#*owyw

You were whispering despite being alone. There was no one else in the building besides the security guard all the way on the first floor. No one would be able to hear you alone on the sixth floor. It was just you and your boss. Many times you two have been alone together, but it was late and she kept looking at you instead of the paperwork that kept you both here this late. You stared at the gold band on her ring finger as your hand brushed against hers once again. You were desperate, and while she tried her best to hide it, so was your boss.

She always wondered how those lips would feel against her skin. Every time you wore a new color she wanted to compliment you, but felt it was inappropriate to say anything. She thought about how the color would show up on her skin or if it would stain her collar. You’re just so young, fresh out of grad school, she shouldn’t have these thoughts about a girl like you. But, seeing the look in your eye confirmed that she could do whatever she wants to you and you would just let her. You begin to stroke her hand as if you want something more. Your finger traces her gold ring and she almost feels the urge to toss it in the trash. Oh she feels like the worst woman on Earth right now, but you’re too pretty not to have.

Your hand against hers wasn’t enough. You push your thigh against her, and despite the layers of fabric separating your bare skin, you feel electrified by her.

“Oh, fuck it,” she thinks to herself. She’s a woman of discipline, but it’s okay to lose restraint in the dark.

This paperwork won’t be getting done tonight. They sit beneath you as your boss moves you onto her desk. She presses her body into yours and you gasp as if you didn’t want this in the first place. Her lips attack your neck so she wouldn’t get your lipstick on her. It was one thing to be working late, but any evidence of you on her body would lead to a disaster. Too bad for her that you’re determined to mark this woman up as if she’s your own. You hold onto her head as she sucks and nibbles on the skin of your neck. Your nails scrape her scalp as you move them to the back of her neck. You’re going to tip your nail tech really well the next time you see her. You press the tips into the skin of her neck and she groans. It’s not enough to hurt, but the pressure makes her dizzy. Your powerful boss was damn near whimpering while pressing her hot lips against your skin. If you had known she wanted you this bad you would’ve done this way sooner, but better late than never.

If it’s one thing she wanted to hear, it was your moans. She listens to your sweet voice for eight hours, five days a week. She has memorized every little inflection of your voice and learned to decipher how you’re feeling based on the tone of your voice when speaking to her. If she were to really examine it, she’s nothing short but obsessed with you. But she’s been like a collared dog not allowed to run free after what she wants. That gold ring was like a shock collar, but tonight she decided the pain is worth the gratification of getting what she wants.

You cry out her name when her hand comes between your legs. Hundreds of people say her name a week, but it’s so special hearing it tumble from your lips followed by a moan. The high-quality tights you indulged in are ruined within seconds because she is so desperate to feel your bare sex. She’ll promise to buy you a new pair later on, but right now she’s more concerned with feeling you. She selfishly does it more for herself than your own pleasure. She almost cries tears of joy when you help her by pulling your panties to the side and she gets to feel your wet flesh against her hand. The moan that comes out of your mouth is heavenly.

“I don’t know if you’re a good little girl or a bad one for being so wet for your boss,” she teases.

She is always sardonic when interacting with others, even you, but right now it was too much to handle. You couldn’t be under her scrutinizing gaze and not melt into a puddle. You hang your head low, almost in shame.

“What’s wrong, girl? You want me to stop?”

“No! No!” Your head shoots up and you meet her forceful eyes. You didn’t mean to sound so desperate but you truly are right now. “Please, don’t stop.”

A smile forms on her lips that mocks you, and the laugh she lets out is even worse.

“Of course you don’t want me to stop. You’re such a pretty whore for me. Always so good and obedient.”

You wanted to be a good girl, especially for your much older boss. You deserve the reward of cumming against her fingers for being so good. She grants you that wish when she applies the perfect amount of pressure to your clit and rubs you until you're shaking. You grip her arm and almost double over while sobbing. It was all so overwhelming simply because she was your boss. If it had been anyone else, a co-worker or one of the other c-suite executives, you wouldn’t have been so worked up. But, it was her who was making you cum.

She could get addicted to the feeling of your arousal on her skin. She wants to keep feeling your clit pulse against her hand, but she wants something else even more. She brings her hand up to her mouth and sucks on her index finger as if she was getting the last taste of a sweet dessert. You’re so embarrassed by the moment that you turn your head away.

If there is one thing Emily knows about, it’s about sneaky college girls.

