Page 6 of Dirty Coach To Go

“What’s on TV?” I ask. I figure maybe we can kill some time by watching a sitcom or a horror movie. Anything that would distract Bobby and take his attention off of me.

“Who needs TV when we have each other right here to keep ourselves entertained?” he asks with a devious smirk on his face. I don’t find anything about Bobby entertaining. The boring boy couldn’t even hold a conversation with me at dinner. That’s why I was a bit surprised when he’d asked me to come back to his place. He’d seemed as bored to death on our date as I was. But then again, from the stories I’ve heard, he isn’t the type that likes to do a lot of talking on dates; he’s more the touchy feely type. You know, the type of guy who only wants one thing.

My body tenses up as he slides his hand down from my back to my butt. Every bone in my body is screamingDon’t touch me!I don’t want him anywhere near me, can’t he tell? It’s not like I’m all over him; I even scoot toward the edge of the bed. Hopefully, he will take the hint, but teenage boys only think with the head between their legs and not the head on their shoulders.

“Where are you going?” he asks as he pulls me closer again. He moves my hair to side and kisses the back of my neck. Chills run down my spine, but not the same type of chills Mason gives me. These are the kind of chills you get when you’re skeeved out. He gives me a massage with his bony hands that I honestly could have done without. I want to jet out of Bobby’s bedroom and into Coach’s arms.

The brash boy turns me around and plants a disgustingly wet kiss on my lips. He sticks his long tongue into my mouth, and I gag a little, feeling sick to my stomach. I’ve only kissed one guy in my entire life, so I’m not an expert on the subject, but I know this is not what kissing is supposed to feel like. I hate that I’m this close to the acne prone teen’s face right now. I close my eyes so I don’t have to stare directly at his oozing pimples.

I try to take my mind off of the messy make out session. I think about how great the physically fit athletic director’s butt looked in those jeans tonight. His solid body moved through the burger shack gracefully, like it commanded everything else to move out of his way. I smile as I think about my sexy softball coach, but my sudden grin gives Bobby the wrong idea. He gropes my ass, catching me by surprise. His touch changes from caressing to harsh grabbing and rubbing on my curves. I can tell he’s never touched arealwoman’s body before. He’s used to undeveloped teen bodies that have barely made it out of puberty. Macho man Mason would know how to touch me just right. And he sure wouldn’t be slobbering all over my face right now.

Bobby climbs on top of me, and his heavy panting makes it harder for me to breathe. The stench of his Texan burger pours into my nostrils. I want to stop him, but I really should be dating boys my own age instead of fantasizing about my former softball coach. I loosen up a bit. Maybe I can try to enjoy this moment with Bobby. He’s not my type, but he’s still kind of handsome, so I let his lips overpower mine.

He grabs my boobs with both of his paws; the awkward adolescent seems really into our kiss. I bite his lip as he roughly rubs my tits. He backs away momentarily but moves right back in for the kill. He slides his hand up my dress, and I practically jump out of my skin. I push his hand away, but he forces it inside the floral cloth again. He touches my dry cunt, then shoves his fingers deep inside, causing me to gasp in dismay. Typical teenage boy behavior – he doesn’t even bother to get me warmed up first. He’s revved up and ready to go, and that’s all that matters to him. An experienced man would take his time and make sure I’m just as hot for him as he is for me. I’m not the slightest bit aroused; in fact, I’m completely turned off by Bobby. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t get wet for him.

I fantasize about my super buff softball coach, and that gets my juices flowing like a river. I try to imagine that it’s his sweet lips that are pressed against mine. For a second, this works. Pretending that it’s his big muscular arms wrapped around me, I sink into Bobby’s scrawny limbs as he presses his erect cock against my leg. I’ve never been this intimate with a guy before; to be honest, I’m still a virgin. My friends tease me about holding on to my purity, but I want to lose it to someone I love and to someone who loves me. That’sdefinitelynot Bobby.

I push him off, and he stares at me with confusion in his dark gray eyes. “What are you doing?” he asks. The prom king isn’t used to girls turning him down. He’s always gotten what he wanted out of them without hesitation, which is why he’s genuinely puzzled right now. He leans in and kisses my neck with his sloppy lips.

