Filthy Coach: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I’m happy.” She admitted, smiling widely at him as she glanced at the hallway. That break room meeting would forever be different now and she rose on unsteady legs. “Want some coffee?”

  “Sure,” Brandon replied, turning back to his computer as she gathered cups and headed to the break room. She saw Ginny inside, wearing one of her work dresses in a deep plum today, fixing her coffee as she glanced behind her. There was a serene smile on her face as she made eye contact with Maya, who returned it with something similar as she moved beside her to make Brandon’s coffee.

  “Morning,” Maya said softly, her skin reacting to Ginny’s closeness as she forced herself to stand still.

  “Hello, Maya. How are you?” Ginny asked, her voice veiling her true feelings as they glanced at each other.

  “I had a great weekend.” Maya smiled wider. She pressed the button on the machine and hot liquid spilled from the machine.

  “So did I.” Ginny replied, sharing another long look with her.

  When she got back with the coffee, Maya’s phone chimed on her desk and she slowly took it to read the text.

  I miss you.

  Somehow she made it through the week, sticking to the work rules but still holding on to every word when they communicated as best they could. Maya was as busy with Gillian as Ginny was with Riley, so they really only had the nights. They seemed to fall into a habit of seeing one another on Sundays, spending their afternoons in hotels where they took the sex further and further and only fell harder for each other. The weeks turned into months and Maya listened to her lover struggle with what was going to happen with Riley’s father as their foundation completely broke.

  Phil ended it when Ginny and Maya had been seeing each other for four months. She’d suspected him of cheating and he confirmed it, though it didn’t hurt her for obvious reasons. She confessed to him what she’d been doing as well, shocking her soon to be ex-husband but surprised to find him so accepting of the situation. At the end of it all, Phil and Ginny were parents and friends and they chose to go on with things that way.

  They made arrangements for Ginny to stay in the house and a schedule for Riley, with Maya listening to Ginny cry for her daughter that night. That was what she was most worried about and they made plans the following weekend when Phil would have her, staying in the house and making love all night in Ginny’s bed. Maya had never been there before but now she was in her bed and coming in Ginny’s world as her mouth drank her in. It felt surreal to be together after brushing it off with her sister for weeks until she finally confessed that Ginny was ending a marriage as well as the fact that she had a daughter.

  “Maya, I mean…she sounds great and you’re happy. Is this the right thing for you though?” Brie asked her late on the night of her confession after Gillian was asleep. She also knew that Ginny was a supervisor by this time at Maya’s job. “It’s so complicated to me.”

  “I love her, Brie. I know it’s crazy but I didn’t end the marriage. It was already in the final stages and neither of us wanted things to start like that.” Maya explained, slowly choosing her words. “We’re still low key at the office because the rumors there are insane and she’s already sleeping with a few people since she’s been single., if you believe them.” Maya laughed without humor. “They clearly don’t know Ginny too well.”

  “Does she know herself? Is this what she wants or is it just a rebound for her?” Brie asked the question carefully, never having seen her sister so happy with someone before.

  “No, it’s not that for her.” Maya sipped her water and swallowed the lump in her throat as she took a breath. “There’s something I didn’t tell you. Ginny is my first person since Brent that I’ve had sex with.” She felt embarrassed to her core talking about this with even Brie, but Maya knew that it would explain a lot.

  “That’s like…two years or something.” Brie did the math in her head as Maya nodded. “Nobody else?”

  “He forced himself on me one night at the end of us. I wasn’t feeling it and he’d been drinking, and it got pretty ugly and I just gave in. I never did it again with anyone else, much less him. I was relieved when he ended it a couple weeks later.” Maya finally confessed, watching Brie’s eyes brighten with rage.

  “You didn’t tell me this? I’d have killed him for you!” Maya put her hand on her sister’s arm so she’d quiet down and not wake up Gillian, who was on her chair. “What the fuck was he thinking?”

  “I probably could’ve done more on my end as well but at the time, I just wanted it done. I just wanted to heal the way I thought seemed right. I never thought in a million years that a person like Ginny would be the one to make me want to be better, but she was.” Maya had explained her attraction to women before without going into detail about why she’d never acted on it and understanding showed all over Brie’s face at that moment.

  “Ohhhhh, now I get it. You were dealing with asshole.” Brie said softly as Maya checked on Gillian again with worried eyes. “Was it scary with her?”

  “No, I felt so safe and loved. It was beautiful and it’s gotten better.” Maya admitted, blushing deeply as Brie smiled at her.

  “I’d like to meet her and her daughter. Let’s have them over for dinner sometime.” Brie suggested as Maya smiled widely. She’d wanted this for so long. Brie was the perfect first meeting, though there really wasn’t anyone else in her family to meet anyway.

  They had them over the following weekend for an outdoor barbecue so the kids could swim in Brie’s pool in the backyard, with everyone hitting it off immediately. The next time, everyone was invited to Ginny’s house and small play dates were slipped in here and there in between the dinners.