She’s been the cheer coach of this team for five years. Her no bullshit approach kept her girls’ in check, but her tough attitude was softened by her looks. However, if anyone made the mistake of thinking she didn’t know what she was doing, they would absolutely find out how wrong they were.

Emily has carried her team to victory every year since she’s been made head coach. She replaced someone who had been out-of-touch with the current generation on the team. Emily could read anyone like a book, knowing who is compliant and who is possibly trouble. There were a few girls she had to keep her eyes on this year, but none of them were anything quite like Kendall and Bella.

There wasn’t anything particularly nefarious about the things they do, but something about them just seemed a little off to Coach. The way they whispered to each other and would glance at each other from across the room had Emily curious about what was going on. She knows they’re close with Hailey, the captain, but Hailey doesn’t talk about them that much. Emily sees a lot of herself in Hailey at that age: cutthroat and bitchy. Over the years Emily has learned to tone down that bitchiness, but Hailey is still young and has a lot of growing up to do. She gets messy at times and spills too much about the members to Emily. For the first time a few days ago she brought up Kendall and Bella. She mentioned how they were being weird with each other and staying late in the locker rooms. Emily couldn’t deny her intrigue but she found it impossible to come up with a way to ask without sounding like she’s prying. If Hailey suspects something then she will spread it to Kendall and Bella, and possibly to the entire team. Emily can just hear it now; ”Coach is kind of weird and asks me about girls’ on the team.”

Hailey is not a good source, no, but Emily is certain that her co-captain Y/n will know something.

Hailey can kind of treat Y/n like shit at times. The girl does nothing but what she needs to and excels on the floor, yet because she wasn’t one of Hailey’s ‘besties’, Hailey gives her a bit of a hard time. She receives an amount of ostracization that isn’t enough to call bullying, but is enough to make Y/n overly excited when the coach talks to her.

Y/n was so curious about why Coach Emily wanted to talk to her privately in her office. She felt a little lame about it, but she looked forward to it all day as she mulled over what they could possibly talk about. It was late getting into the evening and the campus was winding down. Fewer and fewer people were out walking and the sun was going to set soon. The building they practice in was occupied by football players lifting weights in the weight room. Y/n walked past the door to the weight room, walked down the small flight of stairs, and made her way to Coach’s office. The music and grunting from the weight room becomes more dull as she makes it to that wooden door that reads ‘Emily R.’ She was intimidated just by standing outside of Emily’s door. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door before she heard “just a second!” She straightened out her skirt and braced herself.

Emily opened the door with a warm smile and welcoming eyes. Y/n looked understandably nervous, but Emily gestured for her to come inside.

“Just the person I wanted to see. I was waiting for you.”

It almost sounds like a threat, but Y/n wants to trust her coach.

“Well, I got your email,” she takes a seat, laughing nervously as she does so. “What did you want to talk about?”

Y/n was a bit timid and nervous around people. When she was named co-captain instead of one of Hailey’s friends, it was not a popular idea among the team. They care much more about hierarchies than they did actual talent, and there is no denying that Y/n beat out every girl who auditioned for the same position as her. 

While she sometimes had a little bit of social anxiety, it made it easier to get things out of her. Emily would have to pry a little bit more with Hailey for something that was beyond boyfriend drama. But, Emily knows Y/n will be so easy for her.

“I wanted to talk about Kendall.”

“Kendall? What about her?”

Y/n was relieved that there wasn’t a problem with her, but she was still confused.

“Are you two close?”

“No, not at all. I think she hates me, actually.”

“Hmm. Well, what about Bella?”

Hearing that name makes her swallow. Hearing those names together sets alarm bells off in Y/n’s head. In an instance she was transported back into the locker room where she saw Kendall and Bella together. She feels so dirty and wrong even remembering it, but it has been stuck in her head since. Kendall was rowing her hips hard, mashing her clit against Bella’s, and throwing her head back in pleasure. Y/n was envious of how much delight Kendall seemed to be in. She couldn’t see Bella’s face, but she was able to hear her moans loud and clear and she knew it had to be just as good for her as it was Kendall.

“I-I don’t know much about Bella either. She probably doesn’t like me...”

Emily noticed the hesitation in Y/n’s answer. Once the girl starts avoiding eye contact with her, she knows that she’s getting closer to what she wants.

