Page 10 of Dirty Coach To Go

“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 donationImade. 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 transportation 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 thewholeteam 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 atmyTessa, 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 mother asks.

“I just slipped in the pool. I’m okay, I promise,” she continues to lie.