by S. C. Adams
“Here you go,” Nicole says as she hands me a brown paper sack. “A plain bagel toasted with butter, just like you asked.” This girl has the worst timing.
“Thank you,” I say graciously.
“No problem. Hey, Coach, do you have any plans this weekend?” Nicole inquires.
“No, I’m free all weekend. Why?” I ask.
“My parents are having a barbeque this weekend,” she says as she leans over the counter. “You should come! Everyone is Sunnyside is invited.” Tessa fidgets with the apron tied around her waist. She seems as caught off guard about the invitation as I am. I know the tempting teen wouldn’t miss her best friend’s barbeque for the world. I’ll go anywhere she goes.
“Sounds like fun. I’ll be there,” I say. Tessa flashes her gorgeous grin my way, sending my head spinning. Her smile gets me high, leaving me on cloud nine.
“Cool! And we have a pool, so bring your swim trunks,” the overly eager Nicole says. Tessa blushes again. I’m sure I’m blushing a bit myself. There’s a possibility I’ll get the chance to see all of Tessa’s curves in a form fitting bathing suit, maybe even a bikini. Fuck. My cock is fully erect at the thought of seeing a half-naked Tessa. I have to get out of here before they notice.
“Can’t wait,” I curtly say. “See you then.” I quickly dash out of the bagel shop, trying to keep my hard shaft out of sight. I hate that I had to leave without saying goodbye to Tessa, but I couldn’t let her see what my naughty fantasies of her had done to my body. My cock is as hard as a rock, and she did that to me.
I hop inside of my pickup truck and let out a gust of air. Shit, if I got this aroused just imagining her in a two-piece, I’ll probably jizz in my shorts when I actually do see her parading around in a slinky swimsuit. Maybe it’s not such a great idea for me to be around the enticing enchantress. It’ll be damn near impossible for me to hide my big, bulging cock in a pair of swim trunks. If the whole town does show up, word will spread fast that I’m ogling a teenage girl, and I’ll lose my job by Monday. I can’t let that happen, but I can’t miss out on a moment with Tessa. The summer isn’t going to last forever, and eventually, she will be going back to school. I have to take advantage of every second I’m able to spend with her.
I rub my temples as I try to think of the sensible thing to do. I already agreed to go, but I could always back out at the last minute. I could say something came up and that’s why I have to miss out. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m going to miss the opportunity to see those wide hips and succulent tits in a bathing suit. I’d hate myself if I did. I’ll just have to stay as far away from the young girl as possible.
I’ll look, but I won’t touch. Yeah, that’s the only way. Being too close to her will instantly send blood flowing to my dick, and it will be solid within seconds. It might be torturous, but I can’t miss this barbeque. I have to be around the woman I love.
7
Mason
Music blares from the Martins’ backyard. The case of beer I’m carrying rattles in my hands as I nervously walk toward the tall white gate. I went over whether or not I should come here in my head a thousand times. I felt conflicted as I battled my feelings for Tessa with my need to see her. I finally gave in to my feelings and decided I’d rather risk everyone finding out that I’m in love with her than risk not seeing her again for the rest of the summer. The latter would be a much bigger pill for me to swallow. Besides, as long I don’t stare too hard at her sexy body, I should be fine. Sunnyside is small, so I know everyone. There are enough neighbors here to keep me preoccupied and my eyes off of Tessa.
The Martins’ backyard is filled with familiar faces. I see a couple of Sunnyside students splashing around in the pool. Tessa has to be here somewhere, but where? Jane Martin clings to her husband, Alex’s arm as the two make their way over to me. They both look like they’ve had a few beers already, as do most of the adults here.
“Mason, you made it!” Alex says with a welcoming smile. Anyone with a kid that plays a sport in this town knows who I am. Being the athletic director at Sunnyside High has made me a very popular guy around our small suburb. The jock moms and dads generally like me, but I’m sure their perception of me would change if they knew how I felt about a particular Sunnyside High alumnus.
“More beer!” Jane’s eyes fill with excitement. A few more of these, and she’ll be stumbling around their large backyard like a toddler who’s just learned how to walk.
