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“Why not? All of the other girls around town think he’s a dreamboat. They were falling over themselves to get to him after you left.” This is probably true. I mean, for some strange reason, girls in this town love Bobby. Yuck! Not me, though. Even before he tried to take advantage of me, I never could get past the oozing pimples on his face and neck. And Lord knows, I can’t stand his cocky personality.

“I’m just not crazy over him like everyone else is,” I say. Hopefully, she’ll take the hint and drop the idea of me ever becoming Mrs. Frazier. Just the thought of that alone makes me want to hurl.

“Fine, but it would’ve been nice to see you dating someone. You were always a shy girl, Tessa. I just want you to spread your wings a little,” she says. I totally get what she means. I was never like the other girls in Sunnyside, sneaking around to see boys. My parents never had to worry about a guy climbing through my window late at night. I even went to senior prom alone. Part of the reason was because I’ve always been shy, but truthfully, it was also because I only had eyes for one person. After a couple of beers, I let Steven Jacobs kiss me a few months ago at a college party, but other than that, I stayed far away from little boys. From the first time I saw Coach, I knew I didn’t want anyone else. I just can’t believe I finally got him! I’m jumping for joy on the inside.

My mom would never understand the idea of me being in love with Mason. She and my dad and everyone else in our community would think he took advantage of me, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. Up until an hour ago, he’d never laid a hand on me before. I had no idea he felt the same way about me. We both waited until I became an adult, so technically, we aren’t doing anything wrong. I know this deep in my heart, but my parents would totally have a heart attack if they knew the truth.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t disappoint my parents, but I won’t stop seeing Mason. How can I when I’m so deeply in love with him? People who are in love with each other should be allowed to be together, no matter what anyone else thinks.

“What if I wanted to be with someone that you and Daddy didn’t approve of?” I inquire. She curls up her top lip. Uh oh, I know what that look means. It’s the look mothers give when they’re about to tell you how to liveyourlife. It’s the same face she would make if I told her I don’t really want to be an accountant and that I’d rather open a bakery. I regret asking that question now.

“Well,” she says with her upper lip still curled. “If he treats you right and makes you happy, that’s all that matters. You have to do what makes you happy,” she says unconvincingly. I’m not sure if she really means it, though. Parents always say things like that, but they already have their minds made up about how they wantyourlife to go. Even if she doesn’t completely mean it, her words send a wave of relief through me. She’s right. I do need to do what makes me happy, and no one has ever brought me joy the way Mason does.

“Thanks, Mom,” I say.

“Is there someone? Maybe a special somebody at Trinity?” she asks. I want to tell her I’ve found the man of my dreams, but I can’t. She’s expecting me to end up with a boy my own age, not Sunnyside’s hot softball coach.

“Not yet, Mom,” I lie.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get some action around here this summer. The boys at Jane and Alex’s house were drooling over you. Your father wanted to give them a piece of his mind, but I told him to leave it alone. You’re young, but you’re a woman now, and you’ve got the body to prove it,” she says as she winks. I used to be really self-conscious about my body. I thought having curves was a bad thing, but my mom always told me that guys like curvy women and that one day I’d be glad that I wasn’t born to be a skinny twig. She’s bit curvier than me, and my dad goes crazy over her. In fact, half of the dads in Sunnyside do. My brunette mom is the very definition of a MILF.

Too bad I’m not interested in any of the boys who were drooling over me at Nicole’s, especially not Bobby. I nod indifferently, hoping my mother can’t see through my facade. I hate keeping secrets from the ones I love and care about. Maybe Mom and Dad wouldn’t totally hate the idea of me dating my former softball coach. They know he’s a good guy, and everyone in town adores and respects him. Maybe I’m overthinking this whole thing. I’m eighteen, and I’ve been away from home for a whole year. I’m definitely mature enough to be in an adult relationship.

“You’re right, Mom. I’m a woman, and I need to be with a man. Arealone,” I emphasize. I hope that if I drop enough hints, she’ll realize that my heart longs for something way deeper than what these teenage boys have to offer.

