Recap Ch 1 and 2: Virgin Kimmy has her first sexual experiences with neighbor Mr Dave (Ch 1) and older high school friend Sara (Ch 2). In Chapter 2, Kimmy attends her first high school party with senior friend Sara. The 8th grader then has a drunken lesbian experience when sleeping over at Sara’s after the party.

**Chapter 3: Young Kimmy’s track practice with Coach Allen**

Kimmy and Sara woke up on Sunday morning (late.... and hungover). Not much was said about the night before initially, until Sara joked that the party was lame and that the late night “stuff” in her basement was the highlight. Kimmy responded that she couldn’t believe her first time having sex was with a girl. Sara explained that hooking up with a girl didn’t really count and that Kimmy is still a virgin until she takes a boy’s cock... or maybe her neighbor Mr Dave’s!

The girls were not looking forward to another day of cross country practice, but unfortunately they were already running late. Dehydrated and tired, Sara drove them to the high school and arrived just in time. Today was time trials on the “Big Hill” right behind the school. Living in a mountain town, their high school was in a hilly area and the Big Hill was used by the cross country and track teams for rugged, uphill training.

This was all well and good normally, but not for Sara and Kimmy in their current condition after getting drunk at last night’s party. The head coach started his timer and sent the girls off running up the hill. The assistant coach, Mr. Allen, a 24-year-old new teacher at the school, would be at the top of the wood-covered hill. Mr. Allen would ensure the girls didn’t cheat and ran the entire way to the top, before checking off their names and sending them back to the bottom, where the head coach would record their official times. For Sara and her 12th grade senior classmates, today’s run was a formality since they were already on the team. But for Kimmy, as an incoming 8th grader, she’d have to perform well if she wanted a shot to play up and make the high school squad.

Kimmy, along with Sara and her other friends from the party, made their way slowly up the trail. Her friends joked that seeing Mr. Allen, the new college grad English teacher, was their only motivation to make it up to the top of the hill. No one knew much about him yet, except that he had graduated from their high school 6 years ago. In any case, the girls thought he was hot and made a point to show off for him when able.

Halfway up the hill, Kimmy had already fallen behind the rest of the group, and the other girls were soon out of sight. After her first time drinking alcohol the night before, she was very hungover and in the worst shape of the group. Still needing to reach the top, girls were now passing her on their way back down the hill. She was much slower than normal and getting a little embarrassed. Fighting cramps from dehydration, she neared the top of the hill when Sara and the other seniors passed her on the way back down.

“Come on, Kimmy, you got this, girl, ” Sara said encouragingly. Her other friends chimed in as well. “Coach Allen is wearing a tank top, Kimmy. He looks soooo cute. Use it as your motivation!” the girls chuckled.

Kimmy finally reached the top of the hill. She was definitely the last girl to reach the midway point of today’s training race. The hill had a man-made clearing at the top with a small pavilion, a sign noting some historical significance of the location, and a large rock big enough for 5 people to sit on. Kids sometimes used the area for parties, due to its seclusion, but the hike to get there was a deterrent for most.

Coach Allen was sitting on the rock looking bored and impatient. As Kimmy came into view, he teased her, saying “Let’s go Miss 8th grade! If you want to run with the high schoolers, you’ve got to show you want it. Pick up the pace!”

His teasing caught Kimmy off-guard and hurt her feelings. She wanted to make the high school team as an 8th grader. It was a long shot, but she knew she was up for consideration, although her current performance wasn’t helping matters. Distracted by these thoughts, she didn’t notice the large root in front of her on the trail. Her heal skidded over the edge of the root and she lost her balance, slipping into a front split as her feet lost their traction on the dirt path.

“Ow!!!!” She gasped and yelped in pain. Coach Allen hopped up to help. Knowing his comments had distracted her, he felt at least partially to blame. Kimmy’s right leg throbbed in pain in her hamstring and groin area. She definitely pulled something, or multiple things, when her right leg slipped forward into a split. Still stretched out on the ground, Coach Allen ran over, grabbed her right leg gently from underneath and helped her stand up. Braced by the young adult coach, Kimmy put her arm around his shoulder as he held her waist, helping her hop over to sit on the nearby rock.

“Oh Kimmy, sorry if I distracted you. That was a nasty slip. Come sit down, ” said the coach.