“Here, I’ll show you where to put those,” Alex says as he puts his arm around my shoulder. Wherever he’s taking me, I hope it’s within view of my taunting teen. I was nervous at first to run into her, but now I’m starting to get anxious as I look around the yard.
“You can put the case of beer right here,” Alex says, pointing next to the grill. “Enjoy yourself.” He leans in closer to me. “There’s a couple of single moms here getting pretty drunk off of margaritas. I’m sure a guy like you will end up taking one of them home tonight.” The single moms of Sunnyside don’t interest me in the slightest bit. There’s only one woman I want to take home tonight.
I scour the lawn as I sip a beer. I can’t believe I haven’t caught a glimpse of Tessa yet. Where could she be? Maybe she’s up in Nicole’s bedroom and the two are gossiping from a bird’s eye view of the party.
“Coach Mason, it’s so great to see you!” a familiar voice says. I cringe, knowing exactly who the voice belongs to without having to turn and look at her. It’s Pam Nelson, an annoying booster for the Sunnyside’s athletic club. Both of her daughters are on my softball team. The two girls have a lot of talent, but their overbearing mother makes me regret ever letting them try out. She has her hand in everything to do with Sunnyside’s softball team. You’d think she was the coach the way she tries to call the shots. Sometimes, I think she believes she’s a part of the sports management.
“Hi, Pam,” I say politely. I drink my beer a little faster. The yeasty beverage is the only thing that’s going to get me through this conversation with the bossy redhead. I’ve learned to walk on eggshells with her. When she doesn’t get her way, the spicy ginger turns into a fiery hot head. She’s one of the single moms Alex was talking about.
“Is this a new shirt?” she asks as she gently places her hand on my chest. I can smell the tequila on her breath, and I can already tell where this is going.
“No, I’ve had it for years. Are the girls here?” I ask, attempting to switch the conversation. She loves to brag about her girls, so hopefully, she’ll just ramble about them for a bit instead of hitting on me. Besides, Cindy and Rachel are friends with Tessa, so they might be somewhere hanging around her.
“Yeah, Cindy and Rachel are somewhere around here,” she says as she flings her hand in the direction of the rest of the attendees. For once, she seems unconcerned about her softball champs. “Cindy should be pitching way more. You have to keep putting her on that mound, Mason.” And she quickly reverts back to the pushy woman I’ve grown to know.
“We have three pitchers on the team, Pam,” I say gently. “Each needs to get a fair shot at tossing the ball.”
“You know,” she says with the look she gets in her eyes when she wants to flaunt around her self-appointed power. “I put a lot of money into Sunnyside’s athletic program. The girls have new uniforms because of the large donation I made. It would be a shame if those funds dried up.” She really knows how to be a bitch. In her mind, her kids are far more important to the team than any of the other girls. Luckily, they don’t have their mother’s poor sportsmanship. Contrary to what their bitchy mom teaches them, they understand that they are part of a team, and there’s no “I” in “team.”
I want to tell her to shove her money where the sun doesn’t shine, but I’d hate to ruffle any feathers with the athletic club. Sometimes, I think the only reason she donates money is so that she can have a say in her daughters’ sports careers. She couldn’t care less about students having the best performance gear or about providing transpor
tation to national championships. If it doesn’t involve her ginger teens, it doesn’t matter to this control freak.
“We wouldn’t want that,” I say with a gentle smile. “It would be a shame if our trip to nationals this year had to be cancelled because we didn’t have enough money to get the whole team to Florida. Especially with this being Cindy’s senior year,” I retort. The hot head simmers down, realizing she has no control over how funds are allocated. Ceasing her generous donations could potentially hurt Cindy and Rachel.
“You’re right,” she replies, feeling far less superior. “We wouldn’t want that.” She huffs as she struts away. Thank God. Now that she’s out of my hair, I can keep looking around for Tessa. Where the hell could she be?
“Coach Mason, how the hell are ya?” a voice from behind me asks, followed by a firm pat on the back. I turn swiftly, recognizing the tone. Roger Smith smiles wide with a cold one in his hand. His wife Elaine stands next to him, holding one of those damn margaritas. I peek around the two of them, hoping their beautiful daughter Tessa isn’t too far behind, but she’s nowhere in sight. Dammit.
