I step out of the shower and sure enough I spot him across the locker room standing beside my locker, with his dick in his hand. I know what he wants and I can get it done in under two minutes now because I have learned every little thing this man likes.
"Gotta be quick today, I have somewhere to be." I say as I drop my towel and reach into the locker for my clothes.
He places a hand on my arm to stop me and I turn to look at him, "somewhere to be?" He's still stroking his dick.
"Yeah, I'm having milkshakes with Adri."
"Like a date?' His head cocks to the side.
"I don't know," I shrug. I hope so.
"Have you kissed her yet?" He smiles at me.
"No," I shake my head, "not yet." I really want to though and I plan on doing it today.
"Has your father told you anything about what a woman likes or what to expect?" He asks me. My heart kicks into overdrive and all of a sudden I become nervous. I don't know any of that, what if Adri expects certain things and I just don't know them.
"No," I shake my head. "Expect what things?"
"I'll show you, if you want." He shrugs. Someone needs to show me.
"Sure." I mirror his shrug. How bad can it be?
"Rest your head back against the locker and imagine that I am Adrianna." He says.
Sure, sounds easy enough. I do as he says and lean my head back. I see Adrianna and her long brown hair that waves slightly towards the ends, her tanned golden skin, and the deep brown of her pretty eyes. She's grown a lot this year and the top of her head has finally reached my shoulders.
I stiffen as soon as I feel his hand reach and touch my lower stomach, "shhhh." He says and I relax and imagine it's Adri's soft fingers and not Coach's rough ones. His hand gradually glides lower and he touches my dick. My eyes fly open and I begin to move. He hasn't done this before, I only have to touch him and not the other way around.
"Uh, Coach?”
"Do you want to learn or not?" He asks with his hand still pressed against my privates. I do want to learn. So, I rest back against the locker and imagine Adri and her soft pink smile, her one dimple that comes out when she smiles on her left cheek and her wet tongue as it licks my dick.
Whoa!
I steal a glance and see Coach licking me and sucking me into his mouth, this is what girls like to do? Holy shit that feels really good. I have started to touch myself this year with my hands and that feels good, but this? Oh my God this is amazing. I bring up Adri in my mind and imagine it's her and she's loving having me in her mouth. With that thought, I finish quickly.
When I open my eyes again Coach is jerking off his dick in his hand and moaning, I'm feeling too relaxed to move, so I let him watch me as he does it. Finally, when he finishes I turn around and start to get dressed.
"Did you like that, Sport?"
I nod because I can't really find the words about how I'm feeling. Yeah, it felt good but that was only because I imagined Adri was doing it. Now, when I see Coach doing it, my stomach tightens up and I feel a wash of shame fill my body. Nobody can ever find out this shit happens because I know it's wrong and I may lose Adrianna forever.
"Needless to say," he mutters as he lights a cigarette. "This stays between us."
"Yeah."
"I have a lot of shit on your father, Travis." He puffs out, "wouldn't want that to get leaked to the press, would we?"
"Like what?" I turn to look at him as I pull my shirt on.
"Real bad things, Sport." He shakes his head with a look of pity on his face. "You know the things you and I do?" I nod. "You know if you told me you didn't want to, I would just leave your life right?" I nod again, I didn't want Coach to ever leave my life. "Well, your father does that to girls and women, but they don't like it. They cry and scream and he forces them to do it."
My face screws up into confusion, "what?" That doesn't make sense. My father was not the type of man to be that cruel. Was he? He was mean to me and Mother, sure but... I close my eyes and deep inside I know he could be that cruel. Besides, why would Coach ever lie to me? He has only ever told me the truth.
"He's a bad man." He nods to me, "and I am always protecting you."
"Yeah well, you don't have to threaten me with him," I slam my locker shut and pull my baseball bag over my shoulder, "I'm not going to say shit, and I don't want to hear this again." I storm by him and leave. I don't care what my father does as long as he leaves me alone.
"Travis!" I pull back out of my memory and look Ember in the eye. My face crumbles and my breath hitches in my chest.
"Yeah," I nod, "Coach had mentioned some shit on my thirteenth birthday. I don't know if I just didn't believe it or if I didn't care. I just didn't want anything to do with my father."
She nods and runs her hand down my cheek, "you were young..."
"No," I shake my head, cutting her off, "I understood what Coach told me and I knew there was a very good possibility that he was doing it. My father was cruel
