Varsity Squad?

When she reported for the first basketball practice she found that she had a nodding acquaintance with some of the other team mates in the frosh squad, having played against them at different times. The coach's name was Mark. Leo. He was very blond and extremely good looking, about her height and with a build that was both slender and very well proportioned. He looked vaguely familiar, and finally she remembered she had seen him with her coach at several of her games. The next two hours were spent getting lockers assigned, and suiting up and taking turns shooting baskets from different positions. Finally it had been "OK girls, to the showers". As everyone has started to leave, he had called her name. "Rae, can you stay for a few extra minutes?"
She remembered thinking what had she done wrong, but answered "Of course Mr. Leo!" He had taken her into his office and seated her." Rae, I have been watching you for quite a while. I think with a little extra coaching you’re good enough that you should be able to play with the varsity team this season. Are you willing to put in the extra time and effort?"
She was thunderstruck. This was something that she had never even dared to hope for. "Of course Mr. Leo", she stammered, "I'll do whatever you ask."
He had asked her to come back that evening about seven, and told her that they would play some one on one and he would give her some defensive and offensive pointers. She had gone back to her rented room and made herself a small supper, showered. In the shower she began soaping herself and lathering her breasts. Her nipples rewarded her by slowly becoming rock hard. She rubbed them slowly savoring the intense pleasure it gave her then began rubbing her slit. Soon she standing with legs spread massaging her clit with the wash rag, her hips beginning to thrust. Suddenly reason took over and she realized that if she didn't hurry she would be late to the gym. Only later did she think of how she had set herself up for what happened that night.