by Madison Faye
“Your move,” I growl.
“Okay.”
I hear her put the phone down, and rustling sounds as she shifts around on what I imagine is her bed. Seconds tick by, and slowly, my hand slides down into my boxers, my fingers wrapping around my thickness as I groan. And then, my phone dings.
I take a breath, pull the phone away from my ear, and open the picture she’s just sent. And instantly, I suck in a breath of air through clenched teeth, my balls swelling with cum as I groan.
I’ve seen her naked before. I’ve got several pictures still on my phone of almost every inch of tight, supple body. But this is different. This is knowing it’s Waverly I’m looking at it. So when the picture of her laying back on her bed, shirtless, her panties and yoga pants bunched at her knees, and her fingers resting lightly on her smooth, shaved, pink pussy, I fucking growl like a beast.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I groan, realizing it’s the first time I’ve called her that. And when I hear her whimper in response, my blood turns to fire.
“Do—do you like?”
“You know you’re fucking beautiful, angel,” I whisper back, my hand slowly stroking my length as I groan.
“Can—will you…”
“Yes.”
My jeans and boxers are off in a second, and when I snap the picture of my hand wrapped around the pulsing base of my cock, my head swollen and glistening with precum and my balls heavy with cum, I send it without hesitation.
Waverly moans.
“Oh fuck…” she whispers, panting.
“Your fingers still where I think they are,” I whisper hoarsely.
“Uh-huh,” she whimpers softly.
“Good,” I hiss.
“You?”
“Yeah.”
She moans. “Are you…”
My hand strokes my length, my jaw clenches, and I groan.
“Yes.”
Waverly gasps quietly, and when she moans and whimpers so sweetly, I know she’s playing with that little pussy.
…I am officially so far over the line I’m lost. I’m on the phone, with a student, sending dirty pictures, and fucking jerking off with her.
Houston, we have a huge fucking problem.
“Waverly,” I groan, my hand sliding up and down my cock, precum dripping down my shaft until it’s glistening and slick.
“What were you really going to do that night.”
She moans.
“Anything you wanted,” she breathes.
I growl, and I almost don’t want to ask it, but I do.
“How often have you—”
“Never. I—” she gasps, “You’re the only person I talked to on the app.”
“And meeting men in bar bathrooms?”
Her breath catches.
“What do you think?”
“I think you had no fucking idea what you were doing or walking into.”
“Maybe.”
“So that’s a no on making it a habit of meeting guys in bathrooms?”
She giggles nervously. “No, I’ve never… I mean.”
She takes a breath.
“Coach, I’ve never at all.”
My pulse skips, my hand stops moving, and jaw tightens.
Hang on.
“Waverly—”
“No, I just mean, you know…”
“Angel,” I growl, sitting up, my pulse roaring.
“Were you seriously going to come to that bar and let me take your fucking virginity in a goddamn men’s room stall?”
“I—” she falters. “I mean.”
“Waverly—”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Coach, I—”
“Jesus Christ, Waverly. Why me?”
“I—”
She pauses, breathing heavily.
“You don’t know?”
I frown. “What do you mean.”
“Camden, I…” she clears her throat. “Maybe I should go—”
“Waverly—”
“Because I’ve wanted you since the second you walked into that first practice after you were hired!”
Her words blurt out in a rush, and I hear her breath catch right after they do.
“Sorry, that… I didn’t mean to—”
“Play with your pussy, baby.”
Both of us go quiet, and I know we’ve officially left all sanity behind.
“Camden,” she moans eagerly.
“Let me hear you touch that pretty pussy,” I groan, my hand tightening on my cock as I begin to stroke.
“You’re not mad?”
“No, Waverly,” I say quietly. “I’m not mad, I just fucking want you too.”
Ladies and gentlemen, rational thought has left the building.
She coos softly, and when I hear her breath catch, I grunt, knowing she’s touching herself. I stroke faster, growling lowly as my balls tighten and my abs clench.
“Are you…” she whimpers hoarsely.
“Yeah, baby,” I growl, clenching my jaw as my cock swells bigger than it’s ever been in my hand.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, moaning as she plays with her pussy. “You’re really… you know.”
“Stroking my big cock thinking about how much I want to drive over there and use my fingers instead of yours? Yeah,” I hiss, my blood roaring in my ears as my hand strokes up and down every thick inch of my cock.