“There is no way you don’t know a thing or two about them.” Emily pauses for a second, realizing that she’s probably sounding too much like a gossip hawk instead of the “concerned” coach role she’s supposed to be taking on. “Someone brought something up to me that sounded a little concerning. I don’t want other’s actions to affect the team and the wellbeing of the members.”

Has someone else seen what Y/n saw?

She could’ve swore she was alone with them in the locker room but she can’t be entirely too sure that she was. If someone else also saw it then Y/n would feel a little sense of relief as she wouldn’t have to carry the burden alone. Still, she needs to tread carefully with what she says.

“I don’t know...Kendall isn’t really the nicest, but neither is Hailey and she’s captain,” she lets slip. She’s never expressed her true feelings about Hailey to anyone other than her non-cheer friends, so doing it in front of Coach made her panic. “What I mean is that Hailey is-”

“She’s a mean girl. You can say it. I’m not going to go back and tell her; Y/n, this entire conversation stays between me and you.”

Y/n didn’t expect Coach Emily to come out and just say what they’ve all been thinking, but it was comforting. 

“Bella is okay, she’s nice to people at least, but her association with Kendall and Hailey makes it harder to try to be her friend.”

“Hmm, yeah, Kendall and Bella seem to be really close. Do you know how close?”

“I-I wouldn’t know Coach,” Y/n laughs nervous as she stumbles over her words. She’s a bad liar and Coach can tell 100%.

“You know something, Y/n. You’re quiet, but you aren’t stupid. And, you’re very observant -- it was one of the reasons you got the position over Kendall. If something is going on in the team, I need to know.”

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but then quickly shut it. It’s not like there is rampant bullying on the team, and Coach knows about how cliquish Hailey and Kendall are, so is telling her the info she knows really worth it?

“We can sit on the couch if you want. It’s way more comfy than these chairs.”

Emily stood up from behind her desk and walked over to the couch up against the other side of the wall. Y/n watched her before slowly following her over. Having the desk between them gave her a barrier, but now she’s so exposed to Coach that she feels nervous again.

“Y/n, I’m not asking you because I think something is going on. I know something is going on. And, as the co-captain, who I can trust more than the captain, I am asking you in confidence to help me sort out any problems in the team.”

Once again, Y/n isn’t sure if what she saw is big enough to tell Coach. At best it’s indecent exposure and if more people caught them they would probably get kicked off of the team. While it was a risky place to hook-up, Kendall and Bella most likely expected privacy and Y/n feels bad intruding on that.

“Well,” she begins before closing her mouth again.

"You're not going to be in trouble, Y/n. I need to know what's going on with my team."

Y/n sighed, giving into Coach's request. She felt powerless against her desire to please Emily.

"I caught Kendall and Bella in the locker room after one of the games."

"Okay? Were they doing something wrong?" Emily already knows the answer to that question because Y/n's body language gives it away. She begins to sweat and won't look Coach in the eye.

"I guess? I'm not sure..."

"Just tell me, Y/n."

Coach grabs Y/n's hand which forces her to look her in the eye. Her heart is beating so fast. The warm smile and inviting eyes on Emily's face gives Y/n no other choice but to tell the truth about what she saw.

"They were hooking up...Kendall and Bella were hooking up."

Y/n felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulder. She had been keeping this in for so long, and weirdly enough, telling Coach Emily was relieving. She doesn't want Kendall and Bella to get in trouble, but it was just a weird experience that it was hard to keep to herself. 

"Are you sure about what you saw, Y/n?"

"Yes, I am, but I don't want to get them in trouble. I shouldn't have intruded on them like that -- I should've just left."

"What do you mean by that?"

Y/n hadn't realized she let that last part slip. The last thing she wanted was to come off as a pervert to Coach Emily. She just couldn't pull her eyes away that day. If the circumstances were different, it would probably be the hottest thing Y/n ever saw in her life. The memory still lit a fire in her, now being no different. She had to pull her eyes away from Emily again because she was beginning to feel really embarrassed.

"I-I kinda stayed and watched...I was just in so much shock and couldn't believe I-"

"You just couldn't pull your eyes away, could you?"

More shocking than learning about what Kendall and Bella do when they stay late was the revelation of this turning Y/n on. She's not as covert as she thinks she is, and Emily is noticing that talking about this is causing Y/n to act a little different. Maybe Emily was going too far with what she said, but her curiosity into this situation made her want to forget about any lines that may exist.