“Ow, Coach Allen! My right leg hurts way up here, ” Kimmy explained as she sat on the rock. She motioned to the back side of her thigh and rubbed the inner half near the top of her running shorts. She propped her leg up with her shoe braced on the edge of the rock. The coach gulped as she spread her long skinny legs, looking from her knee down to the top of her smooth thigh. Her little shorts didn’t cover much of anything, and he could see the edge of her white cotton panties peaking out as she stretched her leg, wincing in pain. “Coach, ow! How am I going to get back down this hill?”

“You probably pulled your hamstring, Kimmy. Do you want me to check it out?” asked the coach.

“Yes!!! Pleeeaaase coach, help me if you can.”

“Okay Kimmy. Relax, honey. We’ll get you moving better again. Sit back a bit and put your foot up on the edge of the rock again.”

With her right leg bent at the knee, the young coach started to massage the underside of Kimmy’s skinny thigh.

“Does it hurt here?” he asked as he massaged the middle of her part of her thigh.

“It’s higher” replied Kimmy. “All the way at the top of my leg, almost near my butt”.

Shyly, Coach Allen moved his hands down to the base of the teen’s thigh. She was so young, yet, he couldn’t help but admire her sexy, narrow leg. “Was it appropriate for him to be touching her leg like this?” Maybe not, but he needed to help her recover so they could walk down the hill.

Standing in front of her, he had one hand gingerly massaging her leg. It felt good to Kimmy but wasn’t enough pressure, and he was barely getting to the spot that hurt, since he was obviously afraid to touch near her butt.

“Coach, that’s helping but you need to get higher! It’s my hamstring.”

Kimmy’s pleas helped relax the coach’s reluctance to do the job right. As he moved up near the top of the thigh, Kimmy grabbed his hand and yanked it to the base of her leg and ass. “Right here, Coach!”

Coach Allen’s eyes widened a bit reflexively as his hand skirted high up Kimmy’s long, smooth leg. He began to massage her thigh and bottom of her tiny ass. She had put his hand partially on her panty line but didn’t seem to mind. He felt Kimmy start to relax her muscles. She leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes. “This is working, I think. Can you press a little harder, Coach? And use both hands?”

Alone on the top of the hill, Coach Allen looked back towards the trail. They were completely isolated, totally unseen. Instead of standing in front of her, he now sat down next to Kimmy on the right side of the rock. His right hand rubbed the back of Kimmy’s thigh from the outer side, and he reached his left hand between Kimmy’s legs and massaged the inner half of her right thigh.

She loved the feel of his strong adult hands rubbing her skin. He was so careful and gentlemanly, but it was HOT to have him touching her leg intimately like this... and it was actually helping. As the pain dissipated, she started to relax and check out the young coach. He was skinny (definitely a runner) but really hot. She knew he was only trying to do his job and help her leg but, OMG, Sara and the other girls would be so jealous if they saw him touching her like this!

Her hamstring was feeling much better but she didn’t want Coach Allen to stop touching her. Kimmy, although still technically a virgin, was loving the attention. Fresh off her two amazing sexual experiences with her neighbor Mr. Dave (last weekend) and older friend Sara (last night), she had more confidence and a growing sexual appetite. Although she started this run tired and miserable, her hormones and sexual urges were making her forget all about that hangover and she saw no reason to slow down now. Between the coach’s good looks and strong hands, Kimmy started getting turned on.

“Deeper, Coach. Please! Oh thanks so much for helping me. It’s starting to feel a LITTLE better.” She pushed his right hand down under her ass cheek and lifted up her bottom slightly to accommodate. Kimmy started letting out little coos of pain relief and relaxation.... and maybe pleasure. “Aaah. Ooh. So much better. Mmmphhh.”

With sunny clear skies, both of them were perspiring in the late-August summer heat. Wearing a light grey, sweat-drenched sports bra, Kimmy’s puffy nipples were slightly hard as Coach Allen stared at her small, blossoming tits. He started to bulge. Without realizing, he started to get more daring in his massage therapy as well. He squeezed and rubbed high up her thigh, slightly over the edge of her panties with his right hand. From the inside, his left hand gently squeezed her inner thigh at the base of her shorts, with his left wrist resting against her pelvis.