“Yeah, baby girl, that is exactly what I’m doing.”
“Camden,” she moans, her breath rasping and heavy in my ear, driving me insane and pushing me towards that edge.
“Camden, I’m… oh fuck, I’m gonna come!”
The world blurs around me, until all I know is the sound of her moans and the feel of my throbbing cock ready to explode.
“I want you to come for me, Waverly,” I grunt. “Play with that pretty little pussy and let me hear you fucking come for me. Make that tight little cunt all wet and messy for me, baby girl.”
She gasps sharply, moaning faster and faster, her breathy whimpers filling my ears until I know I’m past the point of no return.
“Are you hard right now?”
I groan. “Baby, I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” she gasps, her breath choking until suddenly, she cries out into my ear.
“Coach! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
And just like that, I’m lost. She moans her orgasm through the phone, and I lose it completely. My cock throbs, my heavy, cum-filled balls drawing up tight before suddenly, it comes blasting from my swollen head. Hot spurts of my sticky white cum arc into the air to splatter down across my abs as I grunt into the phone. The sound of her pleasure and her release just keeps coming, and I just keep on stroking, growling my own pleasure as more and more of my cum shoots into the air to cover my cock, my hand, and my abs, until we both come to a gasping stop.
“Waverly,” I growl quietly.
“Coach,” she purrs, and it’s like her calling me that over Camden just makes the whole thing even more wrong, in a way that has my dick staying rock hard.
“I—oh fuck. One second!”
“I have to go!” she blurts.
“See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow,” she purrs.
The line goes dead, and I groan as I sink back into the couch. My mind spins, my entire world is upside down, and I’m still trying to catch my breath as the clarity settles over me.
Yeah, I’m beyond “in trouble.”
…I think I’m fucked.
6
Waverly
I run until it feels like my legs are going to give out—until my lungs burn and my thighs shake, and until there’s a blankness to my mind.
This is what I do to blow off steam sometimes. It’s like my mediation, really. I mean swimming can’t be everything, and at some point, I need to get out of the water for the sake of my skin, right? So, running is just something else I’ve always done. It’s not really for the exercise—I mean, I’m barely able to eat enough to fuel
the workouts I get from competitive swimming. But the mental reset it gives me is like nothing else.
We don’t live that far from the Winchester campus, but I stumble to a panting stop there instead of heading all the way across the main quad to get home. It’s getting darker earlier and earlier, and the light is almost entirely gone by the time I stagger through one of the side gates onto the campus and do a light jog over to the gymnasium.
My student keycard swipes me into the building, my pulse still racing as I head towards the locker rooms. There’s a sign and plastic wrap over the door to the men’s locker rooms—apparently, they’re doing some plumbing work later tonight, but I just head past it to the women’s room and slip inside. Again, it’s not like my house is that far, but I also need to snag a bunch of laundry still in my locker here, so it works out.
Plus, there’s the crazy awesome steam room in the Winchester locker rooms that I don’t have at my house.
I kick off my sneakers and peel off my running clothes, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself before I pad over to the big open shower area. There are individual stalls—I mean, a place as moneyed as Winchester Academy has the facilities to rival most private country clubs and ivy league colleges—but there’s no one here this late, and honestly, the open shower room gets better pressure anyways. So, screw it.
I hang the towel on a hook and start the water, letting it get steaming hot before I duck under, gasping at the heat but quickly sighing as it soothes my aching muscles. I shampoo and then soap up, closing my eyes and letting the water run down my body as I try and clear my mind.
Except, that’s not happening, and I know it. Because after last night? Yeah “clear” is the last thing my mind is.
I haven’t bumped into Camden all day. No gym class, and we didn’t have practice after classes today. And somehow, I’ve managed to avoid texting him at all. Somehow. I’m torn between wanting to talk to him about last night—about the major, major line I know we both know we crossed—and wanting to just play it cool. Mostly, I just don’t want him to see me as some sort of insecure, needy, clingy little girl, hence the wanting to play it cool part.
…But I’ve been replaying it all, on repeat, for the entire freaking day.
The water streams down my body, and my thoughts drift to him and the night before. My skin tingles, and there’s a heat between my legs from much more than the shower water as I close my eyes and replay it all. I remember his growls in my ear, the way his breath caught and choked as he…
I blush fiercely, shivering.
