You try to turn her down

"I'm sorry Valerie, this is out of my hands," you tell the desolate brunette between your legs. "The headmistress has full authority over you eligibility; I'm afraid you're going to have to make your case to her."

"Noooo! Please Mr. Watts, please! I know she'd listen to you...I know she would....if you told her that you needed me to play...that you needed me on the team...about how much I do...." she begs, looking up at you beseechingly, her hands stroking and squeezing your calves.

You look at her, taking in her ripe young body and pretty, distraught face. Even though you know her apparent grief is at least half an act, you do feel some sympathy for her, and her submissive pose on her knees before you is making your cock start to twitch with interest. You try to **** your libidinous thoughts out of your mind, but this dangerous, manipulative girl in front of you is very hard to resist.

"I haven't been your coach Valerie." You explain, not exactly encouraging this bold behavior, but certainly making no attempt to stop her exploring hands. "I can't honestly tell Ms. Naylor what you do for your team mates."

"But...but you can ask them..." she implores you, her hands stroking upwards on your legs, squeezing your knees. "They'd tell you, they'd speak up for me," she says plaintively.

"That's all well and good, but Mr. Carter caught you I the middle of what sounds like some pretty serious hazing to me. I have doubts about having this kind of thing going on with my team. No matter how good a player you are."

"Noooo...oh please don't say that...." she moans desperately. "It wasn't hazing, Sir, it was just a kiss." She takes a deep breath and then presses her face into your crotch kissing the unmistakable hard lump that swells even more at her touch. "You see, just a kiss between girlfriends." She lifts her face to you, biting her lip, every bit of her pleading for help as her hands stroke even higher on your inner thighs. "You understand, Coach, don't you?"