Hi Coach," she said smiling as she walked in. "Glad I caught you before I left. Do you have a few minutes for me?"