In a soft and innocent voice, she continued, “Coach Allen, I think it’s more this area right here too...” as she moved his left hand all the way up her thigh inside the leg opening of her shorts, landing it directly on her right groin muscle at the base of her thigh.

Coach Allen froze and pulled both his hands back. Even if Kimmy was hurt, this might be crossing a line. But before he could protest, Kimmy grabbed his right hand, moved it between her legs to the base of her right thigh, and pressed it back against the base of her shorts at the side of her groin. “Right HERE, coach! Please help me so we can get back down the hill.” She looked Coach Allen in the eyes innocently but seductively, as she guided his hand back and forth along the base of her leg and side of her groin, exhaling in relief.

Coach Allen moved in closer with their hips now touching as they sat side by side on the rock. He put his left arm around Kimmy’s back and braced his hand against the rock behind her. Kimmy leaned her head into his shoulder. She still had her own little hand on top of his right hand, rubbing the side of her groin. She traced his hand alongside the hem of her cotton panties. Now moving in small circles, she moved his hand so it grazed back and forth, skin to cotton, cotton to skin. “This is helping, Coach. A little deeper, please, ” she coaxed.

Looking over at Coach Allen’s shorts, Kimmy could see he was hard. She picked up her right foot off the rock and draped her right leg over top of the coach’s left leg, moving them even closer while spreading her own legs widely. This was now a completely inappropriate positioning for a physical therapy session, but neither seemed inclined to reposition. “That’s it, Coach. Don’t be shy. Just help me feel better.”

Still not 100% sure, the clueless coach began to wonder “Is she hitting on me? Does she want this to go further?” Regardless, his own urge and curiosity moved his hand more confidently across her panties, with two fingers rubbing along her skin and two directly on top of her panty-covered pussy. The soft, cotton material felt good on his hand. As he began to push harder against her dampening panties, he could feel her puffy pussy lips moving with the pressure of his fingers. Kimmy responded positively to the increase in contact over her panties. After an initial inhaled gasp of feigned innocence, she let out a long, high-pitched breathy exhale of pleasure. Her slow breathing was timed with the slow, back and forth motion of the coaches massage.

With Coach Allen finally taking some initiative, Kimmy removed her delicate hand from on top of his massaging hand and sat her hand on top of her right leg. It soon casually slipped off and was now on top of the coach’s left leg. She squeezed his leg reassuringly as he massaged her underneath her shorts, emboldening him as he began to move his fingers more to the middle of her panties and on top of her pussy. With sweat beads forming on her chest from the late-summer heat, and nipples poking through her wet sports bra, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, whispering “Yesss coach. Make me feel better. It’s working soooo good.”

Coach Allen continued to rub in circles on top of her panties. He could feel them dampening from a combination of summer sweat and sexual arousal. Meanwhile, Kimmy rubbed his inside thigh in a similar motion and speed, as if to silently let the coach know just how she wanted to be touched.

Her panties started to slide out of place as he moved in longer strokes, pushing against the edge of the cotton. With his pointer and middle fingers on top of her pussy, his ring finger touched her bare skin on the side and started deviously sliding along and slightly underneath the cotton edge. As her panties shifted out of place, his palm grazed against the now uncovered pussy hairs of her soft little landing strip and his ring finger slipped gently underneath the cotton. From the top, her panties were now soaked.

Kimmy wanted his fingers inside her. She needed him to touch her pussy directly. The teasing of the “massage therapy” was too much to handle. She moved her hand up Coach Allen’s thigh while her exhales got longer and started to evolve into whimpers of pleasure. “Mmmm... aaahhh.... Ooooohhh”. She could feel the coach’s finger glide underneath her panties. Still not yet touching her slit directly, they teased over her fat, outer labia.

Coach Allen wanted to continue and, while he was pretty positive that he could, he was afraid to make the full move. This was a bridge too far. Then he felt something rubbing against his own rock-hard groin. It was Kimmy’s dainty little hand. He looked back and her eyes were closed, mouth open and face flushed. There was no stopping now. Already rubbing hard on her disheveled panties, he pulled them over to the left, tracing his hand over her soft, and now sweaty, pussy hair. His fingers moved down over her wet slit and Kimmy gasped in pleasure. She squeezed his dick firmly over top of his shorts. It was a little jarring to the coach but also removed any remaining pretense. Already soaking wet, he plunged his middle finger gently into the young girl’s tight pussy.

