Dirty Coach To Go: A Forbidden Sports Romance

by S. C. Adams

  I should’ve resisted the buxom teen, but her body beckoned me like a cat in heat, calling me as if a single touch from me would be a cure to her temporary illness. Her frame trembled in my hands as I devoured her candied cunt. I’ve never had trouble pleasing a woman, but I’d wanted Tessa’s first orgasm to be special. I just hope my moment of weakness doesn’t damage her. I loved every second of being inside of her, but after a night of sleep, I’m not so sure that making love to her was the right thing to do.

  She’s a college student with a bright future ahead of her. If anyone found out I crept into her bedroom while the entire town was celebrating the beginning of summer, they might get the wrong idea about her. Tessa was never fast like some of the other girls she graduated with. She never flaunted her body or threw herself at her male classmates. She was a virtuous virgin, untouched by the wandering hands of boys who are still wet behind the ears. Sleeping with a staff member from your alma mater is scandalous. People would talk, and I don’t want to ruin her reputation. She’s a good girl with a lot going for her; I’d hate to taint her image. I need to protect her by any means necessary.

  I ruffle through the documents laid out before me. I can’t get any work done with the alluring brunette on my mind. My heart is pleading with me to see her again, but I know there’s no way I would be able to be in her presence without kissing her plump pink lips, both sets. I lock my fingers together and place them on top of my head as I recline back in my seat. I think it’s pretty safe to say that I won’t be getting any work done today. Tessa has taken over my brain and left me completely incapable of thinking about anything else.

  A hundred reasons why I should stay away from her run through my mind, but despite every doubt, there’s one reason why I can’t – I love her. What kind of man deprives himself of the thing he loves the most? I can’t be without her anymore; I had to wait three years just to finally kiss her soft lips. It was torture being around her but never being able to simply hold her in my arms. Never being able to kiss her or hold her delicate hand. I had to let my feelings for her burn on the inside while I put up a front that she was nothing more to me than a student athlete, but she’s always been more than that. Way more than that. She gave me a reason to get up and go to work in the morning, hoping I’d see her walking down the halls with her big frizzy curls. Teachers work long hours, but I didn’t mind spending an extra three after school during softball practice because I knew I’d be with her. Even if we weren’t alone, at least we were together.

  Those moments I got to look deep into her eyes as I encouraged her to reach her full potential were moments I’ll never forget. They were just as special to me as they were to the young teen. For those few minutes, we were vulnerable with each other. She’d spill her heart out to me about her insecurities, but I would always find the right thing to say in order to make her feel invincible. She has no idea the power she holds and the things she can accomplish, even after a year of being away at college. She’s still doubting herself, thinking she has to become an accountant in order to please her folks. I want her to make her own choices and be happy living the life she wants, not the one her parents envisioned.

  The young woman doesn’t see how much time she has ahead of her. She thinks she needs to make major life decisions right now, but she’s young enough to move at her own tempo. I wish I had as much time left as her, but I’m twice her age. Holy cow. How can a relationship work between us when she’s at the start of her life and I’m in the middle of mine? By the time the eighteen-year-old is ready to settle down, I’ll be damn near sixty. What am I thinking? Sure, age was always on the table, but now that I really think about it, I can’t rob her of her youth. She has so much ahead of her. I’m not old, but I’m damn sure not getting any younger. She’s only a teen while I’m in my mid-forties. I mean, I don’t look it, but I am old enough to be her father.

  Her real dad and the other guys my age all have salt and pepper hair or else no hair at all due to balding. I have a full head of jet black hair and not a wrinkle in sight. I’m pretty active, so I’m in great physical shape, and I never have aching bones like the other men I know, but I am in my forties. She’s still figuring life out, but I’m pretty much set in my ways. With our timelines being galaxies apart, how can we ever meet on common ground? Maybe I’m reading too much into it, though, or maybe I’m just creating excuses about why it can’t work because I’m afraid of the possibility of actually being with Tessa.

  For years, I’d hoped that after she graduated she would tell me she loves me and we could finally be together. I pictured us getting married and having a bunch of babies with her big brown eyes and locks of curls. It was just a fantasy, but now there’s a possibility that it could become a reality. When she leaned in for a kiss last night, I was shocked, but my lips had gravitated toward hers like a magnet. For a second, I’d contemplated pulling away, but those damn lips had me locked in. I couldn’t break away if I wanted to.

  I don’t know what to do. I wish work would take my mind off of it all, but she’s all I can think about. How could I fall this deeply in love with such a young girl? Part of me wishes she’d never joined the softball team that year, but if she hadn’t, I would’ve never had the opportunity to fall in love with her beautiful soul. She completely has my heart, but life would be much easier if didn’t. Maybe then I could focus on being the best coach I can be and worry about dating women my own age.

  It’s not like I’m one of those older guys who purposely dates young girls for fun, or because I’m afraid of women my own age. I never meant to fall for Tessa; I fought my feelings for years. When she joined the team, I was dating someone a few years younger than me. In fact, the woman is actually still a teacher at Sunnyside. The brunette educator was nice, and we had fun together on our dates, but I didn’t see a real future with her. I ended things with her shortly after I watched Tessa prance around the softball field in those damn shorts and tank top. My cock still gets hard remembering the way her full breasts jiggled as she ran across the field, and finally, for the first time last night, I got to suck on those juicy tits.

