Page 17 of Dirty Coach To Go

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.”

He doesn’t get it. I’m not here to thank him for being my softball coach. I’m here to thank him for being the one person who truly gets me and knows how to lift me up when I’m at my lowest.

“I do need to thank you,” I say as walk over to his desk. Gosh, I hope I don’t smell like bagels. Sure, the scent is delicious, but what girl wants to smell like dough when she’s trying to be intimate with her significant other? I sit on the corner of his desk and stare deeply into his eyes. “I’ve never had anyone in my life believe in me that way that you do. Last night proved that you’ve never stopped believing in me. You’re still encouraging me to go after the things that I want, and I graduated a year ago.” He’s silent for a bit.

“It’s because I care about you, Tessa. I want the best for you; I always have,” he finally says. I smile, knowing he means every word. His warm laugh flows from his lips. He rubs his thumb across my chin and holds it up in the air. His stocky thumb is covered in flour. It must’ve gotten on my face at the bagel shop. “Bringing your work home with you?” he jokes. I giggle as I stare at his flour-covered thumb.

“I came straight here from Bagel Bunch. I should’ve stopped by my house to fix myself up,” I say, adjusting my uniform.

“Nonsense, you look perfect right now, just like you always do,” he says as I melt all over his desk. Man, those butterflies are back and in full effect, fluttering like they’re trying to break free from my stomach. I hate the uniform that I have to wear to work because I feel like it makes my body look like an actual bagel, but Mason doesn’t seem to mind. He’s looking at me right now like I’m the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, and that’s causing my heart to nearly beat out of my chest.

How could this man be so perfect? I try to hide my smile, but he lifts my chin, making it impossible to keep my grin all to myself. His piercing blue eyes captivate me, making it impossible to look away. My pussy throbs as he stares deeply into my eyes, and I want to pounce on him right now.

“You’re just saying that,” I reply. My curls are frizzy, and just a second ago, my chin was covered in flour. Not to mention that I probably reek of yeast. I wanted to stop at home to wash away all of the bagel remnants, but I couldn’t wait any longer to see him. I mixed up orders at Bagel Bunch all day because I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Nicole thought I was sick or something, and she was right – I was lovesick. My body felt ill being away from him, so I rushed over to Sunnyside High to cure my ailment.

“I mean it. You always look beautiful to me.” He pulls me closer, sliding me across his desk toward him. Oh man, my heart is pounding, and my pussy is dripping all over his cherry wood workstation. Good thing he moved those papers out of the way or else they would be as wet as the ocean. I want him more than ever right now, but we’re at my old high school. The bell is going to ring any minute now, and students are going to flood the halls, causing a stampede. If anyone caught us here together, he’d lose his job for sure. But even with that in mind, I can’t stop myself from wanting to drop my pants down to my ankles and bend over so that he can slide his massive, pulsating cock inside of my soaking wet cunt.

He places his hand on cheek, and I nestle my face into his palm. Oh my gosh! What is he doing to me? I feel like I’m floating, but my posterior is firmly planted on his desk. My mind is racing with all kinds of naughty thoughts, and my heart feels like a balloon, so full that it’s ready to pop. His warm hand sends chills down my spine, and I shiver from his touch. God, I can’t stop staring into his eyes; it’s like they’re holding me hostage. Every hair on his head is perfect. Even his five o’clock shadow has a certain appeal to it.

“You’re so handsome,” I blurt out. He smiles, and for the first time ever, his cheeks turn a crimson red. I’ve never seen him bashful before; he usually has a hard exterior that makes him look like a tough guy or a bad boy, but somehow, my words have softened him.

“Thank you,” he says with his rosy cheeks still glowing.

“You’re welcome.” Handsome doesn’t even begin to describe how magnificent this man looks. His striking blue eyes and perfectly carved body create a puddle in my panties every time I lay eyes on him. Sometimes he doesn’t even have to be around, just the thought of him alone causes a river to flow between my legs.

“I feel so safe when I’m with you,” I admit. I’ve never felt as safe with anyone else as I do right now, which is ironic because me being here right now is risky, but he makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. I don’t know how this man does it, but he erases all of my doubts.

“I’ll always keep you safe, Tessa,” he says as he leans in for a kiss. Our lips lock, and he takes me to another world, one where there’s no one else in it but us. My heart races from his kiss and from the fear that we might get caught. The rush of adrenaline through my veins turns me on and gets me all revved up to go. His fingers run through my curls as we make out in his office. Oh man, I’m so hot right now that steam is seeping from my heated body. I know it’s probably crazy, but I want to do way more than just kiss. After all, I did come here tothankhim. He’s caught by surprise as I break away from our intense smooch.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks. The gentleman’s blue eyes have become a sea of worry. He mistakenly thinks I’m backing away because I want to stop, but I’m just getting started.

“I know you think I don’t owe you anything, but I do-”

“Tessa, no, you don’t,” he says a bit firmly. He’s humble and doesn’t understand the magnitude of his role in my life. I gently place my finger on his lips, silencing the modest man.

“I do, and I need to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” I slide the basketball shorts he’s wearing off of his muscular thighs, allowing me to see his swollen shaft through his boxers. The sight of his massive bulge makes my cunt throb. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me again, but first things first, I need to do what I came here to do.

“What are you doing?” he asks nervously, but I don’t say a word. Instead, I drop down to my knees and expose his engorged penis by removing his boxers. I’ve never done this before, but I want to do it for him because he deserves it. “Tessa, we can’t. Not here.”

It’s too late. I’ve made up my mind, and I’m not changing it. I place my hands on his inner thighs and zero in on his gigantic cock. It jerks uncontrollably as I move closer toward it. My mouth waters, ready to taste him the same way he tasted me last night. I want him to be my first for all of my sexual experiences. Last night pleased my body in ways I had no idea were possible. I couldn’t imagine ever allowing another man to touch me the way he did.

“Tessa, you don’t have to do this,” he protests. His lips say one thing, but the head between his legs is telling me another. His erect dick is pleading with me to ignore Mason’s words and to suck on it like a sweet popsicle on a hot summer day.

I choose to listen to the latter and gently suck on his inner thigh, causing him to pant heavily. The big, burly man grits his teeth as he tries to keep from making any sounds. We only have a few minutes until the school bell rings, so I have to make this pretty quick. I go over in my mind the tips that Nicole gave me earlier in the day when I asked her nonchalantly how to make a guy come just by sucking his cock. She so freely gave me pointers, completely unaware that I planned on using every tip she gave me on Coach Mason. He grips the back of my head as I kiss closer and closer to his rock hard cock. I look up into his eyes, a bit nervous. This is my first time doing this, after all.

“You can stop if you want to,” he says. I love the way he puts my needs before his, almost like he cares about me more than he cares about himself. Bobby didn’t give a damn whether or not I liked the way he was touching me, but Mason doesn’t want me to do anything I’m uncomfortable with. I can’t stop now; he deserves it for the amazing man he’s been to me. I have to do this, I have to.

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