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Then he began to pump, exiting, and entering me. He began to get rough, and I liked it. With every thrust, he came in a little harder. I wrapped my hands around his neck so that I wouldn’t fly away. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled himself into me as far as he could.

My body ached with passion, and sensations I’d never felt before were flooding me from my head to my fingertips. I started feeling all tingly while he continued his onslaught of passionate thrusting.

I felt it small at first, and then it became a cascading wave of sensation. My body tensed and my toes curled. He wasn’t far behind; I could feel his body tighten, pulling me in for one final thrust before releasing himself inside.

When my orgasm finally stopped, I realized I hadn’t taken a breath in more than a minute and felt incredibly winded. He pulled himself out, slowly.

“Looks like we’ll need to practice if we’re going to make the playoffs,” I said, jokingly.

“Which one of us is the coach,” he asked.

“I’ll take your tips anytime,” I said.

He rolled his eyes and fell atop me for another kiss. We didn’t leave our little perch until the sun started peaking over the horizon. My body was sore and bruised and satisfied.



6.

I wanted to see him almost immediately after he dropped me off at my house. I wanted to go home with him and forget I was a student. I wanted to forget that he was more than ten years older than I was, but all these things kept wracking my head with guilt.

I didn’t want to get him fired for sleeping with a student, which was a possibility if anyone found out.

The day passed by miserably, I stared at my phone wishing that he’d call me with the number I had left with him. He didn’t call.

When I woke up the next morning I did my best to stay casual but I couldn’t, I needed to see him again.

There was a good chance he would be back at the practice field with the team, so that would be the best place to start.

I put on some of my new clothes and rushed out the front door. When I got out there, I saw his car already parked on the street corner, with him waiting inside.

I happily danced my way to the passenger side.

“Sandy, we can’t do this,” he said.

I was shocked to hear the words; I had wanted to spend another afternoon together.

“Why,” I questioned.

“Because I’m a teacher, and you’re a student. I can’t be more than that. Please understand.”

“I can’t understand why you would want to turn away something that feels so right,” I said.

He looked at me and let out another long drawn out sigh.

“You know, you really are the right person at the wrong time,” he said.

I could feel myself welling up with tears as he said it. I leaned into the passenger door and pried it open.

“I’ll be watching the game from the stands, make sure it’s a winner,” I said, slamming the door shut with a squeak.

He smiled, and that was all.

I spent the rest of the day trying in vain to study. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything had happened. My mind raced uncontrollably, wondering what I could do to keep this from ending for real. There had to be something that would let me be close to the person that I liked, without getting him fired in the process.

It occurred to me that the age difference was a little more than I would have liked. With age comes experience, though, and I would have liked to take advantage of his experience.

I pictured the kiss we shared before parting ways the other day. It was like a dream.

When studying didn’t work out, I decided to try spending some time with Jennie. Thankfully she was unavailable; I couldn’t imagine trying to share my experience with Jeff. I’m sure she would have just laughed it off as some kind of drama that I was trying to stir up.

So, I found myself lying in bed the remainder of the day, remembering every little caress and sensation I felt during our night of passion.

I awoke the next morning in odd sorts. The depression of knowing that something so wonderful was coming to an end before it even began, weighed heavily in my heart. I met up with Jennie for a tailgate party before the game.

I’m normally the one preaching sobriety but was feeling much the opposite. I drank more than my fair share. Nobody really minded, the just figured I had finally cracked myself out of my anti-social shell. Perhaps they were right. The last few days had been rather eye-opening for me, and I was beginning to discover who I had become.

I watched Jeff throughout most of the game, barely paying attention to the game. I cheered when the crowd cheered, but my brain was clogged with thought. Jennie chatted at me constantly, I just smiled and nodded. I doubt she really noticed my lack of interest.