  The women still kept quiet at work about their relationship, but hung out a bit more there since Maya had been there for a year coming up in a month. She had a lot of friends there and what would it hurt for Ginny to be one of them? That was all they were to Riley and Gillian as well, so that Riley could deal with the divorce without any other issues for the time being.

  The evening that Maya learned that she’d be replacing one of the other supervisors changed everything for them. They’d been together for a year and four months and Ginny cooked dinner for Maya to celebrate since Riley was with her father. They ended up in bed afterward, Riley looking down at Ginny as she straddled her face and moved with her tongue. She came with a soft cry of Ginny’s name before toppling beside her, smiling as she pulled her closely to her. “I love you, Maya.” Ginny told her, stroking her hair back gently as Maya looked at her.

  “I love you.” Maya replied, loving the words in the air. They’d first said it about six months into their relationship but it never got old with either of them.

  “Once they announce your promotion tomorrow, we can slowly just end up together. I’m sure someone will do the math but you’re not off limits anymore.” Ginny told her, both of them grinning widely. “Though we should keep it friendly for the company.” She kissed Maya and stared into her eyes in the dim light of the lamp. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

  “Thank you.” Maya replied, knowing how broad the term was. She’d told Ginny everything about Brent and the time after him, reminding her daily of how much Maya wanted to live life when she was with her.

  Maya stood in the conference room as her promotion was announced, dressed in her gray and purple maxi dress as she blushed at the applause. She glanced up when she heard a familiar voice, moving across the room to hug Brandon as he stepped into the room. He had moved to another company a while back to run it, doing a great job. “Brandon! You came.”

  “Wouldn’t miss it.” Brandon whispered to her, asking her how her love life was as she chuckled. He knew about Ginny and being that they’d gotten so close, Maya trusted him with it.

  “Great.” Maya whispered back, stepping away from him as she let her eyes survey the room. Ginny stood with the head supervisor, her hair in a longer bob now dancing around her shoulders. She was wearing a paisley wrap dress
that they’d picked out together, looking gorgeous and a bit more relaxed than before. Maya watched her until Ginny glanced her way, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a warm smile.

  Maya couldn’t wait for the future.

  Accidentaly Yours

  Charisma looked at her friend and roommate and couldn’t believe that she was living with a girl that was this open with her sexuality. She was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans with no top. She was hanging one leg over the couch, while the other was spread and showing a dampness that came from an oversexed libido. “I think that you should probably put something on. What if we were to get visitors? I would be embarrassed and I don’t think that I would be able to show myself in public again.”

  Tonya looked up and saw Charisma, as a very repressed young woman that had never experienced life the way that it was supposed to be. “You need to live a little. It’s more than likely that you need to get laid. You have a stick up your ass and I don’t mean in a good way. Get over yourself. I’m comfortable. If you don’t want to see it, then you don’t have to look.” She was a true musician that starved for her art. Her creative genius came from the inspiration of a nubile creature that she couldn’t get off of her mind.

  “I’m perfectly happy the way that I am. I don’t need to get laid. Who says something like that to their roommate? I would think that a little private space might be a good thing.” Charisma saw this purple haired freak, as someone that didn’t know any boundaries. She had no filter and would say anything that was on her mind without worrying about the consequences.

  “I don’t know what your problem is. You are a very beautiful woman. That boy friend of yours doesn’t treat you the way that you should be treated. I think that you’re scared that you are going to do something that is out of character. The day that you finally do something that’s out of your comfort zone is the day that I’m going to applaud.” She got up and stepped up to Charisma. Tonya looked up and down her diminutive 5’3 frame and believed that she could break her will and spirit. “You have everything going for you. You take my breath away every time that I see you sleeping in the nude.” She could see the look of shock on Charisma’s face and decided that she wasn’t going to pull any punches. “I’ve watched you for some time and I’ve been tempted to pin you down and have my way with you.”

  “I can’t believe that you are saying this to me. I don’t need for you to watch me sleep and I think that might be the creepiest thing that I have ever heard in my life. I’m not sure if this is working out anymore and maybe you should move out.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Charisma. You need me and I’m not just talking for the rent. You need me to find the real woman underneath. You can be more than this straight laced blond bitch. You have the kind of body that I would be happy to make my wonderland. I would spend days between your legs, licking that sweet little slit of yours, until you can’t scream anymore. You dress like a fucking nun and you really should try and do something about your attire.” Her naked breasts were pressed up into the C cups of Charisma. Their nipples were actually touching each other.

  “You’re making me very uncomfortable.” She knew that she was trapped in a world that she couldn’t get free of. She felt the heat of this Amazon pressing her up against the wall. She tried to move, but her obvious weight advantage kept her exactly where she was. “I have to get ready for my date with Jack. He sent me a message a little while ago and told me that he wanted to talk to me. I think that he’s going to ask me to marry him.” She swallowed hard and the way that Tonya was licking her lips had her legs to trembling with a need that she never thought was even there before.