“Oh yes, Coach. Finger me! Yessssss...” cried Kimmy. She spread her legs even wider and leaned her head back, with her light brown hair dangling against the large rock while getting lost in the indulgence. The coach was shocked by the girl’s composure. She was so at ease that she must have some experience with this type of thing. It turned him on that she could look so innocent but act so sexually confident at the same time. As his finger explored deeper, he pulled his left hand around Kimmy’s back and caressed the bare skin of her rib cage. She immediately moved up his hand over her sports bra, right against her small, still blossoming left breast. Looking around, they were still completely alone. She pulled up her bra from the bottom, exposing her perky A-cup titties. Already moving his hand across her hard left nipple, she redundantly urged him on. “Touch me, coach. I need you.”

“Does that feel good, Kimmy?” he replied.

“Oh my god, yes. You’re making me feel so much better. Keep massaging me... everywhere!”

Coach Allen leaned over and began sucking Kimmy’s right nipple. She had the cutest, perky little boobs. “Oh fugggg. Coach!! That’s so good. Suck my titties.” Kimmy then reached her right hand inside Coach Allen’s shorts and wrapped her hand around his fat coach cock. It wasn’t as long as Mr. Dave’s, but it was definitely thicker. She was surprised how they could feel so different. She started to jerk him aggressively. It might have been painful if not for her sweaty hands and their wet bodies from the late-summer heat.

Coach Allen pressed in closer to Kimmy and moved his mouth over to her left boob, while slipping a second finger inside her. “Finger fuck me good, coach. I want you to make me cum!!!!” His palm was slapping audibly against her pelvic bone, bouncing off her clit as his fingers probed sloppily in and out of Kimmy’s welcoming slit. “Just like that, Coach. Feel how wet you’re making me? Oh that’s so good. Finger this pussy. I’m almost there, I think.”

Kimmy massaged her left breast with one hand while jerking off Coach Allen with the other. For a young girl, he thought she was surprisingly gorgeous. He wanted to kiss her (they hadn’t even kissed once) but her eyes were closed and head turned away, lost in the sensations. She spread her skinny legs comically wide, braced her feet on the rock, and began to thrust her pussy into the coach’s thick fingers. She took her left hand off her boob and moved it on top of his hand, guiding him in and out of her wet pussy at the speed she wanted. She started to raise her voice and emit louder moans. “Oh Coach Allen, your fingers feel amazing. Make me feel better. Aaaaahh.”

At that point, she leaned her head forward into the coach’s lap and swallowed the head of his cock. She had never sucked a dick before but felt ready after practicing on Sara’s hairbrush last night. The coach paused for a moment in surprise. Kimmy, turning into a confident little whore, admonished him. “Don’t stop, coach. Finger my pussy while I suck on you.”

The coach adjusted himself and went back to vigorously rubbing her clit and fingering the young teen. Kimmy’s moans increased in frequency, although muted from the fat cock filling her soft, slobbery mouth. She had never sucked a dick before, but was quickly learning that she liked it and it turned her on.

Coach Allen, loving it, started to spur Kimmy on. “Ahh Kimmy, that’s it. Do you like sucking my cock?” Kimmy could only mumble “mmmhmm” as an answer with it deep in her mouth. “That’s it sweetie. Your little pussy is so wet. Keep fucking my fingers. You’re so sexy. I’m going to make you feel better.”

Prior to this moment, she was making plans in her head to lose her virginity to her neighbor, Mr Dave. But, here she was with a hot coach, recent college grad, and she realized she had the RIZZ to seduce him even at the ripe age of 14. Maybe she should try to fuck the coach right now? Before she could think on it further, the moment intensified... with a mouth full of cock for the first time, she suddenly felt the fire in her teenage pussy growing uncontrollably. “Oh my god, Coach Allen is about to get me off... I’m gonna cum so hard. NO CAP. “

Kimmy couldn’t focus on Coach Allen’s dick anymore. Still so new to sexual sensations, her own pleasure was too intense to multitask. Drool dripped from her mouth as she pulled it off of his tip, coming up for air and gasping with satisfaction. “Oh coach, I think I’m gonna cum!” Panting, she was barely able to talk while trying to catch her breath.

“Just lie back, baby” instructed the coach.