"It was weird, I can't lie," Y/n admits, "it was weird, but I kept watching. It was like they were putting on a show for me...which I guess is creepy. I feel guilty because I've never done anything like that before, and I don't think I'm into things like that. I may not be the best of friends with them, but I know Kendall and Bella, so it was weird to see them like that."

"Well, it's natural to be curious. You also have to understand, Y/n, that they were doing something in a place they shouldn't have. I may not be able to make you feel less guilty, but I'm not judging you."

Y/n feels halfway comforted by Coach's words. She did feel grateful that she has someone to talk to, but it would take a while for her guilt to disappear. Until that moment though, the memory will continue to turn her on.

"Do you think they've done this before?"

"Had to. They seemed so comfortable with each other and very...intimate."

"I mean do you think they've hooked-up in the locker room specifically?"

"Oh," Y/n says sheepishly, "I'm not sure."

"While I'm not quick to kick anyone off of the team, if they were to get caught by someone, or even myself, there would be consequences for them."

If they were to get kicked from the team, Y/n is certain that Hailey would find a way to blame her and the team would be even more cold towards her. 

"Please, please don't say anything to anyone about this. If you catch them then that's one thing, but please don't tell anyone about this."

As the coach, Emily felt like she had to do something. But, the begging and pleading look in Y/n's eyes made her decide against reprimanding them (until the situation escalates by itself later on).

"I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about, Y/n. I try not to pick favorites, but I'll always have your best interest in mind and will look out for you."

"Thanks Coach."

Y/n feels a little giddy from Emily's words. She feels special that Coach indirectly told her that she considers her one of the favorites.

"Everything will be fine, and you shouldn't be embarrassed. It's okay to feel something about what you saw. I don't mean to intrude, so tell me if I am, but was it your first time seeing something like that?"

Y/n was shocked by the question, but Emily had just buttered her up with sweet words, so she only slightly hesitated to answer the question.

"Two people hooking-up? On accident at a party."

"How about two women?"

"O-Only online." Y/n laughs nervously before shaking her head, "I don't know if it's okay to tell you that."

"It is, Y/n. Remember, this conversation stays between us."

Y/n believes her wholeheartedly. Not only is it risky for Y/n, it's even more riskier for Coach.

"Do you like Kendall and Bella? I mean, I know you're not exactly friends with them, but do you find them attractive?" Emily's eyes don't linger much. However, she is guilty of stealing a few glances at Hailey and Kendall, so she's curious to hear what Y/n has to say.

"I really hadn't looked at them like that before I saw them in the locker room. I can't explain...it was just...just so hot," she admits. She has a dazed look in her eye as if she's reminiscing on what she saw. Emily can tell it's something that turns her on.

"Sounds like it," Emily giggles before biting her lip. Just like her feelings with Hailey and Kendall, her eyes have not wandered towards Y/n that much, but something about her obedience in this moment is leading her into temptation. 

“What did she do to her,” Emily asked coquettishly, “was it something like this?”

Emily's finger glide against the bare skin of Y/n's thigh. Watching the goosebumps form in the trail of her touch is exhilarating. Y/n's dead silent now, but Emily can hear her breathing speed up.

"It couldn't have just been innocent touching if you can't stop fantasizing about it."

The word causes Y/n's face to heat up. Coach saw right through her and knew that Y/n did more than just think about what she saw. She touched herself to what she saw. She could never admit that out loud, but it's absolutely true.

"You don't have to feel ashamed for how you feel."

Her words were comforting, but still Y/n found it hard to breathe. She thought she was in the twilight zone, or at least dreaming, because of what was happening. Coach was touching her skin, sliding dangerously close to her inner thigh. Y/n wanted to clamp her legs shut so Coach wouldn't notice how wet she is. It's embarrassing.

"Coach," Y/n's voice shakes as she speaks.

Emily wanted to tell her to drop the formality, but there was something so hot about hearing Y/n call her 'Coach' at this moment. She wants to hear her whimper and moan it as Emily takes things further. Now Emily realizes that she has reached the point of no return.

"Spread your legs."

Y/n obliges without even thinking about her. She's shocked that her body did that on it's own.

Emily watched her carefully as she pushed up Y/n's skirt to expose her panties. Her breathing was heavy and she wouldn't look down between her legs where Emily's hands were. Her cotton white panties had a little dancing avocado stamped on the front. Emily almost laughed but held back so she wouldn't scare Y/n into shutting down. 

