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"Yes I am. I want you, Mommy." I move in her lap and rub my nipples against her shirt. It scratches me and makes me hornier.

"I know you do, and I want you too, princess. Right now though, I need you to get off me so I can shower you. That way we can get you in bed. You'll feel so much better in a soft bed."

I kiss along her neck and she shivers under me. "Tia." It's a warning. I know it is, but my mind keeps telling me that if I kiss her, she'll be very happy with me.

Licking her pulse, I move up to her ear and nibble on her earlobe. "Tia, stop, honey. Not like this."

"But I want you. You want me. I know you do." Or at least I think she does. Everything is so fuzzy and when I open my eyes, the world spins. It's better here, with my eyes closed and pretend she's not pushing me away. I know she isn't. She's trying to be respectful.

"I know, sweet princess. Let's get up and I'll help you wash up."

This makes me happy for some reason. So giggly, I can't seem to stop laughing. Not even when Coach starts washing my body. She runs the loofah around my body, and it irritates me. "Whose loofah is this?"

I'm becoming irrational and I stomp my foot. “Stop that, little princess. This loofah has never been used. It's a guest bathroom, and I've never had a guest before."

"Oh." That seems to calm me down for a moment. "That's better. Mommy better not have any other little girls."

Coach chokes on her laugh and holds me up against the wall. "Bring your right leg up so I can wash your bottom."

"Ok, Mommy." I'm happy for the moment. I have no idea what's going on except that I enjoy the way she's washing me. It feels so good to be cared for.

I close my eyes and let everything Coach is doing take over. It feels so damn good. By the time I open my eyes, Coach is stepping out of the shower, and the panic is instant. "Mommy?"

"Hey, it's alright Tia. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting the towel. Calm down, baby."

Her words are barely coherent in my mind. I stand there, wringing my hands together. What-if in the morning, she doesn't want anything to do with me? Or she kicks me off the volleyball team? My thoughts turn into mush as the world spins, and I start to fall.

Coach catches me and pulls me to her. "It's going to be fine, Tia. I'm not going to kick you off the team, and I will want you in the morning."

How did she know I asked that? Did I say it out loud? Coach laughs and kisses my cheek as she starts to dry me off. "It's alright. You are saying everything out loud, but it's alright. I don't mind. Keep talking, princess."

"I didn't like their hands on me tonight. It was so disgusting." I can remember them touching my body as I danced for them. I don't understand why their hands on me made me feel icky. Yet, when Coach touches me, I want her to own me. To feel every single part of my body.

"Did they hurt you?" Her voice sounds angry. So angry.

"Are you mad at me, Mommy?" It's hurting me to know she's angry. "Are you angry? Please don't be angry at me."

"Shh, you are spiraling again. It's alright Tia, come on. Let's get you on the bed." Yes, that sounds so much better.

"Bed. Yes. bed." I whimper and Coach helps me get into the clothes she picked out for me. "Will you stay with me?"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"But... but I want to cuddle." Coach chuckles and brushes my hair out of my face.

"Alright," she says and helps me into the room. "I'm going to let you lie down, and I’ll go change my clothes so we aren't getting the bedding wet."

"Ok, Mommy." That sounds like a good plan. Right? She'll be right back. I know she will. Mommy won't leave me alone. She wouldn't. Right?

"I'll be right back," she whispers and kisses my forehead as she pulls the covers over my body.

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When I wake up, my head pounds loudly. My eyes hurt and my throat feels like something has been stuffed down it. I try to move but my body is stuck where it's at. "Help!" I pull on my arms, and I can't move them. I know they are above my head and my legs are spread wide apart.

"Help!" I scream again but no one answers me. Where is Coach? Wait, did I go home with her? I didn't dream that, did I? Oh no, what if I'm at one of the guys' rooms? My anxiety is skyrocketing.

"Tia, calm down." My head snaps to the right, and I see Coach standing in the doorway.

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