Ana can't believe what she's seeing. Her coach, the man she's had a crush on for so long, is naked and clearly post-coital with the woman who used to be her step-mom.

Ana knows she should leave, give them their privacy. But she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the scene before her. She watches as Reilly and Millie break their kiss and Reilly helps Millie to her feet.

As Millie turns, Ana sees the evidence of their lovemaking on her inner thighs, and she feels a pang of… something. Is it jealousy? She's not sure. All she knows is that she can't look away.

Reilly says something to Millie that Ana can't hear, making her laugh. The sound is beautiful, and Ana finds herself wishing she could be the one to elicit that reaction from him.

She watches as they head towards the stairs, presumably to clean up. Once they're out of sight, Ana finally snaps out of her stupor. She quickly makes her way back to her car, her mind reeling with what she's just witnessed.

As she drives away, she can't shake the image of Reilly's naked body, his thick cock still wet from being inside Millie. And she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that cock inside her.

The next day, Ana can't concentrate in class. Her mind keeps drifting back to what she saw at Millie's house the night before. The image of Reilly's thick cock and Millie's reaction to it is seared into her brain.

She knows she should feel weird about seeing her former step-mom and her coach in such a compromising position, but all she can feel is a growing sense of desire. She's always had a bit of a crush on Reilly, but after seeing him in all his naked glory, that crush has turned into something much stronger.

Ana tries to push the thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand, passing her classes and excelling on the soccer field. But it's no use. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees Reilly's powerful body moving over Millie's, his thick cock driving into her.

By the time soccer practice rolls around, Ana is a nervous wreck. She's not sure how she's going to face Reilly without giving away what she saw. But as practice begins, she realizes that Reilly is acting completely normal, as if nothing happened.

If anything, he seems more intense than usual, pushing the team harder than ever before. Ana finds herself responding to his coaching, her play sharper and more focused.

As practice winds down, Reilly gathers the team for a final talk. Ana stands near the back, trying not to make eye contact with him. But as he's speaking, she feels his gaze on her, and she has to look up.

Their eyes meet for just a moment, but it's enough to send a jolt of electricity through Ana's body. She quickly looks away, hoping he didn't notice her reaction.

Once practice is over, Ana lingers behind, hoping to catch Reilly alone. She's not sure what she wants to say to him, but she knows she needs to talk to him.

As the other players file out of the locker room, Ana makes her way over to where Reilly is packing up his things. She clears her throat softly to get his attention, and he looks up, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Hey, Coach Myles,” Ana says, trying to sound casual. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Reilly nods, setting down the things in his hands. “Of course, Ana. What's on your mind?”

Ana takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage. “I was wondering if maybe we could grab coffee sometime,” she says quickly, the words tumbling out of her mouth. “To talk about my game, you know. Get some extra pointers.”

Reilly looks at her for a long moment, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I'd like that, Ana,” he says finally. “How about tomorrow afternoon?”

Ana nods eagerly, feeling a surge of excitement. “Tomorrow sounds great.”

“Good,” Reilly says, picking up his things again. “I'll meet you at the coffee shop on campus at 2 pm. And Ana?”

“Yeah?” Ana replies, looking back at him.

“Keep up the good work out there. You're improving every day.”

Ana smiles, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his praise. “Thanks, Coach,” she says, before turning to head home.

As she walks back to her dorm, Ana can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. She has no idea what will happen with Reilly, but she can't wait to find out. The memory of what she saw the night before is still fresh in her mind, and she can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll get to experience that for herself someday.

When Ana gets back to her dorm room, her roommate Bree Walker is there, fresh from the shower with a towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body. The 5'4" blonde is busy brushing through her hair as she listens to music through her AirPods.

“Hey,” Ana says, dropping her bag by her bed.

Bree startles slightly, pulling out an AirPod. “Oh hey, Ana. How was practice?”

Ana shrugs, flopping down on her bed. “It was good. Coach Myles seemed extra intense today.”

Bree raises an eyebrow. “Extra intense? That doesn't sound like Coach Myles.”

“I know,” Ana replies with a sigh. “I guess he's just trying to get us ready for the next game.”

Bree nods, turning her attention back to her hair. Ana watches her for a moment, debating whether or not to tell her what happened the night before. Bree and Ana have been roommates since freshman year, and they've become close friends.

Finally, Ana decides to spill. “Hey, Bree. Can I talk to you about something?”

Bree looks up, concerned. “Of course. What's up?”

Ana sits up on her bed, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I went to my dad's ex-wife's house last night,” she begins. “And I saw something… unexpected.”

Bree puts down her brush, giving Ana her full attention. “What did you see?”

