Page 3 of Dirty Coach To Go

“Sure,” I say reluctantly.

“Cool,” Bobby responds as Nicole hands him his bagel. “See you then.”

“See ya,” I say as I watch the tall teenage boy make his exit.

“Bye, Bobby!” Nicole interjects just before the door slams behind him. “Oh my gosh! Bobby Frazier just asked you out on a date!” If only I were half as excited as she is. To be honest, I’m dreading the time alone with Bobby. I hope he doesn’t try to kiss me, or worse, try to make a move. The thought of those paws touching my skin makes me shudder.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to start my summer off this way,” I mumble.

“I know. Isn’t it great?! You’ve only been back a couple of days, and you’re already dating the hottest guy in Sunnyside. This is going to be the best summer ever!”

“Yeah,” I laugh tonelessly. “So, anything big happening this summer?” I attempt to change the subject, hoping we can forget about boastful Bobby for right now.

“My parents are throwing a huge barbecue this weekend. The whole town is coming, includingBobby,” she says with a Cheshire cat smile. Great, it looks like I won’t be able to escape him all summer. Just my luck.

“Cool,” I say indifferently. I know Nicole is trying to be helpful by pushing me toward Bobby, but I’m not the slightest bit interested in him. I’d never go for such a show-off. It’s not manly to boast like that. Real men know themselves, and have no need to act like braggarts. But it’s to be expected because he’s not a man; he’s still a teenage boy. He’s an immature kid, and that’s that.

I stare at the glass entrance, wishing Coach Mason would walk through the door. His face is the only one I want to see, and hearing his bass voice would send chills down my spine right now. I know it’s silly to fantasize about Coach, but he’s the only one who makes my heart throb. This is more than a crush; I’m head over heels in love with him. I have to see my former coach before the summer ends because my body craves him. I don’t think I can make it another year without feeling his warm touch on my skin. Even if it’s only a pat on my shoulder, or a friendly hug, my form hungers for him … and I hope he hungers for me as well.

2

Tessa

Barroom Burger is a staple in Sunnyside. Residents from neighboring towns travel to our small suburb just for the juicy patties that sizzle so nicely on the grill. Its craft burgers have made it one of the top places to eat in New York. When I was in high school, my best girlfriends and I used to always come here after a football game. Most of them would be too shy to indulge in the tender medium rare beef patties, but I couldn’t resist ordering their famous double patty melt with a side of crinkle-cut fries.

That double patty melt is the only thing I’m looking forward to tonight. I agreed to meet Bobby at Barroom Burger because I knew that it would be crowded, as usual, and I haven’t had one of their hamburgers since I went away for college. Hopefully, he’ll be so busy stuffing his face that he won’t have time to run his mouth. The last thing I want is to spend the next hour and a half listening to an immature teenage boy go on and on about his college football career.

Couples are scattered throughout the burger joint enjoying craft sandwiches topped with applewood smoked bacon, creamy mushrooms, and gooey mozzarella cheese. A whiff of the combined scents drifts into my nostrils. My rumbling tummy urges me to check the time on my watch. Lo and behold, Bobby is twenty minutes late. What kind of guy asks a girl out on a date and then doesn’t show up on time?! I thought for sure I would be the one late; after all, I’m the girl, and I have a lot more primping to do.

Fortunately, Nicole offered to come over and help me get ready for my date with Bobby. If she hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t be half as dolled up as I am right now because I prefer more of a natural look. I’ve never been into the name brand makeup products my friends spent their entire allowance on. A soft pink lipstick and a little mascara is all I’m used to wearing, but Nicole painted my eyelids with a navy blue glittery eyeshadow and brushed my cheeks with a scarlet blush. She’d given my eyelids wings with her jet black liquid eyeliner, saying something about them helping me fly high on my date with the former captain of our high school football team. I feel uncomfortable with the many different colors swirling around on my face, and frankly, feel a bit like a clown.

I glance at the maroon-colored polish she slathered on my fingernails. The venomous color reminds me of blood, and I absolutely can’t wait to take it off when I get home. I ball my hands up and place them in my lap. At least I feel comfortable in my favorite floral dress; it shows off all of my curves without being tight to the point that I can’t breathe. It’s the perfect dress to wear when you want to devour a double cheeseburger.

