No Panties, No Problem: Khloe & Coach’s Forbidden Fantasy

Coach Daniels always had a thing for cheerleaders. Their bouncing, curvy bodies, the way their tiny shorts rode up as they practiced their routines, exposing hint after tantalizing hint of lacy panties. But today’s practice session was driving him wild in a whole new way. None of the girls were wearing underwear.

It started innocently enough. One of the new recruits, Khloe, mentioned that she hated panty lines showing under her uniform. Coach Daniels, ever the perfectionist, encouraged the girls to go commando. After all, if their uniforms were too tight, they needed to adjust their undergarments. No need for landmarks.

He didn’t consider the consequences. The girls lined up on the sidelines, stretching their long legs and arching their backs. As they did, their short skirts flipped up, revealing the smooth curves of their bare bottoms. Coach Daniels tried to look away, he really did, but his eyes kept getting drawn back to those enticing flashing glimpses.

Khloe seemed to be drawing the most attention. With her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and a smoldering look in her eye, she moved with a confidence Coach Daniels found both alluring and frustrating. He knew he shouldn’t stare, but he couldn’t help himself. She was practically begging to be noticed.

Lost in his unprofessional thoughts, Coach Daniels didn’t realize he was staring until Khloe turned around and looked him directly in the eye. Her skirt was flipped up, revealing everything beneath. She didn’t flinch or make a move to cover herself. Instead, she smirked and held his gaze, a challenge in her eyes. The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity.

Coach Daniels felt his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should look away, scold the girl, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Her fearlessness was intoxicating. When she turned around, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her backside, amazed at her audacity. His thoughts had nowhere to go but down hopelessly inappropriate paths.

Why had he encouraged the girls to go without panties? He chastised himself silently. Now he would be tortured by the constant sight of their bare bodies, tormented by unspoken desires. There was nowhere safe for his eyes to land without seeing a tantalizing flash of flesh. He tried focusing on the girls’ long legs, but he couldn’t help but imagine what lay higher up.

Throughout the rest of practice, Coach Daniels struggled to keep his composure, his mind constantly betraying him with inappropriate advertisements. He tried snapping at the girls, but his frustration only seemed to amuse them. Khloe in particular seemed to take delight in toying with him.

Was she doing it on purpose? He groaned internally. Was he actually getting played by a 19 year old tortured by their own desires? He felt like such a dirty, dirty old man, but damn it, the sight of those cheerleader butts bouncing around in their skirts was really doing things to him.

Near the end of practice, Khloe was putting the squad through some airborne stunts. Coach Daniels couldn’t take his eyes off her as she bent and pushed, her miniskirt riding up with every motion. Where was her modesty? At one point, she did a split, literally sitting in the air, grinning at him with her unabashed, bouncing bottom fully on display. The sight was seared into his retinas.

As the girls lined up for dismissal, Khloe sauntered over and stood directly in front of Coach Daniels. He averted his eyes pointedly, but she just laughed and turned around provocatively. “Thank you for allowing us to go without panties today, Coach. We really appreciate your support,” she said with sarcastic sweetness before sashaying away with a flip of her hair.

Coach Daniels collapsed into the nearest chair, head in his hands. What had he done? He’d encourage a whole team of girls to show off their goods all in the name of efficiency. And now he would be forever haunted by the sight of their bare buns bouncing and sashaying.

He’d have to have a serious talk with himself later about objectifying his young students. In the meantime, he could only hope practice tomorrow was sweatpants day. Anything to cover up those forbidden fantasies.

But he had a feeling Khloe had only just gotten started. The little minx. God help him.