“Oh dear,” she says, turning to face me, “I don't have any change. I must have used it all at the store.”
I don't answer. The porn star is gone. In her place stands Mrs. Robbins, wearing her sexy glasses, her breasts bulging from the top of the flimsy towel.
“Can I use my credit card?'
Now if this were real life, I would be babbling all over myself like a caveman taking English as a second language, but in my fantasies I'm always very cool.
I smile.“We don't take credit, but don't worry about it. I'll take care of it this time.” (Did I say cool? I'm fucking suave!)
Her brows furrow a little and she purses her lips into a pout, making her look even sexier. “That seems so unfair. I must give you something!”
“It's no big deal,” I reply smoothly,”we can settle up next time you order a pizza.”
“I want to settle up now.” Her voice is low and husky and her eyes burn with lust. But I'm not looking at her eyes. With a shake of her hips, the towel falls to the floor, revealing her body in all its glory. My heart races and my breath catches in my throat. Her humongous breasts swing like pendulums with each step, her nipples hard and erect. I feel a warmth spreading between my legs as my cock climbs the inside of my pants. Her juicy thighs undulate with each swing of her wide hips.
I stand rooted to the spot, seemingly powerless to move a muscle. My balls are on fire now, and my shaft is like a red hot poker, threatening to burn a hole in the front of my pants. Brenda gets on her knees in front of me and unfastens my pants. My boner surges from its prison.
“Well,” she says with an amused smile, “I must have ordered an extra-large by mistake.”
Her soft wet lips close around my throbbing manhood. I can feel her tongue moving in a circular motion, exploring the contours of my swollen tip. Her head bobs back and forth, as she takes my full length down her throat repeatedly, teasing me to the point of no return.
I can't hold out any longer. Her cheeks bulge as I explode inside her mouth, sending jets of cum down her throat. With an effort, Brenda swallows, and looks up at me smiling. A strand of my milky white fluids dangles from her lower lip.
“How did I do?”, she asks.
I want to answer, but I'm still struggling to catch my breath.
Mrs. Robbins stands up and walks over to the sofa. She leans back on it luxuriously and spreads her legs wide apart. Her pussy is wet and glistening with anticipation.
“I said, how did I do?” Her voice sounds strange, different. Like it's not Brenda Robbin's voice at all, but at the same time very familiar.
“Earth to Jason! Is there any intelligent life in there?”
“Huh?” I look up, startled.
***
I glance around, feeling a little dazed. I'm back in the gym and the voice belongs to my little sister Natalie. She's standing a few feet away from me, still wearing her basketball uniform, and looking more than a little annoyed.
“Gee Jason, couldn't you at least pretend to be paying attention?” she pouted.
I quickly cross my legs, hiding the bulge in the front of my pants.
“I was paying attention,” I protested. “I was thinking about Mom and Grandma and everything, and I guess I got a little distracted for a minute there.”
“Oh.” Natalie said, her face softening.
I know, I know, I lied. But it was better than saying: “Sorry I wasn't paying attention to your basketball practice, but I was fantasizing about getting a blowjob from Coach Robbins.” Don't judge me, okay?
I quickly changed the subject. “You looked really good out there,” I said. “Your free throws have really improved.”
“Do you really think so?” she said, her face brightening, “ I've been practicing them every day!”
Okay, now that wasn't really a lie. I was sort of paying attention before I zoned out, and hey, her free throws looked pretty good to me.
Just then a whistle blew, and Emily ran to join the other girls gathering in a circle around Mrs. Robbins. “That was a good practice, girls.” she said. “Remember, the game against the Wild Cats will be on Friday this week, not Saturday. I don't want a bunch of you forgetting like last time. Now go shower and change your clothes.” The girls ran down the hallway to the locker rooms, talking and giggling. “And no horsing around in there,” Brenda called after them, “Your parents are waiting for you!”
Parents, step parents, and other legal guardians made their way down the bleachers and took turns exchanging pleasantries with Brenda Robbins. Then they split into friendly groups and stood by the exit making small talk, leaving Mrs. Robbins alone on the court, writing on a clipboard ,and me sitting by myself, wondering what to do next.
Should I say something to Mrs. Robbins? I guess so. I mean, all the other parents did, and I'm sort of in the parent role today, aren't I? Besides, she might think I'm rude if I don't, and Mom wouldn't be too happy with me if I insulted Natalie's coach. I had no idea what to say, but I would think of something. It's just small talk, right? “Hello.” “Goodbye”. How hard could it be?
I stood up, stealing a quick glance at my crotch to make sure my boner had gone away, and started across the court. I could feel my
