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“Yeah, I guess so,” I giggle nervously. I can trust Nicole with anything, except for this. My bosom buddy would think I’m insane for crushing so hard on the Sunnyside High staff member.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find someone at my parents’ barbeque. Everyone from our class is gonna be there, so you’ll see a bunch of familiar faces,” she says. There’s only one familiar face I want to see, though. I couldn’t care less about the boys we graduated with a year ago; I only have eyes for Coach Mason.

I know I shouldn’t feel this way about him, but he helped mold me into the young woman I am. If it weren’t for him, I’d still be the shy klutz I was during my first two years of high school. I grew because of him. Because he never gave up on me. He taught me how to love myself, and in learning to love myself, I fell in love with him. I’m young, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find that with someone else.

“Maybe your mystery man will be there, too,” she says. I blush at her mention of Mason.

“I doubt it,” I say. What are the odds that my handsome former coach would show up to my best friend’s barbeque? Slim to none. Sure, everyone in town knows the muscular athletic director, but he and Nicole’s parents aren’t exactly chums. He’s more acquainted with my folks than hers.

“You never know. The whole town is invited,” she says. I’d love to get another glimpse of his perfectly chiseled face, but would he bring the blonde he shared dinner with last night with him? My stomach knots up as I imagine his godlike body roaming Nicole’s backyard with the dainty little woman on his arm. I’d burst into tears in front of everyone if I had to watch him with someone else again.

The thought of seeing Mason again sends butterflies fluttering through my stomach, but I love him too much to sit back and watch another woman throw herself all over him. I need to get him alone. I know it sounds crazy, but I have to tell him how I feel. I can’t keep my feelings on the inside anymore, not after seeing him with someone else. He has to know the truth.

6

Mason

My eyes are locked on the busty brunette. I watch from my pickup truck as Tessa giggles like a school-aged girl with her best bud Nicole. The two were inseparable in high school. Nicole had often attended Tessa’s softball games, cheering her on from the sideline. Seems like nothing has changed between them.

I had to see her again. Last night, she left me stunned by her beauty. Even without all of that makeup she had on last night, I’m still captivated by how gorgeous she is. The floral dress she wore drove me crazy with the way it accentuated every one of her curves. She doesn’t look half bad in her Bagel Bunch uniform either. I heard from a few of my softball players that she’ll be serving bagels all summer long. I’m not usually a breakfast kind of guy, but if ordering a couple of ring-shaped croutes can get me closer to Tessa, I’ll take it.

She brushes a lock of coils behind her ear, revealing her sweet face. I managed to work up the nerve to drive over here, but I’m having trouble actually going inside. Usually, I’m a ballsy guy, the kind of man that can take on any challenge. Nothing much scares me, but for some reason, the young belle has me stuck, unable to make a move. All I can do is watch her from a distance.

The innocent girl gossips with her tall, blonde best friend. I wonder if she’s telling Nicole about her date with Bobby. My blood boils as I think about the teen boy touching the once timid Tessa. Her year away at college has made her grow on the inside and the outside. She seems sure of herself now. Almost like she doesn’t need my words of encouragement anymore.

Maybe she never needed me. What was I thinking? A young woman wouldn’t want to date a guy my age. Even though I can’t stand the kid, at least Bobby is the right age for the guys she should be dating. I should never have come here. I can’t taint Tessa with my romanticized thoughts of her. She’s way too young, and I’m old enough to know better.

I place my hand on the gear shift, ready to speed away from the bagel shop. But before I do, I glance up at her beautiful face, and my heart melts. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t fight my feelings. Fuck. I should never have let my feelings for her grow this much, but it’s too late now. I’m in love with this woman.

I take a deep breath as I place my hand on the glass door plastered with bagel stickers. She’s only on the other side of this door, but to my heart, it feels like she’s a million miles away. I have to see her up close and hear her sweet voice. She’s my drug, and if I don’t get my fix, I think I’m going to lose it.

