She tells you, reluctantly

"Please, Coach." Valerie sniffs as she rubs her nose with the back of her free hand. "It's kinda embarrassing, let's just say it's girl stuff." You squeeze her soft hand in yours again and encourage her gently.

"I know this might be hard, Valerie, but I need to hear from you exactly what you were doing when Mr. Carter walked in."

"OK, but don't laugh." You smile reassuringly wondering how embarrassing this could be. "You see," she begins shyly her eyes gazing at the floor, "on the soccer team we're like sisters. So we each kiss each other." That doesn't sound that bad, but before you can tell her that she goes on. "Wait, not like that - Oh Coach, do I have too say it?" She asks again, obviously **** to go into details. You nod sternly, and after pursing her lips prettily, she tries again. "We kiss each other's pussies." Raising her head to meet your surprised gaze she is quick to continue. "We're not lesbians, I swear! It's just a ritual started years ago to make sure everyone on the team had a secret that only we knew about."

You stare at her speechless. Nothing in your education classes or even coaching seminars prepared you for this kind of situation. She rests her hand on top of where you are still holding her other hand and looks up at you sweetly.

"That's when that creepy old Carter came in." She shudders dramatically. "He was just standing there with his cock in his hand watching the girls, it was gross!" Her eyes fall to your lap again as she goes on. "I tried to explain, but Coach, he stood there with that look in his eyes all the time just s-s-stroking himself."

"And then when he dragged us to Ms. Naylor. But she wouldn't listen to me either." Somehow, Valerie is on her knees between your legs and looking up at in supplication. "But I know she'll listen to you Mr. Watts. You should have heard how excited she was when she heard you agreed to be our coach." The brunette on her knees at you feet looks up at you hopefully.

"Please Coach Watts, I need to play ball. Can you talk to her and tell her everything's OK?" She licks her lips in a pretty obvious attempt to be alluring. "I'd be ever so grateful."