by S. C. Adams
“Okay,” the bashful teen says.
I keep my cool as she walks in front of me toward my pickup truck. Her hips are covered by a towel she’s wrapped around her waist, but even with the cloth, her figure is still defined. I open the heavy door, watching her plump bottom sway as she climbs inside. She’s doing it again – turning me on without trying. This innocent girl has no idea what kind of thoughts of her run through my mind. The naughty things I’d do to her if I ever got the chance. Maybe this is my chance.
I finally have Tessa alone and all to myself. This is the perfect time to tell her how I feel about her. Her parents said she used to talk about me nonstop. There’s a chance that she feels the same exact way that I do. I have to take this risk. I have to pour my heart out to her and find out if there’s a possibility she’s in love with me too.
8
Tessa
My juices are flowing between my thighs as I ride next to the heavenly smelling Mason in his monster-sized pickup truck. I wish he would pull over and kiss me passionately. The whole town is at Nicole’s house, so no one would see. It was sexy the way he’d marched over to the pool after that asshole Bobby untied my bathing suit. The fury in his eyes made me want him in a way like never before. I was sure the immature boy was a dead man walking. Coach always tried to protect me. It’s reassuring to know that he still has my back. The big, strong alpha male would have knocked the wind out of Bobby with one strike. That would’ve taught him to keep his hands to himself. When he offered to take me home, I wanted to scream with glee, but I was still feeling a bit embarrassed by what Bobby had done to me, especially since Mason had watched the whole thing happen. I wanted to crawl into a hole.
The ride from Nicole’s place to mine isn’t as far as I’d like it to be. I have at most ten minutes in the truck with my protector. I need to milk every second with him. I want to ask him if I’m the type of curvy brunette he’s into. I never would have guessed that a man with a physique like his would be attracted to heavier women. Knowing that he likes women who enjoy eating makes me feel more confident. But I’m too shy to just ask my crush if he finds me attractive. Besides, flirting with him would be taboo. I can’t lead him on; a relationship between us would destroy his career and reputation in our small town. Knowing this, it’s still hard not to get all hot and bothered around him.
“So, how have you been?” he asks. His baritone voice makes me even wetter. Oh my gosh, I can’t let my hormones get the best of me. He’s the same age as my dad. I keep my eyes on the road and away from his smoldering hot body.
“Pretty good. How about you?” My voice cracks a little as I try to keep my composure. I wonder if he can tell I’m gushing over him right now.
“Can’t complain,” he says. “We keep running into each other,” he jokes.
“Yeah,” I giggle. I didn’t expect to see my old coach this much so early in the summer, but I’m glad I have. After a year of being without him, I was long overdue for a dose of Mason.
“Do you like working at Bagel Bunch?” he asks.
“Yeah, everyone there is nice, plus I get to work with Nicole. And I get all the free bagels I want. It’s a pretty cozy job,” I say.
“That’s good. I’m glad you like it,” he says as he grips the steering wheel firmly. I wish it was my body he had his hands tightly around. His big burly hands would know how to handle my curves way better than Bobby’s tiny hands. But I can’t think this way about this grown man.
“The school year is almost up for you. Any summer plans?” I ask, trying to get the thought of him caressing my body out of my head.
“Not really. I’ll probably hit the beach a couple of times, but other than that, I don’t have anything planned. How about you?” he asks.
“Same here,” I say. The truth is, I’ll probably spend the whole summer pining over him. Yearning after a man I can’t be with. While the other girls of Sunnyside are busy frolicking around with the boys our age, I’ll be wistfully wishing I could kiss the lips of the man I’ve fallen in love with.
“I’m sure you and Nicole will find some sort of trouble to get into,” he jokes. His smile warms my heart. If only he knew he’s all I could think about when I was away at school. I impatiently waited both semesters to be reunited with him again. I should tell him right now. But I’m too afraid that I’ll embarrass myself. He’ll probably think I just have a school girl crush. But this is more than that. This is love.
