I Seduced My High School Coach Because I Needed Him!

But he didn’t need me, so why did he take the bait?

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I must admit I get a certain type of thrill from hooking a fish on the line, even though I’ve never been fishing a day in my life. Someone my age is usually my choice, but it got boring without anything substance, and everybody knows everybody.

I needed something fresh, and I also needed help. College was right around the corner for me, and I would be leaving soon, so leaving off with a bang would do the trick!

I was so close to getting out of my mother’s grasp, I could taste it, but I couldn’t leave if I didn’t have a college to go to. Without internet or even a computer in my dilapidated home, there was no way I was going to sign all the paperwork the college wanted and fax it back to them in time. It was impossible, and school just didn’t do things like that without asking too many intrusive questions.

At school each day, I would walk by Coach J’s classroom or see him at lunch, and I would smile at him. He would give me those eyes that wander up and down a young girl’s body provocatively. I knew that look all too well from all the horny boys in my class. So that week, I worked extra hard at being mature and put a little more twist in my walk, smiled a little harder as I walked past him each day.

I needed a way to get to him, and the best idea hit me directly in the face when he was outside our school gym, giving out forms for the t-shirts he was selling. I walked right up to him and asked him what the shirts were for. He was so into me it was embarrassing as he spoke with the goofiest predatory smile I’ve ever seen.

He told me the shirts were for his business and that he trained people outside of school, and that I should join. Letting me know I had the perfect body for it, I knew I was in! HOOKED, LINE, and SINKER. I’d finally caught my first fish!

Of course, I feigned interest in becoming an outside trainee. I just needed to sign the form for the shirt, which included my number. After that, he texted me daily, offering revealing photos and looking forward to our intimacy.

I would meet him in his classroom during my free period, and that’s when I threw it in that I really could use his help getting papers sent to my college I wanted to attend.

While I was expecting it to be yes, I never expected him to do it so soon; he ended up doing it that day with nothing in return but an empty request. I was so overjoyed and even considered maybe I could lose myself in him after all.

I mean, he did just give me the life I was so close to losing after all. So I kept coming to the office every day, and he would flirt heavily with me and graze my leg anytime he could without someone noticing. Every night we would text and make plans for a future visit, to have a special night together, finally. I kept telling him it would have to wait until I graduated officially because I just didn’t feel right doing it while still being in school.

Coach J acted as if he understood, but would relentlessly suggest I come over and continuously send nudes and dirty messages as often as he could. Without meeting him, I would engage as much as I could, leaving false hope in the air. His constant fixation on virginity was beginning to disgust me.

I started to wonder why I was even engaging with this anymore. Thinking, doesn’t he have women he can do these things with? I mean, he wasn’t some hideous guy! Built like a god, cocoa skin, muscular, nice swollen lips, and brown eyes. Couldn’t he pull women and just have his way with them instead, and not me?

As I was trying to figure out how to call the whole thing off because there was no way I was letting that enormous man get near my sweet baby kitten and tear it to shreds, there was no freaking way that was happening!

Days later, he sent me a text that he had gotten papers back from the school that I would need to be admitted. All this time, I had been avoiding him, and it was Saturday now. I didn’t know how I would get the papers, and I said I would wait until graduation practice and pick them up at school. He didn’t want to wait, though.

He told me he was on his way to MY HOUSE! RIGHT NOW! My house, the same one that mom wouldn’t even allow me to come out of for even the mail! This broken home. I panicked immediately, and then I thought it out. Convincing him to meet me down the street at my old neighbor’s house instead, I snuck out quietly. It wasn’t too hard since my mom was recovering from another drinking binge.

I ran across the street so fast and snatched the papers out of his hand. I tried to run back and give a quick thank you, but he was unwilling to let me go that fast! He tried to convince me to get in the car with him and take a drive. I wasn’t going for that, though.

I attempted to flatter him and let him know that if my mom caught him out here, it would be all over. He ultimately gave up and left with promises of our night of passion coming soon.

I was so relieved I got through the entire thing without a meddlesome neighbor snitching on me or my mom finding out. That’s when I knew it had to end. I wasn’t going through with this. It didn’t make sense in the first place why he would want a student so badly, and I was far from stupid to think I was special.

I knew he just wanted to get laid and take a quiet girl’s virginity. That’s like some sort of prize to men, I believe. I started to feel disgusted with myself for even thinking these conversations had been normal. I knew it was wrong, but did he?

I used him to get out, but what did he want from me? So many options out there, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one. Why risk everything for a moment? The worst part is he had a son my age that wanted me too, but I never gave him the time of day. How can you want someone your son’s age to begin with?

I knew afterwards that he wasn’t a fish worth catching; it was only a mirage of what I guessed him to be. I would imagine it would be like a fish you want to catch, and it’s so close. It’s literally on the hook, giving you a tug-of-war.

Excitement fills you right when you are about to pluck it up, and when you do it, the worst anticlimactic moment of your life. The fish is sick-looking and so small you can barely hold it in your hands. So you throw it back because it was a waste of time and not what you expected for the outcome!

After I got to college, he would still text me and wonder when he could come visit me. I never broke things off because I was a coward. Until I met someone my age that I fell hard for.

I knew I needed to officially remove him from my life. So, I expressed it in the best way I could, that we couldn’t text anymore, it just wasn’t right. Not sure how he took it, but that was the last day I ever heard from him. I suppose he finally started looking for his next subject.

I know it looks fun and the illusion of it all — to flirt with your high school teacher or coach, but it’s honestly not okay or worth it. It’s not okay for them to take advantage because you are weak or desperate. Even if you feel the heaviest crush at first doesn’t make it worth it once you’re inside it all!

That was the first and last time I ever looked at a person in authority like that again. No more flirting or even thinking of seducing someone above me. Because when it becomes your reality, it becomes just a little too real and a little too repulsive. And you realize, after all, it’s nothing like the fantasy you had envisioned in your head.

Hi readers,

I’m Marquita Lashay, and I’m so glad that you took the time to read a snippet of my heart!

Being a mom & wife, I’ve lost myself so many times along this journey, but writing about the pieces of me has helped me to put myself back together and rediscover who I am! If you want to support my writing journey: buymeacoffee.com/marquitalashay

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