The Coach, Part 3

The Coach
by CallieKoe

Chapter 3: The Secret Revealed

I called her just after noon the next day.  "I had the most wonderful time
last night," she said softly. I told her that I had also had a great time and
was wondering if she might like to go out for a coke later that evening.  She
said she would but needed to know whether or not I was still dating Caitlen.
I lied, telling her we had recently broken up but vowed to myself to call her
and end things that afternoon before I went to pick up Kathy.  "I'm sorry to
hear that, but I'm also really glad as I wouldn't feel comfortable going any
farther with you than we did last night if you were still going out with her,"
she explained demurely. "I really like you and I was secretly hoping you had
broken up as I didn't want last night to be our only date," she added.  My
heart was pounding with anticipation and excitement as I let her words about
going farther we me sink in.  "Kathy," I said. "I have to warn you I'm not the
good Mormon boy you think I am. Are you sure you want to get more involved
with me?"
"Very, sure," she replied with a warmth and confidence that
bolstered my courage even more. I went on to say, "Then I'll trust that we can
honestly tell each other what how we're feeling and what we really want as our
relationship develops."  She spoke only two more words, "Me, too." I told her
I'd be by at 7, and hung up the phone.

Kathy was sitting on her front porch waiting for me when I pulled up to the
curb in front of her house. "Hi!" she called to me as she shouted 'goodbye' to
her mom and dad and ran toward my car.  "Hello!" she said as she slid in next
to me. She smiled broadly and turned to me to kiss her which I immediately
did.  We kissed for quite some time, my hand brushing her breast softly. She
responded with a soft moan and put her hand on my leg sliding it tantalizingly
close to my already rock-hard erection.  "Mmmm, I missed you," she whispered
softly.  "Me, too," I replied as our lips parted and I put the car in gear.
She put my right arm around her and curled up next to me as we drove.  

I took her to the town nearest our own so we could be alone.  When we got to
the café, the hostess said, "Two for smoking or non?" Kathy answered for us
saying, "Non, please," and took my hand following the hostess to our booth.
We ordered a couple of cokes and talked about last night, school, friends and
teachers.  After some period of time she mentioned she had just the bought the
new blouse she was wearing and asked whether I liked it. "It's nice," I said.
"You don't like it, do you?  I can tell by your face. You won't make a good
liar so just be totally honest with me, okay?"  I was slightly embarrassed but
had the presence of mind to reply teasingly with, "Be careful what you ask
for?"
"Or what, I just might get it?" she probed, laughing.  "Since my new
blouse isn't a hit, what would have been?" she queried.  My confidence surged
as I sensed she genuinely liked me and wanted to please me.  "That's easy," I
replied. "I like the kind of clothes you wear to school nearly every day."
"Ahhh. Short skirts and sweaters, right?" she said smiling.  "Yep. You drive
me crazy just being in the same room with me. You're so beautiful and
perfectly designed for the style of clothes you wear it makes it hard to think
of anything else," I confidently told her.

"Well, keeping you happy should be very easy as that's 90% of what I own. I
buy sweaters cause it's cold here but now I'll have another goal in mind when
I shop," she teased.  We finished our cokes and left to find a place to be
alone.

We lived in timber country and finding a secluded place to go "parking" was
never a problem.  We drove several miles into the woods and found a turnaround
area for logging trucks, pulled in the car, and turned off the engine.  She
immediately offered her warm lips to me and kissed me passionately.  In turn,
I began to unbutton her blouse, massaging her soft, silky breasts.  Her blouse
fell easily from her shoulders and she unhooked her own bra fully exposing
herself completely.  I pushed her back onto the car seat and took her large
areola into my mouth gently massaging as she moaned and ran her hands through
my hair. "Ohhh, that feels SO good," she said breathing deeply.  After some
period of time she pushed me back upright, brushed her long hair behind her
ear and kissed me hungrily, reaching for my belt buckle then unbuttoning my
jeans pulling them down around my ankles.  She massaged me gently while French
kissing me.  I continued rolling the nipple of her breast between my fingers
until she slid her head down to take me into her warm mouth.  "Oh my God,
Kathy. That feels so good," I murmured.  She performed flawlessly until I was
totally spent and then snuggled softly in my arms keeping my hand on her
breast. "Next time will be my turn," she said smiling at me warmly. "Was that
okay?  Is there anything I can do to make it better for you next time?" she
asked sincerely. "Uh-huh," I answered quietly, "but we can talk about that
later."
"Tell me now. I'm not afraid and I'm not exactly the 'good girl' you
probably thought I was. Besides, I think I know what you want."
"You do?" I
teased playfully.  The stupor had faded and I was becoming hard again and the
thought of Kathy smoking was absolutely overwhelming. "I do," she replied.
"Next time I'll wear exactly what you want and we won't have to stop at second
base." I smiled and said, "Well, that will get you to about third base, but
still no home run."
"Only to third?" she questioned playfully. "How do I get
you ALL the way there?"  Now seemed like the right time for some of the
honesty she'd asked for earlier.

"You said to honest and to tell you exactly what I want. I'm going to trust
you meant it."
"I did," she replied. "Tell me."  I sat her up and turned to
look directly at her and stroked her face and hair telling her how beautiful
she was.  I added that wearing the clothes I like made her look even more
attractive to me but that there was still one other thing I needed in a girl
for her to be totally irresistible.  "Please, tell me. I want to do it for
you," she told me as honestly as she could not knowing what I might say.

"Kathy, honey," I began. "Since I don't know how to better say this, I'll just
it.  I want you to smoke."

"Cigarettes?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yes, cigarettes.  To me, women who don't smoke can't even compare with women
who do in terms of beauty and attractiveness. I know this is different, but I
am being honest. In fact, it's so important to me I honestly don't think I
could be really serious with a girl who doesn't smoke."  She pulled back
briefly and looked away.

I thought I had lost her when she turned back and said, "That seems pretty
tame.  I think I can do that. I'm not sure if I'll enjoy it, but I wouldn't
mind trying or occasionally smoking for you when we're alone if you want.  I
thought you might be wanting to try something really weird or something but
smoking once in awhile doesn't seem like that big a deal."  I was so excited
to hear her say "yes" to trying I had no desire to press my luck and tell her
about the 'goal' I had set for her.  For now, it was enough to know that I
would soon have the chance to coach her in the fine art of smoking.  How to
hold the cigarette, how to light it, tap the ashes, inhale deeply, inhale like
Donna and exhale full plumes of rich smoke. And I would be the one to light
her first cigarette and watch her take her first puff.  I quite literally
shuddered with excitement at the thought.  As we redressed it was becoming
clear that while Kathy had designs on letting me take away her physical
virginity, my desire was to take away her status as a non-smoker and replace
it with a deep craving for white-filtered, menthol cigarettes.

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