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TAYLOR

Taylor

T aylor made his way back to pick up his bags. Looking out the window, he saw the snow had started to blanket everything. Driving up to what Coach had called a cabin, Taylor was surprised to find it was a fairly large vacation home. The snow covered the ground and the warm glow from the big bay window was inviting.

He hadn’t meant to intrude on Alice, but he had thought about her all too often after their dance at the gala.

He had actually bought the art class she was talking about that night. He took his new little sister, since she enjoyed art, and while he was there, he’d given a rather large donation to the organization. Most of that was because of Alice, as he had hoped to see her there, but no luck.

He had never expected to bump into her like this. If it weren’t for the snow, he would have left because he had feelings he should not have for his coach’s daughter. When he was around her, he felt almost electric, and when they had bumped into each other in the kitchen, it was palpable. How was he supposed to sit next to her in this romantic little cabin? This was not good... Well, maybe it was too good.

After dropping his stuff in a room and got pajamas and his toiletry bag, he headed into the bathroom.

He rested his hands on the counter and dropped his head. He took three deep breaths, trying to find his calm. This is better than Disney , he reminded himself. It may not be the solitude he was expecting, but it was okay.

When they’d met at the gala, he was instantly attracted to her. There is just something about her. Although he loved her colorful hair, that night, it was a little understated. Her hair was in soft blonde curls, but she must have had a bottom layer dyed purple because, on the dance floor, flashes of purple kept poking out. Those hints of purple made him smile. The deep cut of her dress when she was dancing didn’t make him smile, but it did make him feel something.

No, watching a Christmas movie in a quiet cabin with Alice Wagner would not be a hardship at all.

He turned on the water and stripped off his clothes. Something about airports always left him feeling dirty. Everything just felt like it had been used and touched by a million different people. The longer he was at an airport, the more he felt that same way. He stepped into the shower, and the steamy hot water poured over him. He could feel the grime washing away as he got out his bodywash. He was trying to ignore the half hard-on he had at the thought of a night with Alice Wagner, the off-limits coach’s daughter.

But as he turned to let the water run down his back, that half hard-on turned into a raging one at the sight of a dildo. He picked it up to examine it but couldn’t seem to help himself. It appeared to be a rainbow-colored unicorn horn. The idea of Alice using this in the shower had his cock painfully hard.

He decided to do what needed to be done if he was going to sit by her on the couch and not put moves on her. When he finished washing his body, he squeezed his hard cock, letting his mind wander to Alice using that dildo.

This would take a shockingly short amount of time. He pictured Alice rubbing it between her legs. Maybe she put her leg on the bench in the shower and thrust it deep inside of her. Maybe while doing that, her other hand was pinching the nipple of her perfectly round breast. Maybe the water would be pouring down her body and down her rainbow-colored hair.

At that thought, a small groan left his throat as he pumped his release all over the unicorn dildo. He hadn’t meant to do that, but at the sight of his cum covering her toy, he knew he was in trouble. He cleaned it off before putting it back. So much trouble.

He got out of the shower and tried to collect himself. After he dried off, he put on his pajamas, brushed his teeth, and ran a comb through his dark hair. Looking at himself in the mirror, he took one more deep breath and blew it out.

They would watch a movie, then he would be out of here tomorrow. No harm done.

As he left the bathroom, the smell of popcorn drifted up the stairs. A landing offered a view of the big windows of the cabin. It was dark, but the snow was piling up around the windowsills.

His gaze then fell to the living room below. Sitting on the couch next to a big bowl of popcorn was Alice.

Her feet were tucked up underneath her, and she was curled up with a small soft pink-and-purple blanket. From up here, he could look down her tank top, but he wouldn’t. Well, not for long, at least. But as his eyes took in her body, they continued up to her face, up to her full soft lips pulled into a big smile, then to her bright eyes fixed right on his.

And his fucking heart skipped a beat. He was in so much trouble.