Page 20 of Dirty Coach To Go

“Are you gonna take any lingerie down to the shore with you?” she asks, still stuck on the idea of someone finally popping my cherry.

“Do you think I should? I don’t really own any.” Most of my bras and panties don’t match and are covered in hearts, stars, and polka dots, which isn’t sexy at all. But I do want to throw on something that will drive Mason wild, something that will make it impossible for him to keep his hands off of me.

“Absolutely! You need something that’s going to show off every one of those curves. Something with lace and straps that he can untie.” Straps do sound exciting; it would make me feel like I’m a gift he’s opening on Christmas day.

“Where would I find something like that?” I ask.

“The mall, duh, silly. Come on,” she says as she pulls me off of my bed. “I know just the place. We’ll find you something that will make your body go va-va-voom and make you completely irresistible.”

We fly down the stairs of my parents’ domain, creating a whirlwind. My father glances up from the newspaper he’s reading. “Is everything alright, girls?” he asks with concern in his voice.

“Yes, Daddy. We’re just going to the mall,” I say.

“Okay, have fun,” he replies as his eyes shift back to the sports section.

We dash out the door and hop into Nicole’s periwinkle sedan. I’m excited to find something that accentuates my curves and hypnotizes Mason, putting him in a trance. He’s never seen me in anything lacey or strappy before, so I can’t wait for him to see me in the enticing attire. Nicole speeds down the freeway, just as eager as I am, with her pedal to the floor. The mall isn’t far from my childhood home, and both of us are anxious to rummage through the lingerie racks. She turns into the Sunnyside Shopping Center parking lot with haste, and we practically hop out of her vehicle before the car even comes to a complete stop. We rush through the double doors and enter the shopping paradise.

“This way,” she says, yanking me by my arm through the mall. We come to a stop in front of a brightly lit store with curvy mannequins dressed in lingerie. I admire one that’s wearing a lavender lace set with a matching mesh robe. It’s sexy, yet simple. Perfect for my first time dressing in lingerie.

“This one,” I say, pointing at the pretty purple set.

“I think you’ll look great in it,” she says with a gigantic smile on her face. “Come on.” The shop smells like expensive perfume when we walk inside. I head straight to the rack where the lavender set is hanging and grab my size. I’m grinning so hard that it feels like my cheeks are going to get stuck this way. Man, Mason is going to lose it when he sees me in this little number. In fact, I’m sure he’ll rip it right off of me as soon as he sees the lavender lace sensually hugging my curves.

I pay for the seductive purple outfit, and we make our way out of the mall. I’m glad Nicole is being so supportive of my relationship, even though she doesn’t know every single detail. She’s a true friend and has even managed to add her own little touch to my secret getaway. The lingerie suggestion she made just might intensify the heat between me and my alpha male this weekend as we have hot, steamy, passionate sex.

A beam of joy bursts from my body as Nicole and I walk in the warm summer sun toward her car. Her energy matches mine, and we both smile from ear to ear as we chit chat about the amazing weekend that lies ahead of me. I’m yearning for the moment I hop into Mason’s pickup truck and slam the heavy door shut. In less than a week, we’ll be on our way to the Jersey shore, just the two of us, ready to make memories that will last me a lifetime.

My heart flutters at the thought of being held in his strong, manly arms again and feeling his soft lips pressed against mine. I haven’t had many kisses in my life, but his have definitely been my favorite. I twirl one of my curly locks around my finger as I fantasize about the romantic evenings we’ll spend together walking along the sandy beach as the sun sets. My heart beats profusely, and I wonder if my gabbing bestie can hear the thudding sounds it’s making within my chest. As we sit by the water, I’ll open up and tell him everything I’ve been feeling for last three years. My love for the masculine Mason is deeper than any ocean or sea, and it floods my heart to the brim until I can no longer contain it. If I don’t pour out my feelings soon, I just might drown in them.

15

Mason

She looks beautiful as she rides in my pickup truck next to me in the passenger seat. Her perfectly polished toes dangle out of the window as she rests her head full of curls on my shoulder. The voluptuous brunette hums along to the song faintly playing on the radio. The aroma of berries and cream drifts into my nostrils as I inhale her essence. Damn, she smells delicious and completely edible; I can’t wait to devour her again. A traffic jam has packed the highway and made it damn near impossible to make it to the shore. The air conditioner in my truck cools down the hot teen, making our long car ride a little bit more bearable.

