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I kept my stare focused on her as I jumped. I wasn’t afraid of exercise, and if anything, it would only help me get better.

“That’s enough,” she said with a low growl, crossing her arms over her chest.

Someone isn’t in a very good mood today.

I stood, ready to lay anything else she asked of me at her feet.

“Sorry, Coach,” I said, sheepishly, my cheeks flushed, my chest heaving.

She gave three short bursts on her whistle, ignoring me entirely.

I’d have her full attention soon enough. I just needed to take some more extreme measures.

8

GET WITCHY WITH IT

Mary

It was alreadydark outside when I started my walk back home from practice. I lived close enough that I felt silly driving to school.

I didn’t mind, the air crisp and refreshing, and I smiled at the way the chilly air numbed my face and reddened my cheeks.

I passed by the Kelly’s on the way, careful not to walk too close to the house that was on the other side of the street from mine.

Their house was dimly lit, with white siding and black shutters framing the life inside. I could see the sheer white curtains and interior stairs through the window at the end. As I rounded the cul-de-sac, Ava’s bedroom window came into view. I stopped, cursing my feet for halting me. I should go home, keep walking.

Only I don’t.

I looked behind me, then to my left near my house, but the neighborhood was quiet, empty. The moon hung high above the rows of houses in a bright white crescent. I closed my eyes, and when I reopened them, she was undressing behind the sheer white panels. Her silhouette was positivelysinful.

There were candles lit around the bathtub in the room, just beyond her curvaceous form.

Her short, blonde curls brushed her shoulders as she continued to disrobe, and I bit my lower lip as I stared. A dog’s loud bark behind me startled me enough that my head snapped towards the noise, and when I returned my focus to Ava, she was staring directly at me.

She was supposed to look cross, run from the window or grab something to cover herself up quickly…but she didn’t.

I swallowed. I backed away, preparing to run, but she turned away from me, splaying her plump ass cheeks for my full enjoyment. She meekly looked back over her shoulder, seeing me.

What do I do now? Flee and pretended that I didn’t see her notice me? Play along like a game that only the two of us knew was happening. The second one interested me more than the other. I looked both ways across the street and stepped into the shadow of a large elm tree cast on the edge of her lawn.

It suddenly dawned on me she didn’t live alone, and I scanned the property for movement. Just then, a light in the window just next to hers flipped on and Mr. Kelly plopped down on a couch that was pushed up to the window. My eyes darted back to the window next to him, the window displaying Ava’s nude, silky body.

I took a sharp intake of breath as I see Coach Kelly spread wide across her massive king-sized bed. I swallowed again, pushing a shaking hand inside my shirt. My nipple was a sensitive peak, and I pinched it gently as I watched my cheer coach reach between her legs. I closed my eyes for a moment, pretending that my spit is not my own, but her cum on my tongue and covering my lips.

What I’d give to taste her, swallow her.

When I look inside Mr. Kelly’s window, he’s not there.

Fuck.

I watched as he busted through her door, grabbing her by her ankle and yanking her to the edge. He looked furious, but he breached her roughly, hammering into her as her legs bounced. I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear her cries.

I turned on my heels and sprinted home, silently praying to myself that he didn’t see me. That he wasn’t punishing her right now because of me.

I looked back over my shoulder, wondering if she could think of me while her husband fucked her roughly.

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