“Maybe,” I laugh. Suddenly, the bad mood Bobby put me in goes away. Coach always knows how to make me feel better. “Thanks for offering to take me home,” I say.
“It’s no big deal. I saw what Bobby did to you, so I know you wanted to get out of there badly,” he says. He’s like a superhero, ready to save my day.
“Yeah, he’s an immature jerk. He’s just mad because I wouldn’t let him get past first base,” I admit.
“Did he try something with you?” Mason asks with much more bass in his voice. He sounds like he’s ready to rip Bobby a new one. I’m a bit nervous to tell him the truth, but I’m kind of hot from his passion. I hesitate, but at the end of the day, I could never lie to those crystal blue eyes.
“He tried to pressure me into having sex with him the night we went out on a date,” I confess. The fury in his eyes burns brighter than the sun. I’ve never seen him so angry before.
“That boy needs to be taught a lesson, and I’m gonna be the one to teach it to him,” he says, seething in the driver’s seat. His protective demeanor makes me swoon in the seat next to him. I bite my lip as I gaze at my gallant knight, who’s describing how he plans to rush to my defense. I know Bobby is no match for the brawny man, especially while he’s in this fit of rage. The puny teen’s body would fall to pieces in the hands of Mason, and although I think Bobby should get exactly what he deserves, I don’t want Mason getting into any trouble over me. If something happened to the softball coach, I would feel like it was all my fault.
“No, it’s okay. I’ve got it all under control,” I say. I think after I pushed him into the pool, he got the picture. He knows not to mess with me anymore. I’m usually not an aggressive girl, but Bobby is a pig. I couldn’t let him get away with untying my bathing suit.
“He gonna get it the next time I see him. He has no right to touch you,” Mason says, still in a rage.
“Thank you, but trust me, I won’t be having any more trouble out of Bobby Frazier. Not if he knows what’s good for him,” I reassure him. He mulls over my words for a bit. Our ride together is coming to an end soon, and the last thing I want to talk about in our last few moments alone is the pigskin-toting teen.
“What did you end up studying at Trinity?” he asks.
“Accounting,” I reply. “My dad thinks it’s a good career path.”
“But what do you think?” he asks, catching me off guard. No one has ever asked me what I want. If they did, they would’ve known numbers aren’t my thing and that I want to open up a bakery here in Sunnyside.
“I think I hate numbers,” I giggle. He laughs too, and his laugh warms my heart, sending butterflies fluttering through my stomach.
“Didn’t you used to love baking?” I blush at his mention of my secret passion. He remembered. I’d told him that the kitchen was my happy place two years ago, and he remembered. I swear, he knows me better than anyone else in the world.
“I still do,” I admit.
“Then you should bake. If that’s what you really love, then go for it. You don’t want to live a life full of regrets because you never went after the things you wanted in life.” His words strike a nerve. Opening a bakery isn’t the only thing I’m considering trying my luck with.
“I wish I had the courage to go after the things I want in life,” I say. “But I’m afraid.”
“A beautiful girl like you has nothing to be afraid of. You can have anything and anyone you want in this world,” he pauses. “I’ll bet those college guys were all over you at Trinity,” he says. The truth is the
boys there did flirt with me a lot, but none of them had interested me. None of them had compared to Mason. He’s the only one I’ve ever wanted.
“There were a few, but I wasn’t into any of them,” I admit.
“Why not?” he asks with a puzzled look on his face. I want to tell him that I’ve been in love with him since I was sixteen and that he’s the only man I want to be with. I want to tell him exactly how I feel, but I’d just die if he were to tell me that he doesn’t feel the same way. It would shatter my heart into a million pieces. I mull over how I want to answer this question. I can’t lie to him, but I also can’t tell him the truth. I guess I’ll just omit parts of the truth like I do with Nicole.
“Hmm,” I say. “I think the guys at Trinity are too young and immature for me. I need a real man.” I make light of my honest answer. He laughs again. If only he knew I wasn’t joking.
“Understandable. Those young boys can be a handful,” he says. He raises one of his bushy eyebrows. “What are you looking for in a man?” Without hesitation, I know exactly what I want. I mean, he is sitting right next to me after all.