“Roger and Elaine, I’m good. How have you both been?” I ask.
“Pretty good,” Tessa’s father replies.
“We haven’t seen you since Tessa’s graduation,” her mother adds. That was the last time I’d run into the friendly couple. I had held onto Tessa tightly as her mom took a picture of the two us saying cheese. I was smiling in the photo, but on the inside, I’d felt like my heart was breaking. I knew the moment in time that Elaine was capturing might be one of the last times I’d see her daughter. I didn’t want to let her go, but I had to. That was the last time I’d laid eyes on her until the other night at Barroom Burger.
“Yeah, it’s been that long,” I say. “Is Tessa here?” I ask nonchalantly.
“Yeah, she’s right over there,” Roger says without realizing his daughter is the sole reason for my appearance at this barbeque. He points toward the pool at a smoking hot Tessa in a red, revealing bathing suit. My heart pounds so hard that it almost pumps through my chest. Damn, she looks good as hell. I lick my lips as I admire her curves in the cherry red suit. The sweet apples below her neckline sit up high and perky. What am I doing? I can’t drool over Tessa like this in front of her parents. If her father knew what I was thinking right now about his precious princess, he’d probably kill me. I shake the improper thoughts out of my head.
“She adored you, Mason,” Elaine says. “You really helped her come out of her shell. She used to go on and on for hours about you.”
“She did?” I hadn’t realized the impact I had made on the young girl. It sounds like she cherished our relationship with one another just as much as I did.
“Of course,” Roger chimes in. “High school was hard for her, but you really helped her get through it. Thank you,” the grateful father adds as he places his hand on my shoulder. Her parents are appreciative of the way I helped their daughter blossom, but would they feel as thankful if they knew the lewd thoughts that go through my mind about their pride and joy?
“You’re welcome,” I say with a bit of guilt in my gut. Fuck, this is wrong. Teachers aren’t supposed to fall in love with their students. Our job is to guide them in life and be role models for them. What kind of example would I be setting if it got around Sunnyside High that the friendly athletic director that everyone knows and loves has been secretly longing after one of his softball players since she was sixteen? She might be an adult now, but these type of feelings don't just happen overnight.
I’ve felt this way about Tessa ever since I saw her parade across the softball field in a white tank top and a pair of black shorts a few summers ago during tryouts. As I watched her prance around with her catcher's mitt, I kept wondering how it was possible that a teen could have curves like that. Compared to the girls covering the bases, she was the only one stacked like a woman at the peak of her sexuality. From that moment on, she’s slid through my mind every day. Now, her body is curvier than ever, and it drives me crazy that I can’t touch her, at least not in the way I want to.
It’s true that I helped boost Tessa’s self-esteem, but our relationship wasn’t one-sided. Around the time of tryouts her sophomore year, I’d started to question whether or not I was actually making an impact on my students’ lives. I was feeling lost in my career, but Tessa had made me feel like I was fulfilling a purpose. Like my life had meaning. I was helping a young girl transform from a shy introvert into a social butterfly. She appreciated my pep talks and words of wisdom. Her big brown eyes would look into mine as if I was some sort of hero.
The Smiths make their way over to the Caseys, another well-known family in Sunnyside. Their son, Sean Casey, replaced Bobby as Sunnyside’s football captain after he graduated. The two sets of parents laugh as they swap stories about work and their kids. With Roger and Elaine consumed in a conversation with Sean’s parents, I use this opportunity to sneak glances at Tessa in that red swimsuit. Her body gracefully glides through the cold water. The lustrous curls on her head are soaking wet, along with the rest of her figure. Beads of water trickle down her exposed tits, and I can see her nipples piercing through the form-fitting suit. Fuck, my cock is bulging in my shorts. Tessa’s alluring adolescent form is turning me on. I look away from her, hoping my engorged dick settles down.
