The Wrestler

The Wrestler
I have been coaching at a local wrestling club for about three months now and it is getting harder and harder to do. The reason…Angela. She is the owner’s daughter and she is fifteen. She is absolutely beautiful. She stands 5’6” and is a light skinned Puerto Rican. Her upper body is strong but pales in comparison to her legs. They are toned and muscular yet still maintain a sexy feel. Her lips are full and when she smiles, I can’t help but shudder. Her perfect teeth combined with those lips make it hard not grab a hold of her and fall into a deep kiss.


I am a white male who is 38 years old and in good shape. I started wrestling when I was 8 years old and began coaching in an effort to pass on my knowledge. Little did I know that I would be passing on more than my wrestling knowledge.


Angela’s father Carlos was a childhood friend of mine though he was a few years younger. He and his family were all trouble makers but weren’t we all? At one point, Carlos was sent to prison for assault and after he was released he made a pact to himself to not allow any other kids to get lost between the cracks. The work he is doing is working and I’m proud to be a part of it. The problem is…Angela.

I started to see her during the season while I was coaching a different team. I would watch her wrestle the boys and most of the time she would beat them. I found myself feeling a bit jealous they were able to put their hands on her while I had to sit on the side and watch. After the season is when I went to Carlos and offered my services. He gladly accepted as he knew I was technically sound and on the same page regarding discipline and hard work.

Coaching Tuesdays and Thursday s was going great. The kids were really responding and becoming good wrestlers. As I walked around the gym I would see Angela stretching and working out. Damn she was beautiful and the little shorts she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. The problem was that what was left to the imagination was exactly what I was interested in.


After one Thursday practice, Coach Carlos and his wife Cynthia approached me. They both stated how happy they were to have me be a part of the program and could see the benefits. That was when things changed. Cynthia asked “Coach Tyler, would you be interested in doing one on one coaching sessions?”. Not thinking before I spoke, I replied “Aboslutely, I’d love too. Any wrestler that wants to get better, I’m willing to work with”. That’s when a huge smile came across both Carlos and Cynthia’s faces.


“That’s great brother” quipped Carlos, “Angela has been begging me to have you show her some things. Can you stay late tonight and get started?” I was a little stunned when they said Angela. I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I was extremely psyched because Angela has such potential. On the other hand, the thought of rolling around with her for an hour had me a bit aroused.


After quickly thinking about things, I responded it would be no problem. Let’s get going. Angela walked back in the gym, her skin glistening from the earlier practice. Damn was she beautiful. I looked at her as she smiled at me. I felt frozen in time. That’s when the monkey wrench was thrown into the mix. Carlos came over to me and said “Tyler, Cynthia and I have to leave to get the other kids home and ready for school. Can you work with Angela and lock up afterwards?” This man was going to leave his daughter with me all alone? I guess that means he doesn’t see the lust in my eyes when I watch her. After some quick thoughts, I agreed to close the gym after my one on one with Angela.


In a few short minutes, Angela and I were alone.