The wetness showing through her panties is completely giving Y/n away. Emily's fingers trail down to her cover clit and she presses into her sensitive nub. The gasp that left Y/n's mouth was bordering on humiliating. She can't believe how she's already spreading her legs wider and choking back a moan. All Emily has done is simply touch her clit and Y/n is melting.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Y/n can't answer, she just whimpers as her cheer coach begins to rub her clit. She had looked up to Emily for a long time, so it was surreal for this to be happening. She feels a sense of intimacy being so close to her, and she wonders, is this how Kendall and Bella feel together?

Emily rubs Y/n's clit harder. She enjoys feeling the wetness seeping through her panties. Every time she applies a tiny bit more pressure and picks up the pace, those moans become impossible for Y/n to hold back. Eventually she begins to let one or two slip before not caring anymore. Coach was rubbing her clit at a dangerous speed now and Y/n thought she was going to cum. Emily's lips brush against her warm cheek.

Right before she could feel any sort of release, Emily stops rubbing her all together. She draws her hand back and seconds later it lands onto her pussy. Y/n yelps and jumps. It was on a slap through her panties yet it felt like she was hit with something much harder.

Emily was amused at Y/n's reaction. It was unexpected, hell she didn't even know she was going to do that herself, but Emily had a feeling that Y/n liked it. Tears welled in her pretty eyes, but she kept her legs open as if she was inviting her for more. So, Emily slapped her pussy again. This time Y/n's reaction was a little more tame but still entertaining. It was fun to see her squirm, but Emily wanted to see how she would respond when bare. She pulled the fabric to the side and slapped her clit with her other hand. Another yelp escapes Y/n's lips before she cries out "fuck!" Emily thinks it's the first time she's heard Y/n cuss; the words so out of place coming from her mouth. Emily wanted more

"C'mon."

Just like in the locker room, Y/n's body was moving before her mind could figure out what was going on. The difference is that Coach was the one moving her body. She stumbled over to her desk before feeling Emily push on her back to bend her over.

Emily lifted up her skirt again and reached for her panties. Y/n felt the strings of arousal clinging to her panties until they broke apart. She was a wet, sticky mess. She had come so close to cumming just a minute ago that it looks like she actually did cum.

"You're so shy, but so damn pretty, Y/n."

Y/n feels dizzy from the compliment Coach had for her. She found herself in such a daze that Emily was able to easily get her to move all the way onto the desk, still bent over for her.

Emily spreads her cheeks, staring into her wet pussy. Her pussy was puffy from being aroused and she looked delicious. Emily wasn't going to waste her time teasing or messing around; she was desperate to get a taste of the co-captain of her team.

Y/n gasped loudly as Coach Emily kept sucking on her clit. Being on all fours like a dog on her desk was already enough to embarrass her, but the lewd noises of Emily’s lips surrounding her clit and smack was almost humiliating. Yes, it felt really really good, but this was also wrong. Coach played with her clit without a care in the world, humming at the taste of the co-captain of her highly ranked cheer team. She can taste the innocence on Y/n’s pussy and feel how nervous she is by stroking her skin. She's trying to hold back her moans again, but seems to be failing as Emily sucks harder and it causes a moan or two to slip out of Y/n’s mouth.

The edge of the desk feels wobbly as Y/n grips it so hard. No one has ever eaten her out like this: wild and sloppy. She could feel the mess of her arousal and Coach's saliva mixing together and dripping to her thighs. She didn't expect Emily to like it so messy, but the loud squelching proves her wrong.

"Oh my god," she moans.

That orgasm that had been plucked away from her earlier was about to rear its head. She was seeing stars as her body shook. Emily's fingers were digging into her plush thighs as she sucked on her clit until she felt Y/n gushing against her mouth. She enjoyed the taste on her tongue, continuing to lap at Y/n until the girl was too sensitive to take anymore.

Pulling her face away from Y/n's pussy made Emily realize what she had done. She didn't completely blackout on lust, but reality was beginning to set in. She can't lie and said she didn't enjoy it though.

"Get up Y/n."

Emily's voice is more stern and that's when Y/n knows 'Coach' is back. She stands up and straightens out her skirt. Coach grabs her panties, and before handing them back to her, she runs the fabric against Y/n's upper inner thigh to clean her up. She can't have her walking around dripping, can she?

"You're not in trouble," Coach Emily assures her when she comes face to face with her. Y/n nods curtly before grabbing her bag. She rushes out of Coach's office before anything else can be said.