Ana takes a deep breath. “I saw Coach Myles. He was… um… with Millie. My dad's ex-wife.”

Bree's eyes widen. “What do you mean he was 'with' her?”

Ana can feel her cheeks heating up. “They were having sex, Bree. I saw them through the window.”

Bree's jaw drops. “No way! Are you serious?”

Ana nods. “Yeah. I couldn't believe it either. I mean, I've had a crush on him forever, but to see him like that… with her…”

Bree stands up, wrapping her towel more securely around her body as she paces the room. “Wow, that's… unexpected. But hey, it's not like it's against the rules or anything. Coach Myles isn't a professor, and Millie isn't a student.”

“I know,” Ana sighs. “It's just… weird

“And you know about the rumors around campus about Coach Myles. Well they are more than true.”

Bree raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. “Oh yeah? So the rumors about his huge dick are true?”

Ana nods vigorously, her cheeks still pink. “Very true. I've never seen anything that big before.”

Bree whistles low. “Damn. Good for Millie, I guess. And good for you, getting a free peep show.”

Ana laughs, feeling some of the tension leave her body. “Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just… I don't know, it feels weird to know that about my coach. And my dad's ex-wife.”

Bree shrugs, picking up her brush again. “Like I said, it's not against the rules. And it's not like they're related or anything. Your dad and Millie have been divorced for years, right?”

Ana nods. Her dad and Millie were married for five years before they divorced when Ana was 11. She hasn't seen much of Millie since then, but she's always liked her.

“Exactly,” Bree continues. “So they're just two consenting adults who happen to know you. It's NBD.”

Ana nods again, feeling better after talking to Bree. “You're right. It is NBD. Thanks, Bree.”

Bree smiles. “Anytime, girl. Now I'm going to finish getting dressed. I have a date tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Ana teases. “With who?”

Bree grins mischievously. “Just a guy I met at the bar last weekend. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

“Okay, well don't let him ruin your vagina.”

“Pussy, Ana. It's a pussy. And don't worry. I'm on birth control. Besides, you're the one who needs to worry about that. You've never had sex before, and you seem much more interested in Coach Myles' dick than in finding a nice guy to take your v-card.”

“Well, don't let him ruin it. I kind of always hoped, well I mean I just thought it would be a great experience if I got to have you before another guy. We talk about it all the time. And the more I think about it, the more it makes sense to me.”

“Well, if you want to eat my pussy you just have to let me know. I'm game.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Wow. Okay. We'll have to set that up sometime.”

“Sounds good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for my date.”

Ana watches as Bree drops her towel, revealing her petite but perky body. Ana can't help but stare at Bree's small breasts and shaved pussy as she beds over to pick up her clothes.

“Like what you see?” Bree teases, noticing Ana's stare.

Ana feels her cheeks heat up again, but she nods. “Yeah! You have a nice body, Bree.”

“Thanks,” Bree replies, slipping into a lacy thong. “I try to keep in shape.”

“Mission accomplished,” Ana says, watching as Bree slides her jeans up her legs and over her curves.

Bree shimmies on her bra and then pulls her tank top over her head. “I'm serious about you eating my pussy, Ana,” she says as she comes over and sits next to Ana on her bed and kisses her, deep and wet. “Fuck. You taste so good. I bet you'll make me cum when you eat my pussy.”

Ana nods. “I hope so.”

Bree stands up and smiles. “Okay. I gotta go. But I'll see you later. We can talk more about this then. And maybe even practice.”

Ana bites her lip. “Okay.”

“See you later, Ana,” Bree says as she heads out the door.

“Bye, Bree,” Ana replies, watching her go.

Ana flops back on her bed, her head spinning. She has just made plans to potentially eat her roommate's pussy, and she can't wait. It isn't something she has really considered before, but now that it's on the table, she feels excitement about the prospect.

Ana closes her eyes, imagining what it would be like to lick and suck Bree's pussy. She pictures Bree spread out on her bed, naked and waiting for Ana's mouth on her.

As she thinks about it, Ana feels a familiar heat begin to build between her legs. She slides her hand down her body and into her shorts, rubbing her fingers over her clit through her panties.

It doesn't take long for Ana to get lost in the fantasy, her fingers working furiously as she imagines tasting Bree's pussy for the first time. She rubs herself to a quick orgasm, moaning softly as she cums.

As Ana lies in bed, feeling both satisfied and excited for what the future might hold. She knows that she wants to explore her sexuality more, and now she has the perfect opportunity.

With thoughts of Bree and Reilly both on her mind, Ana drifts off to sleep, a content smile on her face. She knows that tomorrow will bring new experiences, and she can't wait to see what happens next.