I can’t keep my eyes off of her for long. I know I shouldn’t stare, but damn, the way she’s filling out that bathing suit right now is unbelievable. She splashes around in the water with her Goldilocks best friend as boys their age sit around staring. They make eyes at my Tessa, and my blood boils instantly. How dare they gawk at her? She belongs to me. They could never love her the way I can. Those teens only want to take one thing from her, but I want to give her the world. I want to make her feel special every day of her life. I can teach her what real love feels like and give her everything she deserves.
The boys, filled with raging hormones, stare on at the two young ladies lounging by the pool. Luckily, my wave of jealousy has softened my penis. She sweetly giggles as they joke around with the sultry brunette. I’m green with envy, wishing I was the one putting a smile on her beautiful face. Egotistical Bobby marches around the pool with his bird chest out. The other teenage girls swoon over him, but not Tessa. She seems completely uninterested in his boyish good looks. I guess their date the other night didn’t go so well.
I watch from a distance as Bobby makes his way over to the ample teen in the red swimsuit. His hoity demeanor is sickening. I’d love to give that kid a piece of my mind. I can tell from here that he’s burning up inside because she won’t even acknowledge him. Hopefully, she isn’t just playing hard to get and she genuinely is repulsed by the self-absorbed teen.
He creeps up behind her and unties the top of her bathing suit. She clenches the swimwear to her chest to keep her breasts from being exposed just in the nick of time, but not before I fly into a fit of fury. She pushes his pale white body into the in-ground pool, causing a big splash. She might’ve gotten her revenge, but now it’s time for me to serve some justice myself. All I can see is red as I tread toward the teens. He laughs arrogantly as he swims to the edge of the pool.
“Bobby, you’re such an asshole!” Nicole yells as she ties the red swimsuit back around Tessa’s neck. I want to knock Bobby the hell out. His thin frame would crumble from one of my blows. Jane rushes over to Tessa, intercepting my steps.
“Honey, are you okay?” Jane asks, placing her hands on Tessa’s shoulders.
“I’m fine, Mrs. Martin,” Tessa lies. She glances at me and then quickly turns away. The young girl is embarrassed. All I want to do is comfort her and pulverize Bobby. He’s sitting along the side of the pool with a snide smirk. I want to smack that smirk clean off of his face, but I can’t touch the little shit because defending Tessa’s honor might make my feelings for her more apparent. I try to simmer down as Jane assuages Tessa’s embarrassment.
“What happened?” the concerned m
other asks.
“I just slipped in the pool. I’m okay, I promise,” she continues to lie.
“Okay,” Jane slurs. She’s probably too drunk to realize Tessa isn’t okay. “You kids have fun,” she says as she stumbles off. Nicole shoots Bobby an icy look. She looks almost as enraged as I am.
“Tessa, is everything okay?” Elaine asks. “Jane said you looked upset. What’s wrong?”
“I feel a little sick, Mom. I wanna go home,” Tessa says. No, she can’t leave. I haven’t even said hello to her yet. That jerk Bobby ruined everything.
“Are you sure, sweetie? We just got here a half-hour ago.” Hopefully, her mother can convince her to stay.
“I’m sure,” Tessa says. I’m burning up on the inside, wishing I could beg Tessa not to leave. But her mind is made up, with good reason.
“I’ll grab my things,” Elaine says.
“Don’t bother, Mom. I’ll just walk home,” Tessa says.
“Honey, you can’t walk home. You’re not feeling well, and you’ve been in the sun all day. I’ll just grab my bag, and we can go,” Elaine insists.
“Mom, you’re having fun. Stay. I’ll be okay,” she reassures her mother. Suddenly, a light bulb flashes in my mind.
“I can take her home,” I interject. The woman and her daughter turn toward me. Tessa’s face is still flushed from her interaction with Bobby. “I’d planned on heading out soon anyway, so it’s no trouble. It’ll be like old times,” I say, hoping her mother agrees.
“You don’t have to, Coach Mason,” Tessa says, hanging her curly head low.
“Nonsense, go with Mason, Tessa. That’s perfect! Your dad and I just met this really nice couple, and we aren’t ready to leave yet,” Elaine says.
“But, Mom-”
“No buts,” Elaine interrupts. “Mason is going to make sure you get home safely, as always.”
