First day of soccer practice, and someone’s staring at me. When Gwen turned around and caught him, he didn’t look away. His eyes are so deep and blue, Gwen thought, as she dove into them. He was almost smiling. Like he wanted something from her. When Gwen closed her eyes to go to sleep that night she saw that look. Hungry. Blue.

He was the New Coach. 20-ish. Even when he was standing still, the muscles in his thighs looked like cinder blocks. Gwen caught herself staring. He wore paper thin t-shirts from Brazil, Ireland, Germany, Mozambique, and Mazatlan. Where he’d been. Kissing beautiful exotic women, Gwen caught herself imagining. She’d only had one boyfriend, and when he kissed her, he jammed his mouth onto hers hard. So she broke up with him. New Coach had curly brown hair and a crooked nose from when it was broken. A scar over one of his blue eyes. Where did that scar come from? Gwen wondered.

Gwen stared at her naked body in the mirror in her girly room. Whose breasts are those? They looked beautiful to her, like a painting in a museum. But they didn’t seem like hers. That strange new fullness between her legs. She felt like she had a new Christmas present, but someone had forgotten to tell her how it works.

New Coach was coming over. Gwen still couldn’t believe she’d gotten up the nerve to ask him. She hadn’t told any of her friends. Which was odd, because Gwen told her friends everything. That made Gwen nervous. And her parents were gone for the weekend. Gone, gone, gone. That made Gwen very nervous.

Gwen opened the front door, and the New Coach was standing there. Almost smiling. Hungry. Blue. In a paper-thin faded t-shirt from Monte Carlo with red shorts over his large brown legs.

Then they were sitting on the couch. Talking.

"So, where are your parents?" he asked.

"Oh, they’re away for the weekend," Gwen said, with an air of casual off-handedness that didn’t fool anyone.

"Really…" he said, almost smiling

My God those eyes are blue, Gwen found herself thinking.

"So, where do you wanna watch the video?" Gwen asked.

"Anywhere," said the New Coach.

"How about up in my room?" slipped out of her, and once it was out, there was no taking it back.

"Sure," he almost smiled.

Something inside Gwen heated up, stole her breath, made her blood flow.

He’s sitting next to me on my bed, watching his soccer video. Goal after goal crashed into nets. Men hugging. Kissing. Crowd going crazy. His thick brown leg was so close she could feel the heat coming off it. My God, she thought, his hands are huge. The longer Gwen sat there not watching goal after goal being rammed home, the more confused Gwen became. Why is he just sitting there?

Finally Gwen realized: I’m the one that’s hungry. Is he hungry, too?

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!” erupted every thirty seconds on the soundtrack. He’s not going to do anything. He can’t. It would be creepy if he did. It’s my move, Gwen, thought. My move.

"I’ve… been having, uh… problems with my back, and I was wondering… if you could… stretch me?" she asked.

"Sure," he almost smiled.

She was on her back. He was standing over her. He bent down and put his huge hands on her legs, freshly shaved, and he was staring into her so blue, his voice soft, hypnotic and hungry:

"Breathe."

She breathed.

"Deep," he said. "Let it go, Gwen."

How am I supposed to let it go, Gwen thought, when I don’t even know what it is?

He pulled her right knee up into her chest, then moved her right knee across her body, stretching her torso, his huge hand spreading strong across the outside of her thigh, the other above her breast.

"Breathe…" he said, "deep."

She breathed. Deep.

He stretched her, deep into her big muscles, all the way inside her, whoosh, a deep spinal relief, the tight unloosening with every breath. Gently he pushed while she breathed, one huge hand drifting onto her pelvis over her white underpants.

Gwen is wet.

She wants to give him something. She wants to get something from him.

Gwen saw it outlined against his thin red shorts. Hard. Then his enormous thumb was pressing firm gentle and hungry, fitting perfectly against her, and Gwen felt herself stick to her white underpants, hotly and wetly, pressing into his thumb, and she sighed hard, shivered and shook.

She smelled him. Smelled her. Smelled sex.

She felt him through his thin red shorts. Moved him so instead of his thumb pressing against her, she felt him pressing against her, sliding along her wet with the rhythm of their breath.

"Breathe Gwen," he whispered in her ear, laid his chest on her chest, bodies melting into each other.

She breathed.

Sucked on his lip like a hungry calf, his breath warm and sweet. She pushed into him. Wrapped around him. Sliding.

Gwen shivered a shudder she shook. She felt his hunger. Hard and deep. Her new body was hungry. For his hunger.

Suddenly it was skin on skin. Wet. Sweet. Warm. His breath on her new breasts, only they didn’t seem so strange now, they’re wired with heat, right into her wet, in her belly, deep as he sucked on her, licked her moan to the bone. That’s me, Gwen found herself thinking, I’m the one moaning.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

Gwen was sure. Pushed against him, trying to will him inside. She grabbed his hard the soft hot rock flesh, pulling him in, saying yes.

She didn’t know exactly how it happened, but they were incredibly naked.

She grabbed at him with her wet, felt herself climbing waves washing over her, shooting through her heart, growling through her throat, springing from her mouth, out her eyes, into his blue hunger.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

Gwen felt her wet welling, her new breasts pressed to his chest, his blue, she knew how much he wanted, she wanted. Gwen swallowed him and squeezed him so hard so large and hot filling her she holds him there inside her wet she squeezes shivers shakes, lava flowing through her core to the root to the stem, a melt, giving it to him, taking it from him, letting it go. She made a sound she never heard, a rock-steady pagan rumbling tremble. I want, she said with her eyes, deeper, deepest, and he’s trembling, trying to hold back but she’s sucking him into her, swimming in his blue. He tries to pull back but she grabs him and wraps her legs around him, grabbing him deep inside her hunger, the soft of his blue, and they shiver shake shudder into each other.

Finally he smiled.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!”