“Thanks for taking me away for the weekend. I haven’t been to a beach in forever,” Tessa says.

“Me either,” I lie. The truth is, I snuck down to my beach house after work yesterday so that I could clean and make the house presentable for her. I picked up some red and white roses from a nearby florist and sprinkled the petals throughout the house. I even bought enough groceries to last us all weekend, including a box of jelly donuts. I can’t wait for her to see the beautiful scene I set inside of the house. I have candles in every room waiting to be lit so they can release their fragrant aromas. Hopefully, she adores my display of affection. I might not look like it, but I’m actually a pretty romantic guy. I love catering to women and making them feel like they are the only woman on the planet. I want to make Tessa feel that way because in my world, she’s the only one I see.

“I can’t wait to feel the sand between my toes,” she giggles. Her cute little laugh brings a smile to my face, making me want to kiss the pink lips it emerged from. “And I’m long overdue for a tan.” I admire her porcelain skin from the corner of my eye. She doesn’t need a tan; she doesn’t need a thing. The lovely belle is stunning just the way she is.

“You’ll have plenty of time to soak up the sun. We can do whatever you want this weekend,” I say.

“You mean it?” She flashes her award winning smile, turning my heart into putty. This girl has me in the palm of her hands, and that’s exactly where I want to be. Those pools of honey that stare into my eyes will always convince me to let her have her way.

“Of course,” I say as I grab her soft hand and lock my fingers into hers. She nestles her sweet-smelling head against my huge bicep, and I kiss the top of her dome. Suddenly, the traffic jam has turned into an opportunity bask in Tessa’s glory. The slow moving cars have created a safe place where she and I can express how we feel. “I want to tell you something,” I say.

“What is it?” she asks as she sits up like she’s preparing herself for some sort of tragic news.

“Tessa,” I start off. “You mean the world to me. You’ve made me into a better man, the type of man that I want to be for you. I want to show you how special you are to me, and I plan on doing that this weekend.” A smile crosses her face, and she leans in and plants her lips onto mine. The girl’s kiss instantly gives me a boner. Shit, we’re in the middle of traffic on the highway. I try to focus on the car in front of me, hoping my cock will settle down. If I look at Tessa, I just might pull over and do her on the side of the road. I keep my hands on the steering wheel and away from her curvaceous body.

“You mean a lot to me too, Coach … I mean, Mason,” she giggles again. “I spent the last three years hoping I’d get the opportunity one day to kiss you, even if it was only once in my life. At first, I thought I was crazy for feeling this way, but it’s good to know you feel the same. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.” My beating heart pounds like a drum in my ears. What can I say? The girl has a way with words. I’m probably blushing right now, but I don’t even care. The only thing that matters is Tessa, my beautiful Tessa.

She rests her head on my bulging arm again, filling my nose with her lovely aroma. Her soft coils brush against my neck, tickling my skin. I lay my head on her fluffy curls and stare at the flooded freeway ahead of us. Being stuck in a line of cars isn’t the ideal way to spend a Friday afternoon, but as long as I’m with Tessa, I don’t really care what we’re doing.

“I love this song!” she exclaims as she springs up and turns the dial, raising the volume. The cars slowly pick up speed, and we cruise down the road. The winds flows through her curls as she sings along to the song playing on the radio. Her soulful voice sends chills down my spine, and I feel like I’ve fallen victim to her melodious vocals. I had no idea she sang like an angel; she even looks like one as her hair blows in the air. I glance back and forth between the rhythmic singer and the overpopulated highway, finding it hard to keep my eyes on the road. She notices my stare and halts her belting, leaving only the song’s original singer caroling the tune. The musician’s notes don’t hold a candle to the ones Tessa was hitting. This woman’s potential never ceases to amaze me, and I honestly believe there isn’t a thing is this world she can’t do when she puts her mind to it. She blushes, but she has absolutely no reason to feel embarrassed right now.

“Why did you stop?” I ask, hoping for an encore.