“Well, they all eventually grow up to be men, honey. You just have to give them a chance. Someone out there will step up to the plate and be the man that you need,” she says, completely missing the signs I laid out for her. She still sees me with one of the bony boys around town instead of the fully grown macho man Mason. I can’t just come out and tell her I’m in love with one of Sunnyside’s faculty members; she’d have a cow. I guess, for now, my secret will have to stay safely between Mason and me.

“You’re right, Mom,” I say in an attempt to end the conversation.

“Good,” she says, grinning. My mother is satisfied that I agree with her; that’s all that matters. Deep down inside, I don’t want to wait until the childish ways of the guys my age disappear. But I’ll tell her anything right now to get her to stop pressing the issue. “I made some chocolate chip cookies earlier. Do you want to come down to the kitchen with me to eat some?” she asks. She knows I’m a sucker for chocolate chip cookies; I always have been. I jump out of my bed without hesitation and follow her to the kitchen.

My mother places our porcelain cookie jar on the counter as I pour two tall glasses of milk. The sweet scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air. I’m reminded of how badly I want to bake my way into the hearts of Sunnyside’s residents. Mason’s words dance around in my head. He’s right; I do need to go after the things I want in life. It’s the only way I’ll ever truly be happy. The joy I feel right now from taking a chance with Mason is indescribable. It was scary but definitely well worth it. He doesn’t try to tell me what to do like my parents, or influence me like my friends. He accepts me for who I really am and wants the best for me. I’m never going to be able to find anyone else who completely gets me like him. I can’t settle for the inexperienced guys at Trinity when I finally have the man of my dreams. I bite into one of the chocolate chip cookies, feeling satisfied not only by the delicious dessert, but by the feeling of knowing that at last, Mason is mine.

11

Mason

Words blur before my eyes as I reminisce about last night with Tessa. Shit, she tasted so sweet. The juices that dripped from the innocent girl left me craving more. I’m supposed to be going over insurance policies for the football team, but all I can think about is her. I rub my eyes, but my vision is still doubled. I can’t make out a single sentence, but I can still see the voluptuous girl’s curves swaying through my mind.

A knot forms in my stomach as guilt floods my brain. I took the pure girl’s virginity; I turned my former high school student into a woman. She visited me in this very office countless times. Sitting across from me, she would twirl her cinnamon swirl curls around her dainty finger, taunting me. God, even back then she would drive me crazy and make it hard to focus. I rub my eyes, but I can’t get the image of her shapely figure out of my mind. How the hell am I supposed to get any work done?

My cock gets hard as I remember how wet her youthful cunt was. I cuff my wood with both of my hands, trying to reduce the blood flow. I’m at work, for crying out loud. I can’t sit here fantasizing about a Sunnyside alumnus when my current students could waltz into my office at any given moment. I glance up at a photo of my softball team from two years ago – Tessa’s team. Her body looks amazing in the softball uniform, but then again, her body looks amazing in anything.

As I left her house last night, I felt like I hadn’t done anything wrong, but now, remorse brews deep within me. Sure, she’s grown, but I am supposed to be like a father figure to her. Our relationship should have never gone this far, but it has, and now, I don’t know what to do. I should’ve fought my feelings, but that was damn near impossible. I’m losing my mind going back and forth about her. Half of me says to stay away from her, while the other half commands me to go after the woman I’m in love with. The inner turmoil is starting to become too much to handle. Being torn makes it hard to decide which way I want to go, but I finally make a decision.

Tessa’s sweet lips silence any thoughts of me running from my love for her. That kiss last night had sent me flying, like a sling propelling me toward her. Now I feel like I’ll never be able to fight my feelings for the girl. I wasn’t trying to lead her on, but there’s no way we can actually be together. The residents of Sunnyside would burn me at the stake. I would have to move all the way to the other side of the nation, maybe even outside of the country. I don’t regret making love to her, but I’m ashamed that I couldn’t control myself. She’s so young, and her heart is precious to me. I don’t want to do anything to hurt her.

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. Shewasa 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.