Kimmy lay back against the rock as Coach Allen alternated between fingering her pussy and rubbing her throbbing clit. Wanting a better view, he stopped to pull down her shorts and panties, which were now a nuisance. Kimmy lifted her skinny butt off the rock to assist as the coach slid them past her thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles. With her shorts now around her feet and sports bra pulled up off her tits, he took a quick second to admire her tight, nude body with late-summer tan lines. Perspiring, the soft skin of her chest and stomach glistened in the afternoon sun. He fingered her and let his palm glide across her clit and landing strip, with light brown pussy hair soaked with sweat and her own juices. She pushed her pelvis into his hand, arching her back. He sucked on her cute, sweaty pink nipples, and it put her over the edge. “Oh my god... Coach!! I’m cumming. I’m cuuuummming...” the young teen was lost in total bliss.

As she finally came to, she opened her eyes and kissed Coach Allen aggressively on the lips. He went to stick his tongue in the girl’s mouth, but she was already gone, having dived back down on his cock. A blow job novice, Kimmy was up for the task. Turned on after getting her teenage pussy fingered by a recent college grad, she had no inhibitions and sloppily took on his dick. With Kimmy’s head buried in his lap, Coach Allen caressed her narrow back and squeezed her firm, pale white ass. She could feel him get even harder in her mouth. “That’s it, Kimmy. Here it comes, sweetie.”

She almost choked as he exploded deep in her mouth and throat. Initially unsure if she would be grossed out, Kimmy was relieved to find out she REALLY liked it. In fact, as he released and she felt his dick throb against her tongue, she thought “This is fucking amazing.” She swallowed a small bit of cum and the rest of his first spurt spilled out of her mouth and onto the rock. Being careful not to get any on his clothes, Coach Allen stood up and shot another stream on Kimmy’s bare chest. “Oh Coach!” Kimmy shockingly reproached before getting with the program, pulling his dick towards her and rubbing it across her little tits as he shot his last few pumps. The coach began to soften, and Kimmy instinctively took him back in her mouth, making every effort to suck him dry.

As she swallowed deeply, the taboo duo heard the sounds of teenage voices approaching. “Kimmy!!! Where are yooouuuu?”

Coach Allen and Kimmy jumped apart and composed themselves in the nick of time.

“Kimmy, you’re STILL up here??? What’s going on???” It was Sara and some teammates. Fortunately for everyone, they hadn’t witnessed the spectacle of a half-naked Kimmy getting fingerbanged and blowing Coach Allen.

The two explained Kimmy’s fall and hamstring injury (leaving out the other details) and that she was now feeling a tad better. Sara thought the coach looked a little bulgy in his shorts but didn’t connect the dots to Kimmy. No one noticed the cum on the rock.

The group helped Kimmy down the hill. Coach Allen explained that they’d have to find another day for Kimmy to retake her time trials since she was unable to finish. In the meantime, practice was over.

Sara drove back to Kimmy’s house. It had been a wild Friday night with Sara and a crazy afternoon at track practice. Kimmy wanted to tell Sara about Coach Allen but, for now, she kept it to herself.

Kimmy got home and hugged Sara before going into her house by herself. Sara drove off. Still hot and bothered from the fingering and wishing she’d had more time to maybe have sex and lose her virginity, Kimmy figured she at least had time to go fantasize about her recent escapades and masturbate before her parents got home from their trip. They had been babysitting overnight for Kimmy’s aunt, who lived two hours away and was at the hospital after the birth of her new baby.

Kimmy’s regrets about not having sex were balanced with relief. Even though Coach Allen was younger and conventionally hotter, she still had big ideas about giving her virginity to her neighbor, Mr. Dave.

Kimmy was walking up the stairs, and already rubbing her pussy over her shorts, when her phone rang. It was her mom, explaining that they needed to help out Kimmy’s aunt for one more night and wouldn’t be home until the next day. She wanted to know if Kimmy was okay staying home by herself or if she wanted to maybe go back to Sara’s house again. Although another night at Sara’s sounded hot, Kimmy had other ideas. She told her mom that she was fine staying home by herself for the night. Between her friends in the neighborhood and Mr. Dave down the street, she had options in case of any emergency.

A plan quickly formulated in her head. She stopped touching herself and, instead, turned on the water for a cold shower. That next orgasm would have to wait, but hopefully not for long. She thought of Mr. Dave. She still had his number in her phone.

(To be continued)