Chapter 5 #2
We beat Northern Rivers two-nil, sending us into second position on the ladder behind Blue Haven University, who we’ll come up against at home in two weeks’ time. After shaking hands with the opposition coach, Andy pats me on the back with a wide grin as we follow the team into the locker room.
I give my final address to the team, then melt into the background as they get around each other and celebrate.
Andy gives me a knowing smirk when I sneak out the door, but I ignore it.
Let him think what he wants. He’ll never guess what I’m actually doing, and I’m not about to confide in him.
I know he won’t judge me, but until I figure out where this is going, I’m playing my cards close to my chest.
As I’m making my way across the car park, a keening moan from my left causes me to stop abruptly and spin on the spot. Only to immediately wish I hadn’t.
Dylan’s leaning against the stadium wall in a precarious position with two females from one of my third-year history classes. His tongue is buried down one girl’s throat, while his hand is down the other girl’s jean shorts as she watches them make out through hooded eyes.
What the fuck?
As I stand there like a creep, frozen to the spot, Dylan pulls away from the girl he’s kissing, placing his hand on top of her head and pushing her to her knees, and not softly. She undoes his pants with a giggle and a sultry look up at him.
Before I cop an eyeful of my son’s cock, I rush towards my car, in the opposite direction.
My heart races as I slide in behind the wheel, slamming the door behind me. I close my eyes, but the scene I just witnessed has them flying open again. My stomach churns.
Fuck.
It’s one thing to know your adult son is sexually active, but seeing it is another—especially when it’s with your students.
I might have enjoyed watching my tempting little devil touch herself, but I don’t want to see my son getting his rocks off.
And I’m not too pleased with how rough he was with them, even if they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Burying those thoughts, I throw my car in reverse and back out of the park. As I drive home, I take stock of my life—thirty-nine, divorced, having phone sex with someone my son’s age—I’m a walking advertisement for a mid-life crisis.
I need to put a stop to this ridiculous thing we’ve got going on, whatever it is.
By the time I get home, shower, and climb into bed, I’ve made my decision. I open the Euphoria app and send her a message.
@watch_me_watch_you: Are you up?
I cringe after pressing send. It sounds too much like a booty call. Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I’m about to delete it when her reply comes through.
@daring_devil: It’s 9:30pm on a Sunday night…
Clearing my throat, embarrassed that I’m so bad at this, I type out my next message.
@watch_me_watch_you: Of course. Sorry. I’m not very good at this.
@daring_devil: What exactly is this?
My dick stirs to life, and I cast him an angry glare. Seriously? I’m trying to end this, not take it further.
@watch_me_watch_you: That’s my point. What exactly are we doing here?
@daring_devil: We’re having fun.
@watch_me_watch_you: I’m too old for you.
@daring_devil: Age is just a number.
@watch_me_watch_you: My life is pretty complicated right now.
There’s a pause before her next message comes through.
@daring_devil: As long as your complication doesn’t involve a wife and kids…
I hesitate before typing.
@watch_me_watch_you: I’m recently divorced.
@daring_devil: Her loss is my gain
@watch_me_watch_you: I have a son He’s 22.
@daring_devil: Not seeing a problem, unless you want him to join. Threesomes aren’t really my style.
My stomach churns at the thought of someone else touching her.
@watch_me_watch_you: I wasn’t suggesting that. I just want to give you a chance to run away.
@daring_devil: Do you want me to run away?
Is that what I want?
Before I can overthink it, my fingers start typing before my brain can catch up.
@watch_me_watch_you: No.
@daring_devil: Do you want me to get naked for you?
Fuck! My stirring cock is now fully erect, straining against my boxer shorts.
@watch_me_watch_you: That’s not why I messaged you.
@daring_devil: That’s not what I asked. So… do you want me to?
I swallow hard, my hand moving down to cup my aching dick.
Before I can reply, a picture message comes through.
When I open it, my mouth goes dry. She’s cropped her face out to keep her anonymity, which I’m grateful for, but the angle of the photo with her legs spread wide gives me a perfect view of her glistening cunt and those gorgeous tits, the barbells like little beacons.
I want to play with them between my teeth, tugging while she screams for me.
Her next message comes through as I’m imagining all the dirty things I’d like to do to her.
@daring_devil: No video tonight. My little sisters are playing in the next room. But I want you to get me off. Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here, and I’ll send you more photos.
I groan, slipping my free hand under the elastic of my boxers and stroking my length from base to tip, my thumb swiping at the precum already leaking from her challenge.
@watch_me_watch_you: No toys, little devil. I want you coming all over your fingers.
@daring_devil: Yes, sir.
My heart skips a beat at the submissive tone of her text. She might be the more confident of us with this sort of thing, but I like knowing she’ll do what I tell her to.
@watch_me_watch you: Good girl.