A bell rings above my head as I push the door open. The restaurant is filled with patrons, and the dining area is a bit chaotic. I file onto the end of the line, watching as Tessa maneuvers through orders without a breaking a sweat. She always knew how to handle pressure with grace. The bombshell doesn’t even notice me. I still have time to slip out without her ever detecting that I was here, but I can’t. I can’t leave without looking deep into her alluring caramel eyes.

The crowd thins out, making it easier to admire the curvaceous teen. She does a double take as she realizes I’m standing here. I stare into her warm honey eyes, unable to break my gaze. I know I’m not crazy; there are definitely sparks of electricity flowing between us right now. Can it be that Tessa has feelings for me too? She freezes where she stands, completely forgetting to hand a customer his bagel.

“Miss? Miss, my cinnamon raisin bagel?” the hungry customer asks, snapping us both back to reality. Tessa glances at the bagel in her trembling hand.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she says apologetically as she hands him his order. Her once pale cheeks now beam a crimson red. God, the girl is gorgeous. I try not to get aroused as I stare at her full breasts. In all my years of teaching, I’ve never seen a teen with her kind of body before. The high school girls I coach are all thin and undeveloped, but Tessa has the body of a woman. The kind of body I’d love to get my hands on.

With every other customer gone, I make my way to the counter. Tessa keeps her puppy dog eyes on me. I can’t seem to break out of the trance we’re locked into either. I swallow hard as I try to think of what I want to say. Sure, I could just say hi and place an order, but let’s be honest – I didn’t come here for a damn bagel. I came here for her.

“Hi, Coach Mason!” Nicole chimes as she slides in between untouchable Tessa and me. “Tessa, look! It’s your old softball coach!” she adds. She doesn’t mean any harm, and she genuinely seems excited to see me, but I wish she’d get the hell out of the way. Tessa and I made eye contact long before the bubbly teen noticed me standing here. And she’s so tall that she completely blocks Tessa, making it impossible to catch another glimpse of the beauty.

“Hi, Nicole,” I say politely. “How are you?” I generally like catching up with old students who’ve graduated, but right now, all I care about is Tessa. I wish the eager teenage girl would scoot to the side a bit so that I can stare in awe at my softball sweetheart.

“I’m good,” she says with a wide smile. “How’s the team without Tessa?” She finally moves out of the way, unveiling the curly girl behind her. Our eyes lock once again.

“The team isn’t the same without her,” I manage to blurt out. “She was my star,” I say sincerely. She still is my star, the one that lights up my world the same as the sun does the Earth. A sweet smile graces her face, and I find myself smiling too. But I shake the smile away once I remember we aren’t alone. The attractive blonde with the stilt-like legs is only a few feet away. She seems completely oblivious to the sparks that are flying between Tessa and me, which is a good thing. I can’t let it get around town that I’m making eyes at the young girl.

“The team is fine without me,” Tessa says softly. She’s so modest, it’s actually kind of sexy. She isn’t boastful. She’s just a humble hometown girl.

“No way,” the blonde chimes in. “You heard him; you were the star,” she says as she slings her arm around Tessa’s shoulders. The two share grins with one another. Tessa’s smile makes my heart beat a little faster, causing me to lose my senses. I want to grab her and hold the teen tightly as I kiss those smiling lips. She has no idea what she does to me.

How the hell is it possible that she makes the bagel uniform look so good? If I wasn’t already in the mood to eat one before, I sure am now. A bagel isn’t the only thing I have a taste for at the moment, though. If I could get Tessa alone for one minute, I would spread her open and drink every drop of her juices. The young girl probably tastes sweet, like a juicy piece of fruit. Thinking of being intimate with Tessa makes my cock a little hard. I try to drown out my filthy thoughts of my former athlete.

“What can I get for you, Coach?” Nicole asks. I wish she could get me five minutes alone with Tessa.

“I’ll take a plain bagel toasted with butter,” I say as I rub the scruffy hairs on my chin. Hopefully, neither of the teenage girls notices my slightly engorged dick. When it’s hard, it’s impossible to hide. I don’t want it to scare the inexperienced girls.