Page 45 of Kassir and Rebel
“Right there. Just like that,” she whines and her pretty face contorts. When she starts to tremble again, I pick up my pace. “Shit, baby. Awww. I feel it. I’m almost there again.”
Her trembling quickens and she grabs my arm with one hand and places the other on my chest. I stroke her to another big ass orgasm. It feels like my dick is caught in a rainstorm and the feeling is about to make me bust too.
Her grip on my arm tightens and she bites her bottom lip as her body shakes. She looks beautiful as shit, pure perfection. The sight of her and the reaction of her body takes me to the finish line too.
“Fuck, Rebel,” I grit as I shoot up her wet walls. My body falls on her and she lightly caresses my back. Breathless, we both remain like this for a few minutes. When I finally got my shit together, I ease out of her and roll back onto the bed. She inches closer to me then lays her head on my chest, right where she belongs. “Where’s yo’ phone?” I ask.
“What? My phone?” she asks, sounding winded and confused.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know. Why? You need to call your mom?”
“Nah. I need you to send an email,” I tell her.
Miami no longer exists for her.
Epilogue
…almost nine months later.
Perfect.
There’s only one word to describe my life right now and it’s definitely perfect. When my original three-week vacation ended, Kassir and I were in a great place and I had a tentative verbal offer to be the new head track coach at Douglasville Prep for the upcoming school year. I returned to Miami, but only long enough to get my affairs in order.
I gave Miami-Dade my two weeks’ notice for my assistant coaching job but agreed to stay on as an adjunct online instructor. The two mandatory office hours a week for their online courses can be conducted via Teams or Zoom, so I can work comfortably from anywhere. My favorite place is on our balcony.
I broke my condo lease and Kassir paid the penalty. He also flew down to Miami and helped me load my boxes for the movers he hired to bring my stuff back home. He has gladly allowed me to make our apartment a home for me too and my touches are all through it. I even got rid of the sectional once he admitted it was the spot where he fucked other women. It was on the curbside trash pile that following garbage day.
When I returned to Diamond Falls, I taught three courses during the Fall semester but I’m sitting this semester out. Track season began the second Saturday in February and I don’t want to commit to any online courses during my first season. I’m glad I didn’t because a few of my girls need extra attention, which is why we are having two-a-days until district next week. All team members are on the field and a few parents and siblings are scattered throughout on the aluminum bleachers.
“All in!” I yell and the team gathers in a circle with their arms outstretched. “One team!”
“One team!” they repeat in unison.
“One mind!” I yell and they repeat the same.
“One goal!” We all yell together.
“Great job tonight, everybody. Remember, conditioning starts tomorrow morning at six,” I say and hear a few grumbles but no one objects coherently.
As they start to rush off the field, I reach out and grab Kiara. She’s a junior and actually my best athlete, but today she was a little sluggish and I’m concerned.
“What’s up, Coach?” she asks.
“Are you okay? Your time was off on your straightaway.”
“My bad, Coach. My period is about to start and I’m bloated and tired.”
“You have to limit processed meats like subs and dairy. That’ll help some, but most importantly, you have to rest. Go to bed and stop staying up all night scrolling through Cliqued.”
“Okay but subs? Really? I was going to get an Italian tonight at Vic’s,” she says with a sigh.
“Trust me. Skip it. Try the chicken parmigiana sub instead. It’s made with a real chicken breast. No cheese.”
“What’s the point of that?” she replies.
“Food is fuel for performance, not?—”