  In the twenty years I’ve been teaching, I’ve never felt this way about any other student before. At the time my feelings were developing, I felt wrong and ashamed to think of a young girl that way, but Tessa has always been mature. During our conversations together, I would forget that the girl was only sixteen. She spoke like such an adult and thought rationally instead of like a self-centered, entitled teen. The mature young lady carried herself like she was already a grown woman, so that made it easy to forget that she was only in high school.

  I know I shouldn’t make excuses for why I lusted after a teenage girl, but I never made a move on her while she was still my student. In fact, even last night, she made the first move. That made me feel a little less guilty about kissing her. I wasn’t forcing her or pressuring her into something she didn’t want to do. She was doing it of her own free will. I love the way she couldn't keep her hands off of me. It made me feel like she had to have me, like she had been waiting for the moment as long as I had. We’re drawn to each other. If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.

  All of these years, I had no idea she felt any way toward me other than the way a student feels about her teacher. To find out she was saving her virginity for me lets me know how deeply she truly cares for me. Making love to her felt like a dream, the kind of dream you don’t want to end because it feels so good. It’s not just about the pleasure I felt when stroking her super wet cunt; it’s the contentment I experienced as I stared into her eyes and made her body feel like it's never felt before. Her mellifluous moans had sent chills through my body. They still echo in my mind like a distant call, beckoning me to come back and satisfy her body again. I’d give anything for another taste of her sweet nectar.

  I can’t be without Tessa; I think I’d go numb. My heart has never loved anyone like this, and my body has never craved another woman the way it does this temptress. I wis
h I could take her out on a date – we could sit and talk about the way we both feel about one another – but if the townsfolk saw us together, they’d send me running for the hills. Her father would probably try to kill me, and her mother’s eyes would leak tears so heavy that they could wash away Sunnyside all together. A date around town is completely out of the question, but maybe I can take her some place far away from here. A place no one knows.

  I own a beach house down the shore in New Jersey. It’s far enough away from Sunnyside that we wouldn’t run into anyone we know if we decided to go out in public together. We could spend a weekend at the beach snuggled up as we watch the waves roll in. I think a weekend alone together is just what we need to hash out our feelings and discuss where we plan to go from here. I’ll whisk her away to a serene place where we both can feel comfortable opening up to each other.

  Hopefully, it won’t take much to convince her to come away with me. I just need some time alone with her, more than what I got last night. With the fear of her parents walking in at any second, we didn’t get the chance to sit down and talk. The sex was awesome, but that’s not all I want from her, and I need her to know that. I need her to know how deep my love flows for her. I’m not one of those young boys just trying to get into her pants; I’m a real man trying to love her the way she deserves. I want to take care of her and help her continue to grow into a woman. It’s not going to be easy, but somehow, I have to at least try to see where things can go between us. I’ve waited three years just to hold her in my arms, and now I want to hold her forever. Letting go was extremely difficult, but hopefully after a weekend away together, I won’t have to let her go ever again. Maybe she’ll finally be mine.

  12

  Tessa

  I inhale the familiar scent of Sunnyside High’s hallways. It’s only been a year, but it feels like centuries. Roaming the building makes me miss the very place I couldn’t wait to get out of. I never really felt like I fit in with all of the other Sunnyside teens; I guess that’s why I always gravitated toward my teachers. Of course, I had Nicole and a few other close gal pals, but I didn’t really go to too many high school house parties or hang out with all of the popular kids. Sunnyside is small enough that everyone knows everyone, but I still found a way to hide from the crowd and stay out of the mix.

  It’s not that I’m antisocial or something; I’ve just always been shy. Remember the being curvy my whole life thing? I was always hiding in the back because of my size. When I was younger, I didn’t appreciate my curves, but I started embracing them when I realized that women are supposed to be curvy, not walking sticks. I used to wish I was a fashion model’s size. Magazines and TV made me think that was what true beauty looks like, but now I know differently. The way Nicole was going on about wishing she could put on weight lets me know that thin isn’t in and that curvy women are beautiful. I wish I’d known that back when I was a student staring at all of the skinny cheerleaders from a distance and hoping I could look like them one day. Now, I adore every curve on my body and wouldn’t change a thing about me for the world.

  I miss my old high school, but that isn’t why I’m here today. I’ve come for the man who has changed my life in so many ways. It might be risky, but I have to see him. I’ve replayed the moment that we kissed in my mind over and over again, like my favorite song. I can’t get his lips out of my mind. Butterflies swarm in my stomach every time I think about that sweet kiss, a kiss I need to experience again. Maybe I’m crazy for coming here to his job, but he makes my heart go crazy. He makes me want to be wild and adventurous and take chances.

  As I make my way down the hall, I see my freshman English teacher, Ms. Hunter. Rumor has it that she and Mason were a thing once. I loved her class freshman year, but seeing her now makes me feel a little tense. I mean, she was once dating the man that I love. She’s the kind of teacher that all of the boys went crazy over. The hourglass-shaped teacher is young and pretty; I can see why Mason went for her, which makes me uncomfortable right now in this moment. A wide grin spreads across her face as she recognizes me.