“Bobby, stop,” I say as I push the persistent boy off of me again.

“What’s your problem, Tessa?” he asks, a bit flustered.

“I don’t want to have sex.”

“Why not?” he raises his voice, completely unconcerned about waking his parents at this point.

“Because I’m a virgin,” I respond. This is true, but it’s not the complete truth. Even if I wasn’t a virgin, I still wouldn’t want to have sex with Bobby. He grosses me out physically and mentally, which says a lot.

“So.” He leans in and kisses my neck again, sending another flow of horrifying chills down my spine. “I’ll be gentle,” he says as if that’s all I’m worried about. Like I want to lose a sacred part of me to someone who doesn’t really know me.

“Bobby, stop!” I yell, hoping to wake his parents. I try to scoot off the edge of his bed, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back into his sack.

“Stop being a bitch.” He climbs on top of me and whips out his stiff cock. The sight of it makes me freak out. Is he going to try to stick that thing inside of me? My heart pounds so hard that the sound of it drowns out my heavy breathing.

In a panic, I push Bobby with so much strength that he almost flies off of the bed. I jump up, grab my pale blue clutch, and dash out of his bedroom. I fly down the stairs like a bat out of hell, never once turning back to see if the handsy boy is behind me. I burst out of the back door of the Victorian style home, still in a state of panic. Crickets chirp as I run down what seems like a never ending street. There isn’t a single car driving along the smoothly paved road, so I run down the center where the lights shine the brightest, just in case Bobby isn’t too far behind me.

I never once stop to catch my breath as I sprint the five blocks from his house to mine. If he was behind me, I’m sure I’ve lost him by now, but I can’t chance it. Reaching the doorstep of my parents’ residence feels like sliding into home base; I’m safe. I allow my body to relax as I walk through the front door.

“You’re home late,” my father says, startling me. I didn’t realize the big burly man was sitting in his favorite recliner chair waiting up for me.

“Daddy, you scared me,” I say as my heart races. My going on dates is new to the both of us. In high school, I was always home by midnight, so it’s no wonder he’s a bit concerned that I’m strolling through the door at a quarter to one. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I couldn’t sleep, knowing you were out with that Bobby character,” he says. Bobby has a reputation around Sunnyside. Dads typically hate him because he has slept with almost all of their daughters. If my old man knew Bobby had just tried to deflower me, he’d probably fly into a fit of rage. Typically, my dad is the nicest guy ever. He isn’t a strict, overbearing papa bear that rules with an iron fist. He’s laid back and loves to make people laugh. Everyone in town knows him as the funny guy who owns the plant store that’s filled with exotic indoor trees and tropical flowers.

“Don’t worry. Nothing happened, Daddy,” I say to ease his nerves. I usually never keep secrets from him, but if I expose the whole truth, he would probably run down to Bobby’s house and ring the boy’s neck with his bare hands. I just want to forget about tonight and pretend like it never happened. Like it was just a bad dream.

My father wraps his arms around me, sending a wave of comfort through my body. No matter how old I get, my daddy’s touch will always soothe my anxiety the way it did when I was a hollering newborn. He kisses my forehead. “I love you, kid. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

I close my bedroom door behind me and sink onto the floor. Tears stream down my cheeks as the entire night flashes through my mind. I can’t believe Coach was on a date with another woman, and I can’t believe Bobby tried to sleep with me. Tonight was the worst night ever. I feel horrible on the inside, and all I want is for Coach Mason to make everything all better. He would know what to say. I wish I could be with him right now, but he’s probably still with the pretty blonde from earlier tonight. It’s not fair that I got stuck with Bobby and she got to be with the only man I’ve ever loved. While I suffered a sloppy make out session, she got to share a sweet kiss with my hunk. I wish these tears were washing away the pain, but my heart still hurts. I might have some competition, but somehow, I have to get Mason to see me as more than just his former softball athlete. I can’t settle for little boys like Bobby Frazier. I’m a woman now, and I’m ready to be with the man of my dreams, no matter what.

5

Tessa

The morning rush clears out, leaving Nicole and I alone in the bagel shop. She’s been waiting for this moment all morning. The giddy girl bounces up and down as she waits anxiously waits to hear about my dreadful date with Bobby.