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**Lila**
Senior year was important and I was flooded with homework and assignments. As I lay on my bed, writing an essay for my literature class, my dad knocked on my door and came in.
“Do you have a few minutes, Baby Girl? I want to talk to you about something important to me.”
“Yes, sure.”, I said as I sat up in my bed to make some space for my dad.
My unshakeable dad sat there fumbling with his hands, and it was almost funny. I started grinning but tried to hide it. Since I did nothing wrong, I think I know exactly what this will be about. He cleared his throat and started talking.
“I don’t know if you noticed, because women have some kind of spidey senses about that, but I am seeing someone. Her name is Shannon.”
He looked at me and saw me grinning. “You knew?”
“Let’s just say I had a solid assumption, that this is the case. Where did you two meet?” I couldn’t see my father as an online dating app user. He is somehow old-school. And I doubt he would have managed to create a profile, that wouldn’t be awkward.
He told me they met at a game in school at the end of spring and “secretly” dated ever since. She is divorced and owns a retail shop downtown. He wanted to be sure this was something serious before he mentioned her to me.
“So Shannon and I decided to take the next step and that it would be nice if we all meet and get to know each other. I would like to invite her to your birthday dinner next Wednesday. Is that OK with you?”
“YES!” I went to hug him. “I am so happy for you, that you finally met someone special. So my remorse will be tiny, leaving you here to go to college next year. I AM SO EXCITED!” He hugged me back. “Well, that went better than I could have imagined. Shannon is thrilled to finally meet you. But today – you and me, Pizza and movie?” I nodded yes and went back to the essay.
Later that night I went to bed and thought about Shannon. When they met at a football game, then maybe she was a mother of a former student and player in my dads’ team. If it was someone who actively played, he would have mentioned it, or wouldn’t he? I have to ask him about that.
My thoughts drifted to his current players, specifically to that hazel-eyed jock-god Ryan. I felt my cheeks blush and I became fidgety. I turned off the lights and got comfortable in my bed. I started touching myself thinking about his muscular arms, which would have no trouble pinning even me against a wall. And his strong hands kneading my thick butt and small, firm titties. I massaged my breasts imagining it were his practiced hands and it felt so good. My breath hitched, as I pinched my nipples until they were almost achingly erect and sensitive. And then some more. I instantly bit my lips to prevent the little moans from escaping. I licked my fingers and caressed my over-sensitive areolas and nipples to soothe them after the somewhat harsh treatment before.
Slightly panting now, I guided one hand down in my panties, past my trimmed, soft pubes. I went down to my entrance, where they were met with slick wetness. I pushed first one, then hesitantly a second finger inside, imagining it was his finger in there instead, I started to finger-fuck myself. I traced my juice-coated fingers to my clit and started to rub it in lazy circles, slowly getting faster.
In my mind, Ryan and I had a steamy make-out session. Him sucking on my tits, holding me tight to his body where, beyond his pants, I could feel his big hard-on poking my crotch, dry-humping each other.
The fingers on my clit went faster. I could feel the warmth welling up in me. A few more rubs and naughty thoughts of him later, the great wave hit me and a little moan fled my lips. My pussy clenched down on nothing, but I saw stars nonetheless. I rode my hand until my breathing went back to a normal pace and the sweetest drowsiness of all enveloped me.
**Ryan**
Saturday, when I came home from my 5-mile run, my mom Shannon came to me excitedly. “Ryan, as you know I am seeing someone for some time now. We decided that it is time now we all have a get-together.”
“OK, wow. So, you are serious about him?”
“Yes, but there is something I have to tell you. The man I’m seeing is your Coach Connor.”
I dumbstruck stopped toweling my sweaty face and neck and turned to meet her eyes. “Are you SERIOUS?” I don’t know how to react. I can see she is taken aback. I am immediately sorry for my reaction, but I can’t help it. She looked down, but before that, I could see disappointment and hurt in her eyes.
“I am sorry, sweety, for not telling you prior. We both wanted to be sure that this isn’t just a fling. I have deep feelings for Mike and we want to take a step forward.”
Coach Connor is a decent guy, for sure.
“Mom, I AM happy for you. That just took me by surprise. Coach is a great man, who has all my respect. I heard his wife died some years ago. And he and his… daughter.”
Oh shit, he has a daughter. Lila. I see her often waiting for him and even share some classes with her. She is a rather mousy type and seems nice, too.
“Yes, he asked us to accompany them on Wednesday to the nice Italian place in town. It is Lilas’ 18th birthday. We will have dinner together and try to see how the situation evolves. Are you okay with that, Sweety?” She anxiously searched my glance.
“Of course, Mom. I can do that. If you think that Coach Connor is the real deal, then I won’t be the problem.” I grinned and took her in a bear hug.
“EWW, Sweety, you are gross and sweaty!” Yeah, then I hugged her a bit longer and laughed as she retreated at lightning speed, closing the door behind her.
The next week I saw Coach Connor at the training and it was a bit awkward. He pulled me to the side and stammered something that he was sorry for not telling me, that he dated my mom, and hoped that I am okay with him doing so. “Ryan, I have the best intentions with your mother and will always treat her with love and respect.”
I patted his shoulder and said, “It’s alright, Coach. I know you will. This arrangement is still something I have to get used to, I guess.” He nodded firmly and I think I saw a weight dropping from his chest. We went on like business as usual.
Before I went to the locker room, I heard some hollering, that instantly shut down as I entered. I saw Steve tuck away his phone quickly. “Hey, guys, what’s up? No intention on sharing?” Noone met my eyes, so I knew something was up. So, I went to Steve and he said, “We are sharing alright.” And some of the guys started to puff out in laughter.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I frowned. Steve took his phone and played the last seconds of a video that featured his mediocre dick and the face of my apparently unfaithful girlfriend Sandra moaning, sucking, and bobbing her head until he got his money shot.
Rage welled up in me. I wish I could say that I’m surprised. I was anything but. I turned around, went to my locker, and started to change.
“Hey, man. She said you aren’t a thing anymore. That you somehow fucked up and wouldn’t mind anyway.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that, man. But I mind that you share that shitty video you made of you and her.”, was the only thing I got out.
I ground my teeth together, smashed the locker closed, and ran out to the field to get some of the bullshit that I just saw out of my system.
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