Page 19 of Dirty Coach To Go

“Goodbye,” I whisper softly.

“Goodbye,” he says as he releases me from his stronghold. I stare at the spot on his desk where we nearly burned a hole through the cherry wood and smile to myself. Every time he tries to get any work done, he’ll remember this day. That thought alone makes my body hot all over again. There are a few more things I’d like to try with him, but I’ll save them for this weekend.

I wrap my hand around the smooth doorknob and glance back at my handsome gladiator one last time. His tall stature and broad shoulders make the warrior look like he’s ready to seize and conquer my body all over again. I have to leave now before he hoists me into the air and pens me against the wall covered in softball photos.

I close the door behind me and scurry down the hall. I can’t let any of my former teammates see me leaving Mason’s office, not while it’s currently doused in the aroma of sex. I finally repaid the gentle giant for everything he’s done for me. His cock jerked as if the thick veiny muscle was having a spasm and the only relief for his pain was my moist mouth. My lips alone made the macho man moan as I satisfied his every need. He knows now how thankful I am and that I’m willing to do anything to please him.

As I bust through the double doors of Sunnyside, I feel free. For so long, my feelings for Mason were trapped deep inside of me, causing me to feel like a prisoner in a dark dungeon. Being chained to my secret and not knowing if the way I felt was one-sided has driven me crazy for the past three years. I roamed the high school hallways, hoping Mason would drop a hint that he cared about me as more than just a student, that there really was something that linked us besides softball. Sparks have been flying between us since the moment we met, and now, every question that ever ran through my teenage mind about him has been answered.

14

Tessa

“Oh my gosh! You have to tell meeverything!” my best friend chirps as she flops onto my bed. Her eyes are just as wide as her smile, and she looks like she can hardly contain herself.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I say softly, but the girl knows me like the back of her hand. She squints her bright blue eyes, but a beam of light still makes its way through those slits, reminding me of the flashlights that TV detectives shine on their suspects when they’re interrogating them. She draws her head back as if she’s got it, but even a private investigator could never guess I’ve been secretly sleeping with Sunnyside’s athletic director. If anything, she probably thinks I’m sneaking around with that pimply Bobby Frazier.

“Something is up with you, Tess. I just know it,” she says with her cocked to the side as she observes my every move. “Your skin is glowing brighter than the sun, and you’re even walking differently. What’s his name?” Crap. How can she tell just by looking at me that I’m lost in a deep sea of love? God, it must be written all over my face that Mason has me wrapped tightly around his finger.

“There’s no one-”

“Oh, there’s someone,” she interrupts. “But the question is who? And why are you keeping him a secret from me?” Her eyes glisten, and I see a wave of sadness fall upon her. I feel terrible about keeping my relationship with Mason a secret from her. She’s my best friend, and has been since elementary school. We’ve always shared everything with each other, so I get why she’s upset that I’m hiding something from her. The poor girl looks like her dog just died. I have to tell her something to rid her of her current sadness, but what? I sure can’t tell her the truth. I rack my brain for a bit and then blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“It’s this guy from Trinity,” I say. “You wouldn’t know him,” I quickly add. She’s never set foot on Trinity’s campus, so she has no way of confirming or denying my story. This is the safest answer I can come up with that will satisfy her need to know what’s changed about me while simultaneously protecting my secret love affair. Her eyes fill with light again as she perks up from her gloomy state. She gasps in excitement, appearing pleased with my response.

“Oh my gosh, Tessa! What’s his name? What’s he like? Does he have any hot friends?” The inquisitive girl bombards me with questions that I don’t have any answers to, seeing as how this guy is completely made up.

“He’s um...tall. With jet black hair and ice blue eyes,” I say as I imagine Mason. “And his name is Mike.”

“Are his friends tall, blue-eyed cuties too?”

“Some of them, but most of his friends live out of state in places like Utah and Nebraska.”

“Damn, I was hoping you could hook me up. Oh well. I’m just glad you’re finally getting out there! It seems like you really like this guy.”

“I do.” Now that she thinks I’m dating someone from Trinity, I can use that as an excuse as to why I’m going away. “And his parents have a beach house down in New Jersey that he wants to take me to this weekend. Just the two of us.” She squeals like a cute little pig, and our excitement fills my bedroom like the wind in a hot air balloon. I can talk about Mason; I just can’t reveal his true identity. To Nicole, he’ll be known as Mike.

“Tessa, are you gonna do it? Are you gonna have sex?” Nicole has been anxiously waiting for someone to pop my cherry ever since she lost her virginity our sophomore year of high school. She has no idea that I held on to it for one special person, or that I was finally deflowered by that particular man a few night ago after her family’s barbeque.

“Maybe,” I say, feeling a tad bit guilty that my virginity is gone and I didn’t share the details of my special moment with my bestie. I could tell her that the magical event happened down by the shore when I come back from my beach trip. After all, I’m sure Mason and I will be having a lot of hot dirty sex near the coastline, so I’ll have a couple of stories to satisfy her insatiable need to know the details of my dating life.

“Oh, Tess, I’m so proud of you!” she says as she wraps her arms arounds me and squeezes me tightly. I’m glad I could share some of the truth with her. Nicole is the best friend anyone could ask for, so it burns me up on the inside to keep secrets from her. I don’t know how much longer I can hold this in. If she knew how long I’ve been in love with Mason, she would probably be happy for me that I finally got him. She’s never been judgmental, and I’ve always been able to count on her. I want to tell her the truth, but how? This isn’t just a crush anymore; I boned my former softball coach.

Whoa, it still feels surreal. Her ears would be wide open for every tidbit of that story, but how do I tell it? I can’t just come out and say,Hey, I had sex with Coach Masontwice. Knowing her, she’d want every naughty detail of the rough sex session that occurred in his Sunnyside office. Maybe one day I can tell her.

“Would you ever date an older guy?” I ask randomly. She thinks for a little while, seeming unsure of her answer.

“Yeah, I guess,” she says. “I went on a date with a guy in his late twenties a couple of months ago. My parents kind of freaked about that.”

“Is that why you ended things with him? Because of your parents?” I ask.

“Hmm. No, it was because he was a jerk, but I don’t think that had anything to do with his age. I didn’t really care that my parents didn’t like how old he was. I don’t think age is a big deal,” she says.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s just a number,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “Besides, sometimes a girl needs a guy who’s mature.” She’s so open about dating older guys, and I had no idea she felt this way. I feel like I can tell her the whole truth, but I don’t think that right now is the time. Mason and I still need to talk about what’s going on between us first before I can disclose any information to my girlfriend. But hearing Nicole say age doesn’t matter lets me know that she’ll be supportive of my relationship with Mason, even if the rest of Sunnyside isn’t. As long as I have her on my side, I know I’ll be alright.

“I think you’re right,” I agree.