“Someone who will protect me and be there for me when I need him most. A manly man with a huge heart who’s loving and passionate. The kind of guy who builds me up with his words and never tries to tear me down. A hunk who only has eyes for me and loves me exactly the way I am,” I blurt out in one really long breath. He’s silent for a bit. Oh no. He must think I’m crazy. Maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. My face is probably turning a bright red right now, which makes me feel even more embarrassed. I need to get rid of the awkward silence floating around in his pickup truck. “But maybe I’m asking for too much,” I nervously laugh.
“I don’t think you’re asking for too much,” he says, easing my nerves. “You deserve all of that and much more.” Phew! For a second, I thought he was thinking I’m a complete psycho. “Maybe I can help you find the man of your dreams that you’re looking for,” he says.
“Maybe,” I say half-heartedly. He is the man of my dreams. I don’t need to look any further. Why doesn’t he know? Can’t he tell? I sink into the passenger seat as a wave of sadness comes over me.
His pickup truck slowly comes to a stop in front of my childhood home. My time alone with Mason is over, and I didn’t tell him how I feel. This sucks. All I want to do is tell him I’m in love with him, but I’m too afraid. He’s right; I need to get over my fears and go after the things I want in life, starting with him. Here goes.
“Thanks for the ride home, Coach Mason,” I say as I gently place my hand on his shoulder. “You’re always looking out for me. I love that about you.”
“Of course,” he says, placing his hand on top of mine. “You mean a lot to me, Tessa.” My heart races as I stare into his ice blue eyes. God, this man is gorgeous. I feel tingly on the inside, and every bone in my body is screaming for me to kiss him.
“You mean a lot to me too, Coach. You always have.” I hesitate but decide to go for it. “I missed you every day I was away at school.” My heart is about to beat through my chest. I can’t believe I just said those words to him, but he made me feel safe enough to say them. He always makes me feel safe.
“I missed you too,” he admits. Oh my gosh! Does he feel the same way about me? There’s only one way to find out. It’s risky, but the vibe feels right. In this moment, everything feels right.
I slowly lean in to kiss him. I close my eyes, just in case he rejects me. I would hate to see the look on his face if he pulls away from me. To my surprise, my lips are met with the sweetest kiss. My cunt instantly gushes. I can’t believe Coach Mason is kissing me! He places his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me in closer as we passionately lock lips.
In this moment, neither of us cares if anyone is watching. Every bottled up feeling I’ve ever felt for him is being released right now. I’ve waited for this kiss for two whole years, and now it’s finally happening. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
9
Mason
I look around to make sure no one can see me following the inviting teen into her home. Luckily, all of Sunnyside is still at the Martins’ barbecue; it’s almost as if we have the entire town to ourselves.
The curvy brunette grabs my hand as she pulls me inside of the house. I’ve fantasized about this for so long; I’ve even jacked myself off to the thought of being intimate with Tessa. I’ve always imagined how those curves would look without clothes, and now finally, I get the chance to find out.
The passionate kiss we shared in my pickup truck made my cock hard, and now I’m ready to stroke her sweet wet cunt until she bursts with pleasure. For years, I’ve waited for her, hoping I could one day hold her in my arms. She’s legal now, so we aren’t doing anything wrong. Any and all guilt I once felt has left my body, leaving nothing but the feeling of desire. My palms sweat nervously as she leads me down the hallway to her bedroom. Over the years, I’ve wondered what the inside of her room looked like. Were her walls covered in rock band posters, and did it smell sweet like lavender? Finally, my questions are about to be answered.
As she opens the door, the aroma of berries and cream hits my nostrils. Mmm, delicious. The walls aren’t plastered in posters but instead are layered with photos of her high school days. Her queen-sized bed is covered in stuffed animals and fluffy pillows. With embarrassment, she moves some of the plush animals aside.
“Sorry, those are from high school,” she giggles.