My stomach rumbles again, and I check the time once more. Bobby’s thirty minutes late now. Maybe he won’t show. If he doesn’t, that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I could just grab my meal to go, then go home and change into a T-shirt and some sweatpants. That idea actually sounds way better than being on a date with Bobby.

I stare at the entrance, contemplating whether or not I should be courteous enough to wait another ten minutes for the tardy teen. Although my mind screams, “Get the hell out of Dodge,” something in my heart tells me to wait. I listen to the latter. The bell hanging from the top of the heavy door tinkles as a gust of wind flows into the crowded restaurant. For a second, I think it’s Bobby finally deciding to show up for our date. But it’s not. Instead, my heart stops for a few seconds as a familiar figure strolls through the door with the physique of a gladiator prepared to slay his opponent.

I want to rub my eyes to make sure I’m seeing correctly, but if I do, I’ll end up smearing the glittery eyeshadow Nicole decorated my eyelids with. The stance of his masculine body sends tingles throughout mine. It’shim. Coach Mason. I can’t believe he’s right here in front of me. His piercing blue eyes scour the restaurant, eventually locking onto mine. Juices flow from my cunt as I stare into the eyes of the one man who owns my heart. It’s been a whole year, but the softball coach still gets my pussy wet without having to lay a finger on me.

He looks just as surprised to see me as I am to see him. He flashes his pearly white smile, sending a wave of delicious chills down my spine. Gosh, this man is irresistible. I try to keep my cool as he strolls over to my table, but on the inside, I’m freaking out like any teenage girl does when her crush is approaching her. Now, I feel kind of embarrassed by the amount of makeup plastered on my face. Coach Mason has never seen me with a drop of foundation on, and he’sdefinitelynever seen me in a dress. Part of the reason I chose to play softball was because we got to wear a lot of clothing as opposed to the skimpy shorts the volleyball girls put on. With curves like mine, I used to prefer to cover them up in high school, but being away at college has taught me to embrace my figure.

I straighten in my chair as the dreamboat moves in closer to my table. I run my fingers through my curls, hoping to God they’re not frizzy. Oh god, oh god, is this really happening? It seems almost like Coach is moving in slow motion as he approaches, and my body softens even more. I swallow hard as I stare at his broad shoulders and solid pecs; he’s in impeccable shape, as always. His rock hard physique probably has the strength of ten teenage boys. How a man can be this gorgeous is beyond me.

“Hey Tessa,” he says casually, throwing me that charming grin.

“Hi Coach Mason!” I chirp with a wide smile spread across my face. Oh my gosh! I can’t believe he’s standing right in front of me! The last time I saw him was the night he chaperoned when Sunnyside High threw the seniors a graduation party. I remember hugging him tightly at the end of the soiree as tears streamed down my cheeks. No one thought anything of it; I guess they’d figured it was just an athlete saying her goodbyes to her old life. In reality, I was devastated to be leavinghimin particular.

“It’s so great to see you. You look beautiful,” Coach growls, his blue eyes trailing over my figure. My heart races as I blush hotly.

“Thank you,” I say with rosy red cheeks. Perhaps Nicole’s makeup tricks paid off. After all, Coach doesn’t take his ice blue eyes off of me for a second, making me feel like there aren’t any other women in the hamburger establishment.

“How was your first year in college?”

“A little tough, but I made it through.”

“Of course you did.” He places a warm hand on my back, sending tingles through my veins. “There’s nothing you can’t do, Tessa. I’ve always told you that. No one can stop you, but you.” Hedidalways told me that. Whenever I’d felt like giving up on anything, Coach would push me further. He never let me quit, and he encouraged me to try new things, even when they scared me. He taught me how to be comfortable with myself and how to go after the things I want, and for that, I’ll forever be grateful.

“You always know what to say, Coach. Thanks so much.” My heart is full, and my head is spinning. I’m so giddy that I almost feel drunk. If I were standing, I’d probably fall down. How does he weave this magic?