Coach Me

Torres pulls out, but not without another satisfied groan, and then he flops down on his back, panting wildly.

Oh, my gosh. I just had sex with Torres…and it was incredible. Holy shit.

“Damn,” he sighs.

I lay flat on my belly beside him, panting too. “Damn is right,” I say with a laugh.

“What were we waiting for to do that?” He looks over at me with a smirk.

“I have no idea, but that was amazing.”

A deep laugh rumbles its way out of him. I turn onto my back to stare up at the ceiling with him, both of us catching our breaths.

“You got anywhere to be tonight?” he asks after a while.

“Nope.”

“Good. You can hang out here a while. I’ll order us a pizza.” He sits up and I sit up with him. “But first, I think I’m going to need another round of you.”

I can’t even help myself. I bust out laughing as he climbs on top of me again, laughing deep and then stealing a kiss from me.

What he doesn’t realize is that I need more of him too because that? That was incredible, but it wasn’t nearly enough to keep me satisfied.

FORTY-ONE

Torres and I binge on pepperoni and cheese pizza while watching a movie on Netflix. He never struck me as the Netflix and Chill kind of guy, but I have to admit, this is nice.

Sitting next to him, sipping on cream soda and pizza, and watching a movie? It’s nice. It’s weird to say, but it feels like I’m enjoying an overdue night alone with a boyfriend. Dirty sex (three times) and then pizza and movies? What more could a girl ask for?

Before I know it, it’s nearing ten at night and Torres is yawning. I rest my head on his chest as the end credits of our second movie rolls across the screen.

“I probably need to get out of here, huh?” I pick my head up to look at him just as he lowers his to look at me.

“I’m in no rush for you to leave. It’s not like you have classes tomorrow.” He sighs and wraps an arm around me. “Besides, this feels good. Chilling on the couch with you.”

“For real?”

“For real, Lakes.”

A warmth courses through me and my heart beats faster. “Okay, then I can hang out a while longer.” I smile.

He gives my body a small squeeze, like he’s happy with my decision.

“So, there’s something I’ve always wanted to ask.” I sit up and turn my body more so I’m facing him. “Have you ever been engaged or married?”

He cracks a smile. “What makes you ask that?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Just curious.”

“No, I’ve never been engaged or married before. What about you?” He wiggles his brows and I laugh.

“Never. How long was your longest relationship?”

“A month,” he answers earnestly. “Honestly, I wouldn’t even call it a relationship. It was long distance. I only saw her twice during that whole month.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. And I found out she cheated on me, so it was a wrap after that.”

I gasp. “What woman in her right mind would cheat on you?”

“To be fair, I can be a bit of a dick. I guess she got fed up with my ways.”

“Well, yeah, that is true. You can be a dick.”

He knuckles my cheek playfully.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I tell him, pushing off the sofa.

He nods. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

I walk into his bedroom to use his bathroom, wash my hands, and then walk out, all with a goofy smile on my face.

The lamp on the nightstand is on as I exit and there is a picture there that I didn’t notice before. I glance at the door before stepping toward the nightstand to pick up the picture.

It’s a photo of a young Torres, his mom, and a man who is slightly taller than him. Torres is a spitting image of the man and I do a double take because they look nearly identical. This photo appears to have been taken when Torres was a teenager. Maybe seventeen or eighteen?

There’s another photo on the nightstand. It’s a picture of him with his mother. It looks like a more recent photo. He has the same stubble on his face and his mom has gray streaks of hair. His arm is wrapped around her shoulders as they sit at what looks like a dinner table, smiling into the camera.

I switch gazes between the photo of both his parents and the photo of just him and his mom and it’s crazy to see how much their eyes have changed.

In the photo with both parents, Torres has a light in his eyes and looks like he’s ready to take on the world, and his mom looks thrilled, like it’s the best day of her life.

In the recent photo of Torres and his mom, the light in their eyes has dimmed. I can see a pain in his eyes in this new photo that isn’t in the older one.