Possessive Coach

She looks at me and laughs. “This is a little…” She trails off.

I tilt my head. “A little, what?”

“Awkward, I guess.”

“Maybe. Doesn’t have to be.”

“True. I just… I’ve never slept over at a guy’s house like this before.”

“Have you ever gotten a freaky call in the middle of the night before?” I ask.

She hesitates and I can tell that was the wrong thing to say. But she shakes her head and smiles. “No, no, I definitely haven’t.”

“Sorry,” I say. “I just mean, we’re all a little out of our depth here.”

“Yeah. That’s true.” She takes a bite of the eggs and laughs. “At least you’re a good cook.”

“Good at a lot of things,” I say with a little smirk.

She blushes and digs into her food without answering. I smile and eat. I grab a piece of toast, butter it up, and lean back in my rickety kitchen chair. Most of my stuff is secondhand, and the table is no exception, but it’s served me well. The wood’s a little chipped, the feet a little uneven, and the covers on the chairs have some stains on the back, but overall it’s not too bad. I’m just happy Chloe hasn’t noticed or doesn’t mind.

“What are your plans for today?” I ask her as we finish up.

“Class,” she says. “Tutoring first.”

“Yeah? What time?”

She frowns and cranes her neck to check the time on the stove. “An hour,” she says.

“Perfect. I need to be in my office in an hour.” I look over my shoulder then stand and carry the dishes over to the sink.

“Let me help,” she says.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll do this while you shower or get changed or whatever.”

She brings her plate over but lets me take care of cleaning. I wash and dry while she disappears back into my bedroom. I hear the shower turn on as I clean the frying pan I used to cook the eggs. When everything’s back to the way it was, I stand against the countertop for a long moment and listen to the water run.

I’ve been the assistant coach at California University for about three years now. I’ve made some friends and I love my job, but I’ve been missing something for a long time now. It’s been hard to meet someone, since most of the girls I’m surrounded by are all undergrads. Chloe’s no exception, but there’s something different about her.

It’s a maturity thing. Most of the girls I meet around here are still children. They care more about partying and drinking than anything else. Chloe doesn’t seem like that though. She talks about her studies, about tutoring, about what she wants to do when she graduates. I don’t think she’s mentioned partying one single time since I’ve met her, which might be some kind of record for a college girl.

Maybe that’s drawing me in. I’m not sure. Either that, or the way she bounces when she walks, or tugs at her hair when she laughs, or her lopsided smile, or her full lips, or her perky breasts. I like that she’s not just another cliché surfer girl, and she doesn’t seem self-conscious about that at all.

I know getting involved with a student here is a huge mistake. I should let this go, make this our last night together. I can give Erik a pass on all this and move on with my life, let Chloe move on, too.

But I know I can’t do that.

I got a taste of her last night. Her pussy is still on my tongue, and the memory of her body tensing and shaking as she came still haunts me every time I stop whistling and close my eyes. It’s a delicious memory and my cock stirs just imagining what it will feel like to have her come with my shaft deep between her legs.

Definitely a mistake. But a very, very good one.

And there’s still the problem of Erik. He’s harassing her, straight up, and doesn’t seem to plan on stopping. Confronting him with that paper only seems to have made him bolder, and that’s a little worrying. I’m afraid he’s just going to keep going until he does something so stupid, the administration can’t ignore it.

Or until I do something so stupid, they can’t keep me around anymore.

The shower water turns off and Chloe emerges a few minutes later as I straighten the place up. She smiles at me and sits down on the couch, kicking her legs up on the coffee table. “Room’s all yours.”

“Sure you don’t want to join me?” I ask. “I could really use an extra pair of hands in the shower.”

She snorts. “I bet you’d like that.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I absolutely would.”

She bites her lip and looks away. “Better hurry up.”

I laugh and head back to my room. I linger there with the door open, wondering if she’ll follow me… but when she doesn’t, I head into my bathroom and take a shower.