5. Megan
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Megan
I had to tell Coach Dominik that I was leaving tomorrow, but I didnt know how. Every time I caught a glimpse of him from across the field, my heart skipped a beat. Just meeting his eyes made my body hot with need.
I felt so torn. I knew I had to go back to college. I had a part-time job and classes to attend to, after all. And besides, he needed to focus on his coaching duties before the finals. Maybe it was for the best, right?
My mom nudged me with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. "Hows the game going? Did I miss anything?"
"Nothing in the five minutes it took you to run to the washroom and back," I said. I hadnt even been paying attention to the game, so I hoped that was the truth. "Were winning by twenty-four points, and I doubt the other team stands a chance."
Mom nodded, her eyes glued to the game. "Well, its nice to see the team playing so well."
I took the hot drink from her and sipped it carefully. I let her drawl on and on about the team and how nice everyone was at the banquet. Thinking of the banquet just made my core get even hotter.
Dominik had shown me pleasures I had never even imagined. Hed taken me against the wall like a total beast, and Id loved every moment of it. I realized that I had never had such fulfilling encounters with any boy my age. I couldnt wait to meet him again.
I didnt even bother to hide the fact that I was staring at the Coach instead of following the game, but my mom didnt notice.
"Bulldogs! Bulldogs!" The crowd was chanting. There was less than ten minutes left in the game. We had it in the bag.
"Im gonna go warm up inside," I said.
"But - but the game," my mom said.
"Were gonna win. We both know it," I said with a laugh. "Ill meet you at the car, ok?"
My mom nodded, and I walked down the stands towards the changing rooms and offices. Id wait for Dominik there.
My stomach flipped as I waited for him. Finally, the whistle rang out, signaling the end of the game, and the crowd went wild. Bulldogs had made it to the semi-finals - to no ones surprise.
I waited patiently for the teams to move into the changing rooms, finally catching the eye of Coach Dominik.
Dominik glanced at me and pointed to his office in a way that told me that hed come to see me as soon as he could.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the changing room and met me at his office. "Megan," he said breathlessly.
"Congrats on the win," I said.
"Yeah," he said, seeming distracted.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Oh, Im perfect," He purred, moving me closer to the wall and sweeping my hair back from my face.
Dominik swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing visibly as he struggled to maintain control. I knew he wanted me again. He could try to deny it all he wanted, but his erection pressed against my belly betrayed his true intentions.
"Coach," I said shakily. "I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it?" he asked, his eyes shining with concern.
I moved into the office so we could be alone. "Im going back to university tomorrow," I said. I winced, knowing that this meant I wouldnt be able to see him anymore.
I wanted to continue my relationship with Dominik; I needed to feel his strong arms holding me, his lips kissing me, his cock pleasuring me. I was already addicted to him. The thought of not seeing him tore at my insides and I felt a lump form in my throat.
"Youre leaving so soon?" Dominik asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah... I mean," I said softly. "I cant stay here forever."
Dominik nodded, holding me close. "I understand, school needs to come first, but ... Megan," he trailed off.
"What is it?" I asked, looking up at him.
His gaze softened, and he caressed my cheek affectionately. "I wish you could stay longer," he whispered quietly. "But I understand why you need to leave."
"It doesnt mean we cant see each other when you visit, does it?" I murmured, my voice barely audible.
Dominik paused, his expression thoughtful. "I suppose we could make that work," he agreed, his voice tinged with longing. "Theres no reason why we cant enjoy ourselves together whenever youre in town."
I sighed, feeling relieved that we could continue our connection, albeit sporadically. "Id like that," I replied, my voice cracking slightly. "Its not goodbye, then."
"Never goodbye," Dominik echoed, his eyes glistening with emotion.
His tender words sent a wave of comfort through me, and I smiled up at him.
Dominik leaned down and kissed me fiercely.
His tongue slipped past my lips, seeking entrance deeper into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, entwining and exploring each other in a sensual dance. My body burned with desire, and I ached for him to touch me. I could feel his erection pressing against my belly.
"I dont want this to end," Dominik murmured against my lips. "But I understand that you must return to school. What kind of educator... what kind of coach would I be if I didnt support that?"
The thought of leaving Dominik, even temporarily, was crushing. The bond wed formed over the past few weeks was strong enough to weather the distance between us.
I stared up at the creaking ceiling fan above me. All I could do was think about Dominik.
The football season was over, but spring break seemed an eternity away. I needed to feel his hands on me again. I wanted him to make me squeal and moan and writhe until I came over and over again.
I wanted to feel his thick cock filling me up, stretching me wide, making me full and satisfied. I wanted to ride him hard and fast, feeling his massive cock pound deep inside me, filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. I wanted to suck his huge cock, swallow it whole, tasting his delicious essence. I wanted to explore his entire body, tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingers and my tongue, learning every inch of him. Hear his deep, guttural moans, his ragged breathing, and his heated whispers.
I let out a sigh and squeezed my legs together, forcing myself to ignore the heat growing between them.
I wondered if I should call him. Hed been so busy with post-season administration crap that wed barely texted. Part of me wondered if hed moved on.
My heart twinged and ached. He was an older man, after all. Was our little fling just that to him? A fling? Maybe young women like me were nothing but a fun little game. He was divorced, I knew that much, but he probably wasnt looking to settle down again, especially with a girl young enough to be his daughter.
I didnt care, though; I wanted him. I craved him like a drug addict craves their next hit. I dreamed of him, fantasized about him, and masturbated to the memory of his deliciously muscled body. I needed him.
The days dragged on with agonizing slowness. I spent most of my free time fantasizing about Dominik. The image of his powerful body, his dark, intense eyes, and his wicked smile haunted my dreams. His scent, a mix of sweat and expensive cologne, lingered in my nostrils like a ghost of our brief encounters.
One morning in February, I woke up to a ping from my phone.
Hey beautiful, you up?
It was Dominik.