Page 5 of Dirty Coach To Go
The day she graduated was a bittersweet moment. I was happy she was going off to college and starting a new life, but my heart hurt not knowing when the next time I would see her again would be. Even miles away, my feelings never changed for the outcast with a lot of potential. She wasn’t like the other girls who pranced around Sunnyside half-dressed for attention. She could be fully clothed and still take my breath away. The mature young woman could hold a conversation better than half of the middle-age women I’ve bedded. There’s more to her than a pretty face and a phenomenal body. I’ve always known it.
“Are you ready to go, Mason?” Violet asks as she waits for me by the entrance. I nod indifferently. I wish I could stay a little longer to bask in Tessa’s beauty, but Sunnyside’s small, and I wouldn’t want talk to get around that I was checking out a former student. It looks pretty bad when the athletic director of a high school is drooling over a teenage girl, even one as mature as Tessa.
I fling open the car door for my paper thin date. She’s so skinny, she could hula hoop with a Cheerio. Don’t get me wrong – she’s beautiful. Just not my type. I prefer my women with a little more meat on their bones. Someone I can hold onto and cuddle with on a cold winter’s night. Someone like the curly-haired softball athlete.
I shouldn’t be thinking about Tessa right now. She’s way too young. I’m old enough to be the curvaceous teen’s father. I’ve never been the older guy who lusted after young girls like a sicko. My feelings for Tessa had come way out of left field. At first, I’d thought I was going crazy, always wanting to be around the bubbly beauty. Seeing her strut down the hallways of Sunnyside High drove me insane. I’d have to watch teenage boys make eyes at her while jealousy bubbled inside of me. When she joined the softball team, I could tell she had low self-esteem. I made it my mission to motivate her and help her become the best version of herself she could be. Somehow, in the midst of me inspiring her, she worked her way into my heart with those big brown puppy dog eyes.
“I really enjoyed myself tonight, Mason,” Violet whimpers as she sinks into her seat. I honestly couldn’t tell. The bony blonde barely ate anything all night. I was surprised when she ordered a grilled portobello mushroom wrapped in lettuce. I had no idea New York’s top burger joint even served that type of stuff. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that she ordered a veggie wrap at a restaurant known for its grade A beef patties. To say I was bewildered would be an understatement. Apparently, she shuns red meat. She even gave me a speech about how animals’ lives are just as important as ours and that we shouldn’t eat them. I’m the type of guy who respects everyone’s beliefs, but the last thing I want to hear while I’m chowing down on a juicy hamburger is that I’m destroying the ecosystem. She even looked at me with disdain when I tossed a couple of french fries in my mouth. Complete turn off.
“Me too,” I lie. In all honesty, I would’ve preferred to be on a date with Tessa. It’ll probably never happen, but a guy can fantasize, can’t he? The former softball player had munched on a double cheeseburger at the restaurant, not the least bit bashful about her appetite. It had turned me on watching her enjoy every bite. I love a woman who likes to eat without any shame. Violet, on the other hand, had counted every calorie she ingested tonight. I’d rolled my eyes when she asked our waiter how many calories were in the diet lemonade. She’s as skinny as a stick, so she has no reason to watch her weight. If anything, she could stand to gain at least twenty pounds. Then maybe I’d be the slightest bit attracted to her.
She rambles as we drive down the faintly lit streets of Sunnyside. It’s hard to pay attention to what she’s saying because I can’t get the alluring teenager off of my mind. Shit. She’s all I can think about. I wonder if she still likes jelly doughnuts; I used to buy her one after every game. I think the other girls could tell she was my favorite, but they had no idea I was secretly in love with her. This is wrong. I need to date women my own age, women like Violet. Sure, she doesn’t get my cock rock hard the way Tessa can, but she has a pretty face and she’s age appropriate. Tessa isn’t even old enough to buy a beer yet. She’s just a kid.
“Who’s that girl you said hi to when we first got to the restaurant?” Violet asks, disrupting my thoughts of Tessa. I’m a bit caught off guard. She hasn’t asked me about my flirtatious encounter with the brunette bombshell all evening. I clear my throat and try to respond as naturally as possible.
“She used to be on the softball team I coach at Sunnyside. She was my star player,” I say.
“That girl used to play softball?” Violet chuckles. “She doesn’t look like she could make it around the field.” She continues to laugh as I shoot her a glare. One so scornful that my beaming eyes could have drilled a hole through her.
“I like my women thick. Gives me something to hold on to at night,” I inform the cackling hyena. Her laughter abruptly ends, leaving us in a state of silence. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want her to think I’m attracted to Tessa. I mean – I am, but I don’t wantherto know that. “I think women who are comfortable in their own skin are the most beautiful women in the world, no matter what size they are.” I can see her smirking from the corner of my eye.
“That’s really sweet, Mason. You’re a true gentleman,” she says. It’s true, I am. That’s just the way I was raised. I was taught that women are to be treated with respect and that the man is supposed to protect his woman. Chivalry might be dead for some, but it’s alive and well for me.
I walk Violet to her front door. She looks deeply into my eyes as she waits for a goodnight kiss. I know what she wants, but it’s hard to kiss the petite blonde when I’m longing to lock lips with my shapely, seductive former student. I’ve been a gentleman all night; maybe she’ll think I’m just being chivalrous by not planting a wet one on her. She puckers her lips as I lean in, but I quickly wrap my arms around her tightly and bury her face in my chest. It’s the nicest way I can avoid kissing her without offending her.
