Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She doesn’t respond, which worries me. I lift up and look at her. Hot tears streak down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I demand.
Her nose turns red as she sniffles. “All I ever wanted was to be loved.”
I press a soft kiss to her sweet lips. “And that’s what you’re going to get from here on out.”
“Coach?”
“Yeah, Emo?”
“I love you and the fact that you’re a major freak. It’s a great quality to have.” She smirks at me and my dick is already hardening back up.
I flash her a wicked grin. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even shown you my freaky side.”
Six weeks later…
“Why are you walking weird?” Olivia asks as she zips up the side of her dress.
I stop and let out a groan. “Is it that obvious?”
She laughs and her green eyes twinkle. “You look like you just got off a horse.”
“I did just get off a horse. Or…” I trail off and grin. “A horse just got me off.”
“Are we talking about bestiality or taboo coach butt sex?”
My mind flits to earlier, when Everett lubed up his massive cock and eased it into yet another part of my body that he now owns. I’d thought he was going to rip my ass apart but somehow he made me come like I had no control over my body. He certainly pulls my strings now. I’m just along for the ride. Literally.
“Something like that,” I say with a laugh.
“You two still in love?” she asks, her brows waggling. “A month and a half of secretly dating. Have either of you gotten bored yet?”
I think about all of our stolen moments during the school day. The many detention make out sessions. An occasional overnight sex fest at his house. And the few track meets where we rode together. We take every moment we can find together. It’s never enough.
“More so than ever,” I admit. “I wish we didn’t have to hide.”
“Your relationship could still get Coach fired though, right?”
“Yeah,” I say sadly.
“Hey,” she coos and hugs me. Hugs with Olivia feel like she’s trying to suffocate me with her boobs but I still feel the love. “Cheer up. Keeping your relationship a secret at school will be easy peasy. Even Caleb doesn’t know. So stop worrying. Tonight we’re going to have a blast. We had so much fun at the club last time. You’ll have even more fun now that Coach will be there with you.”
I quickly look over my reflection in her bedroom mirror. Everett is going to pick us up soon and I want to look better than good for him. My black pleated skirt is short and sassy—kind of like me. I’m wearing black combat boots and gold and burgundy Harry Potter socks that go to my knees. The tight black tank top I’m wearing normally does nothing for my boobs but the burgundy push up bra makes them seem a little larger than normal. My favorite part of the ensemble is the whistle necklace Coach gifted to me during detention today when I was on my knees under his desk showing him just how good a tongue ring feels on the underside of a cock.
“Speaking of Caleb,” I say, as I meet her gaze in the mirror. “How are things?”
She smiles but it’s fake as hell. “Great, things are great. We finally had sex.”
“Wait?” I gasp. “You had sex with your boyfriend for the first time and didn’t tell me? How was it?”
Her fingers tug at her super short dress. It’s pale pink and hugs every one of her delicious curves. I wish I had Olivia’s body. Tall, curvaceous, big-breasted. And she has the fullest lips on a girl I’ve ever seen. Her big wide green eyes seal the deal of her perfection. She’s a knockout. Caleb is lucky to have her.
“Olivia,” I urge and tug at a strand of her straightened-to-perfection hair. “Talk to me. That’s what best friends do.”
She chews on her bottom lip, a flash of guilt in her eyes. “It was terrible.”
“Like, ‘he’s a virgin but it’ll get better’ kind of terrible?” I ask with a frown.
“Like…” she trails off. “He couldn’t stay hard for me. We tried a few positions. He eventually got off by us doing it doggie style.”
It sounds weird. “Well maybe you need some practice. Did you at least get off?”
Her cheeks turn crimson. “Before I left, I slipped into the bathroom and took care of myself.”
“Oh.” I try not to wince. Sex with Everett is mind-blowing each and every time. And he always makes sure I orgasm, no matter what. I can’t even imagine how lame it must have been with Caleb. “So it was just the one time?”
“I think he’s avoiding trying again. He has no problem making out with me and fingering me whenever we’re in his car, but any time I try and push sex, he blows me off and makes excuses.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “Is there something wrong with me?”