  “Tessa! Is that you?” she asks as she rushes over to me with her arms spread open. She was always nice to me and never gave too much homework. It would be really awkward and suspicious if I didn’t embrace right now as well, so I go along with hugging her, but deep inside, I want to run away from my secret lover’s ex.

  “Hi, Ms. Hunter,” I try to say with just as much enthusiasm as she exhibited, but I’m pretty sure I missed the mark. I’ve never been good at putting up a front.

  “You look amazing!” she says as she admires the freshman fifteen I’ve put on.

  “Thank you,” I reply. I’m sure she’ll ask me the typical questions teachers ask former students, but hopefully, the conversation won’t last too long. After all, I did come here to see Mason, not to discuss my first year away at college with the Sunnyside staff.

  “Glad to see you’re back for the summer. Do you like Trinity?” she asks. At the end of last year, all of us seniors had something like a college reveal party in the cafe. We ate breakfast together and everyone shared what their plans were after graduation, like if they were going to college or to the military. Ms. Hunter had been there serving scrambled eggs and had heard when I announced I was going to Trinity, so it doesn’t surprise me that she remembered that’s where I’ve spent the last year. She’s just trying to be nice, but I really don’t want to talk about Trinity. To be honest, I really don’t even want to go back.

  “It was good,” I lie. No one ever really wants to hear the truth. Besides, if I couldn’t even tell my own parents that I was miserable at college, there’s no way I would ever consider telling Mason’s ex, even if she is my former teacher.

  “That’s good,” she says. “We really miss you around here.” I think that’s just something teachers say when they don’t know what else to say. Maybe she does really miss me, but like I said, I never really stood out to anyone. Well, except for Mason. In her English class, I always sat in the back right corner, trying not to be seen. She never forced me to sit in the front, which was a good thing. She kind of just let me be, which is what I liked about her class.

  “I miss everyone, too. It feels kind of weird being back here,” I admit.

  “That’s because you’re a woman now. You left home and learned to see the world in a different way. You’ve outgrown this place,” she says. I think she’s right. I’m not the same little girl who rushed through these halls to get from class to class. I am a woman.

  At first, when I walked through these doors, I had a bit of doubt about Mason and me dating. He’s way older than me, and he has a house and a career. I’m just an eighteen-year-old college student who’s still trying to figure everything out. I still can’t decide whether I want to stay at Trinity or tell my parents that I want to come back home permanently. I was feeling a bit insecure, but without even trying, my former English teacher helped me realize that I am mature enough to be with Mason. Age isn’t anything but a number – it doesn’t define who he and I are, and it shouldn’t negate our relationship either.

  “You’re right, Ms. Hunter. It was great seeing you,” I say. I don’t want to be rude, but I want to get to Mason as soon as possible. He isn’t expecting me, but hopefully, seeing me will be a pleasant surprise for him. I want to stop by to thank him. I don’t think he truly understands what he has been to me. He may have cheered me on from the sidelines, but the real reason my heart will forever belong to him is because he taught me how to love myself, even with my flaws. He helped me see that I’m perfect just the way I am, and for that, I will forever be grateful.

  “It was great seeing you too, Tessa,” she says as we go our separate ways. I anxiously walk down the hall toward the gymnasium. Hopefully there isn’t a football player or a track star in his office taking up his time.

  I stop in front of his office door and take a deep breath. I haven’t been in this office in a year. I used to find little reasons to leave class to
come down here and see him. I’d complain about a sore ankle or insist I had some important paperwork my parents signed to give to him. Anything to look into those ice blue eyes for a few moments. I’m nervous to go inside, but I didn’t come all the way down here for nothing. I rushed over here from Bagel Bunch to really thank Mason for everything he’s done for me, most recently for taking my virginity.

  I gently knock on the door. “Come in,” he says from the other side. Here goes nothing. I slowly turn the doorknob and walk into the office. He’s looking through some papers and doesn’t immediately look up to see who just walked into his office at the end of the school day. The glowing god has no idea I’m standing in front of him. His entire office smells like the heavenly cologne he wears, and I practically drown happily in the scent. I still can’t believe we actually made love last night. My cunt drips just remembering the way he sucked on my clit. He made me feel like my body was about to explode, and when it finally did, my juices gushed into his mouth. He drank every drop without hesitation. I fan myself in an attempt to cool down the heat permeating from my hot and ready body.

  I clear my throat to get his attention. He looks up at me with a mixture of happiness and confusion on his face. “Hi,” I say softly.

  “Tessa, what a surprise.” I push my puffy curls behind my ears, revealing my face. I want him to see the sincerity in my eyes. I want him to see how much I’m in love with him. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

  “I want to thank you,” I say.

  “Thank me?” he asks.

  “Yes, for everything you’ve done for me,” I reply.

  “Tessa, that isn’t necessary,” he says as he gathers all of the scattered papers on his desk and stacks them into a pile. “You don’t owe me anything. It was my job to push you to become the best softball player you could be.”