“Goodnight, Mason,” she says as she walks inside of her townhouse.
“Goodnight, Violet.” I know this is the last date she and I will ever go on. She’s nice, but my heart is with someone else. Someone I can’t seem to shake.
I try my best forget about Tessa, but she’s so damn unforgettable. Her body looked scrumptious in that curve-hugging dress with her full double D breasts peeking out of the neck-plunging garb. I smack the side of my head, hoping to knock Tessa off of my brain. Fuck. I can’t fantasize about a young, eighteen-year-old girl like this, but I can’t help myself. Blood instantly flows to my dick whenever she’s around. Even the thought of her makes my cock hard, like it is right now.
I glance down at the big bulge in my jeans. Not again. This always happens whenever I imagine those wide hips and plump ass.Come on, Mason, knock it off. The poor girl hasn’t even peaked into womanhood yet.Besides, she looks at me like a mentor, someone she can look up to. She’d probably feel disgusted if she found out how attracted I am to her and that I love her as more than a former student. The girl has me in the palm of her hands, and she doesn’t even have a clue.
I sigh heavily as I drive past her tiny cul-de-sac. Whenever her parents were busy with their plant store, I would drive her home from practice. Those were the only few moments we shared alone. There were times I almost told her how I felt, but I didn’t want to scare her out of her softball uniform. She was only an innocent seventeen-year-old high school student, so I’d felt it best to keep my feelings to myself. But now, she’s legal and no longer a student at Sunnyside. The busty brunette is full grown with a sultry body to match. Could a relationship with her be possible now?
Who am I kidding? Tessa is still off limits. If anyone found out that I was dating a former student who’d graduated only a year ago, I’d lose my job as the athletic director. No one would want me within ten miles of their teenage daughter. If I so much as held the hand of the college student, they’d run me out of Sunnyside with pitchforks and torches. I’d never get a job in physical education ever again, and my tenured career would be over.
I shake my head in an attempt to shake thoughts of Tessa out of my brain. I thought I’d be ecstatic to see her, but running into the pink, pouty-lipped teen has instead made my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. I doubt I’ll sleep a wink tonight, and if I do, I’m sure Tessa will be frolicking through my dreams with those juicy double D’s. My cock is still hard as a rock, and I feel horrible for allowing myself to become aroused by my former softball player.
Tessa has me feeling lovesick, and I can’t picture myself with anyone else but her. She’s the only one my heart beats for. She might be off limits, but that won’t stop me from spending as much time as I can with her before she goes back to Manhattan. There’s no way I’ll be able to stay away from her, and honestly, I’m not even going to try. Maybe I can convince her to come to the last couple of softball games of the season. She can sit on the sidelines with me as I relish in her presence. It’s innocent enough to where no one will suspect a thing. I’ll do anything to surround myself in her essence.
4
Tessa
Iawkwardly wait in Bobby’s backyard as he makes sure the coast is clear. I don’t really want him to sneak me into his parent’s domain, but he didn’t want our date to end yet. I guess he’s having way more fun than I am. I agreed to come over because he paid for our food at Barroom Burger, but deep down, I feel like it’s way too late to hang out in Bobby’s bedroom. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea, especially when I was ready to skate away from our night out together before it had even begun.
He whistles from the back door, peeking only his over-inflated head out. His mating call makes my skin crawl. I might only be eighteen, but sneaking into a guy’s house seems so high school to me. I’d rather date a man with his own place, that way I wouldn’t have to worry about waking up his mom and dad. I reluctantly walk toward the door. I’ll hang out with Bobby for twenty minutes, and then I’ll come up with a reason why I have to head home.
His bedroom door creaks as he slowly opens it. That damn door is so loud I’m sure it will definitely wake up his parents. It wouldn’t be completely horrible if Mr. and Mrs. Frazier caught me in Bobby’s bedroom. They’d probably tell me it’s too late for a young girl to be out and then drive me home, bringing our date to an abrupt end. Unfortunately, I hear their snores echoing in their bedroom as they sleep soundly.
The football fanatic’s bedroom walls are covered in posters of his favorite all-American sports players. He also has his high school championship trophy proudly displayed on his bookshelf, which ironically lacks books. The aggressive pigskin sport is definitely his life.
“Have a seat,” he says as he plops onto his bed. He pats a vacant spot next to him as he tries to lure me in. Little does he know his bed is the last place I want to be. Still trying to be courteous, I sit down next to him.
I wish I was with Coach Mason right now. He’s all I’ve been thinking about since I saw him at Barroom Burger. I wonder if he’s in bed with the skinny blonde he was with. My blood boils as I imagine the two of them canoodling each other. I should be the one he’s holding tightly in his arms right now. I’d give anything to be with the manly man instead of this horny juvenile.
Bobby gently caresses my back. I roll my eyes as he touches me with his scrawny hands. How those little hands can catch a football is beyond me. Mason’s hands are big and strong. They’re the kind that you want to have grab you and never let you go. Bobby pulls me closer to him, and his steamy breath blows on the back of my arm. He twirls one of my curls around his finger. The act would’ve been sweet if he were actually someone I was interested in dating. But as I stare at the aggressive pimples scattered across his face and neck, I swallow hard to keep myself from barfing up the double patty melt I just ate less than an hour ago. Everything about Bobby grosses me out. I can’t understand what Nicole finds so attractive about him. He’s an arrogant asshole with acne seeping from his neck. I glance at my watch. Ten minutes down, ten minutes to go.