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“Come for me, Mary. Come for me like a good girl. Fuck my fingers until you feel good.”

Her body tightened, her pussy walls squeezing around my fingers as I fucked her gently in and out…coaxing her through it. Her clit was so swollen, and as I stroked it, she jolted…groaning into the doorway's crack.

“Such a good girl for me,” I whispered in her ear, and when I withdrew my fingers, I brought them to her lips so she could taste herself.

“See how good you taste? I don’t think I could ever get enough.”

Her cheeks were pink, and she smiled through her euphoria, slumped over like she had just completed the mile run.

I stroked her back and helped her stand, opening the heavy doors and leading her through.

“Let’s go back to my office and get you cleaned up.”

She nodded sleepily, and when I looked down at my watch, I cursed-- it was seven pm and Matt would wonder where I was.

14

GO HOME, MARY

Mary

I had never come sohard in my life. Not by myself, not with anyone else. The world imploded in on itself; I disappeared into thin air but then returned to my body. I was wobbly on my legs and Ava had to hold my arm as we walked down the hallways to her office, sheepishly smiling at the students and teachers that passed by.

No, no…I didn’t just fuck my coach in the gym supply closet, we just practiced cheers…worked out.

Ava pulled me inside her office, my pussy still pulsing and wet after she thoroughly finger fucked me. And I wanted more. I wanted to do it again. I knew I was insatiable, and I didn’t care. I wanted to lay in a proper bed with her and fuck her through the night. I wanted to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner off her tits and never leave the bed.

She didn’t shut the door behind us, instead grabbed her bag and jacket as if it was just another normal day at Middlebury College. Time to go home.

She handed me some baby wipes from the drawer in her desk, and I felt lewd as she watched me wipe myself down and she guarded the door.

“Can I…get a ride home? My legs still feel a little shaky.”

“It’s probably not a good idea, Mary. I mean…we’ve been seen together a lot lately.”

My mood soured, and I crossed my arms over my chest, looking at the chipped linoleum flooring.

She lifted my chin with her finger so I was looking into her eyes. “I want to say yes. I want to reach between your thighs and cup your pussy again, make you come five more times. And I bet it’s still wet and hot, but my husband is home, and I am yourcoach.”

“Please, please do it all. That didn’t stop you Friday…or today…”

The rain patters on the office window, soft and careful, in a steady rhythm.

I looked at her lips, so swollen and red from eating my cunt.

This entire thing was stupid. I’d just quit her team, and this would all be over.

Why torture myself this way?

She could go back to living her boring, suppressed life and I could pine over her from afar as I waited out my days until a new prospect showed itself to me. Or I moved again.

My heart was already breaking in my chest, and I had the sudden urge to bolt from her office, run away from this mess completely.

A mess you made…again.

“This can’t…happen again. It’s wrong.”

I stuck out my bottom lip and looked at her through my lashes, and she smiled.

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