“Don’t worry,” I say as I pick up one of the animals. “There’s nothing wrong with having a cuddly teddy bear to lie next to.” She smiles as she slowly approaches me. Without hesitation, I toss the bear onto the floor and place my hands on her wide hips as I stare into her big brown eyes. Her body is still driving me crazy in that damn red swimsuit.
I wanted to kiss Tessa in my truck, but I couldn’t work up the nerve to actually do it. I didn’t want an unsolicited smooch to make the young girl feel uncomfortable. I would have hated to make her feel the same way that little shit Bobby made her feel when he tried to pressure her into having sex. It’s not my style to try to force a woman to do anything. I’m glad she made the first move.
She presses her soft pink lips against mine, making my dick rock hard. I want to toss her onto the bed and passionately make love to her, but her parents could come home any minute. But Tessa doesn’t seem to care as she presses her bodacious body against me, making it hard not to bend her over and slide my shaft deep inside.
Then, to my surprise, Tessa takes the lead. She gently pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. The girl knows what she wants, and I intend to give it to her.
“I have a confession,” she murmurs, smiling shyly.
“What is it?” I ask. My dick’s so hard now that not even the Pope could get me to stop. But Tessa’s obviously nervous, so I make myself listen carefully. She takes a deep breath.
“I’m a virgin,” she admits. Holy fuck. I didn’t think she was very experienced, but I had no idea she was completely inexperienced. Guilt returns. Not only is she young, but she’s never been touched by a man. I can’t deflower her. I’d feel like I was taking advantage of the young woman. I sit up and look deep into her eyes.
“Tessa, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I would never take advantage of you,” I say.
But she shakes her head.
“I want to do this. I want you to be the one who takes my virginity. I’ve been saving it for you,” she admits shyly with sincerity in her eyes. I’m shocked that she’s been waiting for me all of this time. Most girls are loose their freshman year of college because it’s their first taste of freedom. But not Tessa. She stayed pure for me.
“Are you sure?” I ask to be certain. Coyly, she unties her bathing suit and the top slips off, revealing huge, succulent tits. Fuck, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my cock in my pants now. Gently, I caress one of her beautiful orbs as she gasps and then tilts her head back with pleas
ure. Good, the girl is responsive. Slowly, I lean forward and suck on one of the hard pink crests. She tastes as sweet as I’ve always imagined. She moans softly as she grinds her hips on top of me. For a virgin, she sure knows what she’s doing.
I flip her over onto her back and pull the rest of her slinky swimwear off of her body. Her naked buxom figure reminds me of an Aphrodite statue, beautiful and what a real woman’s body is supposed to look like. Then I pull her knees apart, revealing that pink slit as she gasps.
“Oh!” she cries with surprise.
“I know,” I soothe, my eyes hot as I survey her gorgeous body. “It’s okay sweetheart. I’m going to touch you everywhere.”
I study the woman before me. She’s ripe and ready, and to my delight, her nipples match the color of her cunt. Groaning with desire, I bend my head to wrap my lips around her clit and stroke it gently with my tongue. She holds onto the back of my head tightly as I devour her. Her young body is ready to burst in my hands; I can feel it. She quivers as I continue to lick. This virgin is about to have her first orgasm, and I’m glad I’m the one who is going to give it to her.
I suck on her clit until her knees start shaking and she lets out a throaty groan. Then, her juices thicken and Tessa releases a sweet honey into my mouth while moaning so loudly that I’m afraid the entire town will hear. Her body collapses in my hands, but I’m far from finished. I pull down my pants, revealing a thick, long shaft. Her eyes grow wide as she stares at my enormous cock. The last time I was with a virgin was when I was one myself. I don’t want to hurt the girl, but I want thrust my massive dick as deep inside of her as it will go.
“I’ll go slow,” I assure her. She nods, but I can still see a bit of worry in her eyes. I know it will hurt at first, but she’ll love the way I stroke her G-spot once the pain goes away. I rub her clit as I jack myself off, letting her get an eyeful of what’s coming. I want to thrust into her warm, wet cunt, but I have to take my time with her, and this is part of it. The visual is very important when it comes to preparation.