  “I would say congratulations, but I wouldn’t mean a damn word of it. You need more than what he can give you and the sooner that you realize that, the sooner that we can stop playing this game. You are sexy as hell and I think that once we get you out of this virginal dress you might see what kind of woman you really are. I suspect the once you get a taste, there’ll be nothing and nobody that can stand in your way of getting more of the same.” She moved slightly to graze her nipples against hers through the fabric of that silly flowery dress and a bra that was standing in Tonya’s way of really making her feel something.

  “I’m trying to be cordial, but you are really making it difficult.” This time, she found a way to duck out from underneath her, only to hear her laugh. “You’re fucking crazy. Pardon my French.” She raced into her room, closing the door and lying back against the frame with her hand up to her beating heart. Her pulse was racing. She began to think of these whirlwind of images that really wasn’t conducive for her catholic upbringing.

  She didn’t even get this feeling from Jack. It had to be that she was coming down with something. She was going to have to nip that in the bud with a remedy that she had gotten from her mother. She was an only child. Her parents sheltered her from the real world. She wanted to be more than just a secretary for a law firm that really didn’t appreciate her real talents. She sometimes felt like a stranger in her own home. All of these things were weighing heavily on her shoulders.

  She soon heard the door slamming shut and knew that Tonya was on her way to another gig. Their band ‘Rock Goddess’ had a cult following. She had heard a couple of their songs. Tonya was the lead singer and her voice was like it was speaking directly to her. The melody that came from her mouth caused her to lie in the dark and wonder about the possibilities. She would never do something like that. She convinced herself that it was dirty and even thinking about it should have her mouth washed out with soap.

  Charisma looked around and she could see that the woman that was living in this room had never gotten out of the past. This was the same bedroom that she had when she was growing up under the strict tutelage of her parents. She was home schooled and never really had a chance to immerse yourself into friendships that would mold her into the woman that she was supposed to be. She had been taught from an early age that sex was meant for those that had wedding rings on their fingers and a commitment in their heart to the lord.

  Charisma had to admit to herself that she was anxious to get it over with. She had heard horror stories and she was hoping that Jack might be the one that would finally show her what all the fuss was about. They had already done a few things and tasting him on the edge of her tongue was not something that she wanted to do again. She told him that she didn’t want to go all the way, but he was pressuring her to take that next step in their relationship.

  She walked down the hall and saw that Tonya’s door was open. She stopped and took a peek at a woman that had no real organizational skills. Her clothes were everywhere and that discarded pair of soiled panties on the floor at her feet were drawing her to it like a moth to a flame. With her heart in her mouth, she reached down and touched the center. It was warm. She pulled her hand back like somebody had burned her on top of the stove. She stared at the material mesmerized, taking in every little detail of the thrill seeking black see through garment. She imagined it hugging Tonya’s hips and the way that her pussy would be pressed up against it all day long.

  She picked it up and moved it into the light. She brought it down closer, until she could actually smell the scent of the woman. She closed her eyes and reveled in that smell like some kind of aphrodisiac. She was smiling and then she realized that what she was doing was wrong. She threw it out of her hand and it landed on Tonya’s bed. She backed away, thinking that it was disgusting, but inside deep down she was excited beyond words.

  She left the apartment, thinking that a new chapter was about to begin. Life was about changes and this man was about to become her future husband to be.

  Tonya had come home and had the lipstick of one very sultry redhead on her mouth. She was one of those groupies that had found her after the set was done on stage. They made out like crazy in the bathroom, pulling each other’s hair and moaning into each other’s mouths. She actually stuck her hand down into this woman’s jeans and found her bald and na
ked mound waiting for the insertion of her finger. She brought the girl off with her crying out in orgasmic glee for everybody to hear.

  She stuck that finger into this girl’s mouth and made her taste the product of her own lust. They probably would have done a whole lot more, but they were interrupted by her irate boyfriend. He actually took a swing at her and got a kick in the nuts for his troubles. The girl came to the guy’s rescue. Tonya knew that things were not going to progress any further than what they had already done. She was to hot to trot and the pickings at this time of night were slim. She had left the club alone.

  Her skin was still tingling from the kiss and her body was supercharged with no available body to take out that pent up sexual frustration on. She went into her room and she saw the black lace panties on her bed. She didn’t think that they were there before and that could only mean that Charisma had touched something very delicate and intimate of hers. It made her smile with evil intentions.

  All of her thoughts settled on the fact that Charisma had handled her panties. She would’ve thought that the girl was only trying to pick up after her, but that was the only thing that seemed out of place. She was going to have to confront her. She was wearing her customary leather pants. The heat of being onstage and that girl turning her on made her into a sexual animal.

  She heard the door slam shut and then saw a blur race by her in the hallway. “I don’t… want to…talk about it.”

  Charisma raced into her room slamming the door and sitting on her bed with her hands up against her face. Jack didn’t want to propose. He wanted to level an ultimatum. He told her that she needed to give it up, or he was going to find somebody that was more than willing. He told her that he didn’t want to hurt her, but he had needs that she had not met.