As he stroked his cock for me. With me. I squeeze my thighs together, moaning softly as I remember laying back on my bed and running my fingers down my body—touching myself and rolling them over my clit while he groaned into my ears. I remember pulling the phone from my ear to look at the picture he’d sent, and how seeing his huge, thick, pulsing cock sent a forbidden thrill through me.
Yes, I’d seen him like that before in the pictures we’d sent in our earlier dirty chats. But knowing he knew who I was and knowing that he was knowingly sending me pictures like that was another level of wrong and toe-curling hotness.
My nipples pucker under the spray of the shower, and my legs squeeze tighter together as my pulse quickens. My hands slide down my body, teasing over my tummy to push lower before I catch myself and pause.
Control yourself, girl.
I mean, no one’s here, but still. I groan, shaking my head and pulling my hands away from between my legs. This is what he does to me. This is what allowing my mind to go to Camden Kirby does to me, letting go of all rational inhibitions and preparing to masturbate in the freaking open shower area of the girls locker room.
I groan, the ache only intensifying between my legs and the need to sooth it almost overwhelming. But I can’t. Not here, even though I’m alone.
Instead, I just tighten my legs together again, my pulse quickening as I let my thoughts wander to Camden.
…I wish he was here.
I wish he was literally here, right now, with me under the spray of the water. I imagine him coming up behind me and sliding those big hands over my body to pull me into him. The ache becomes too much, and before I can stop myself again, I let one hand slide back down between my legs, and when my fingers tease over my bare lips, I gasp quietly.
In my head, it’s his hands. In my head, his lips and teeth are on my neck, making me gasp as his fingers tease my pussy. His thick, big cock throbs against my ass, and he growls into my ear, telling me everything he’s going to do to me, right here against the tiled walls of the showers.
My fingers move faster, rubbing my clit harder as I moan softly, one hand going flat against the wall. Hot water streams down my body, and I’m gasping, getting closer and closer, when suddenly—
“Waverly.”
I gasp, almost shrieking as my hand yanks from between my thighs and as my body whirls at the sound of his voice. Heat blooms over my entire body as my hands, on impulse, move to cover myself. Because right there, standing in the big open doorway to the showers with a towel around his bare, grooved hips and a look of pure, raw hunger on his face, is Camden.
Our eyes lock, and I swear, you could light a match if you held it up between our gazes.
“I—”
I swallow, my face burning and my body trembling. My pulse races, and my eyes never leave his.
“The men’s room is closed,” he growls quietly.
His jaw tightens, his eyes sliding hungrily over me as the heat throbs inside of me.
“Coach,” I whisper hoarsely.
“Waverly.”
Our eyes lock, a second ticks by, and suddenly, it’s like everything explodes. He growls as he strides towards me, yanking the towel away and letting it drop, and I whimper at the sight of his muscled, grooved body. He marches right over to me, and my hand fall away from my nakedness as he crashes into me with a growl on his lips and a moan of pleasure from mine.
Skin rubs against skin, bodies press together, and I whimper as his big hands slide over my hips to yank me tight against him. He pushes me back until we slam into the wall, his hard body pinning me to the tiles as his lips crush to mine. I moan into his mouth, opening my lips eagerly for his tongue as we grind together.
My back presses against the tiles, water cascades down our bodies, and when I feel his cock so hard and throbbing, pressing against my stomach, I whimper even more eagerly into his kiss. His hands slide to my ass, gripping me possessively, and when he growls into my lips, I gasp into his as he lifts me up and into him. I moan, my legs wrapping around his grooved hips tightly, and when we grind together this time, I gasp as I feel my pussy pressing hotly to his throbbing cock.
“Camden…”
“Fuck, Waverly,” he groans, pulling away from my swollen lips and dropping is mouth to my neck. I cry out as he rakes his teeth over the sensitive skin there, my nipples hard and dragging electrically over his chiseled chest and the pulsing need for him between my thighs growing even hotter as I shameless grind my pussy against his shaft.
“This is insane,” he growls into my ear, making me whimper as his breath teases my skin. His hands tighten on my ass, his fingers holding me tight and sliding down over the curve of my butt towards the center, brushing so close to my pussy.
“I don’t care,” I moan, cupping his face and crushing my lips to his eagerly. He groans, kissing me back with a fierceness that takes my breath away.
“Waverly, I’m…” he pulls back, his eyes blazing into mine. “I know you think you want—”
“I don’t think, I know,” I hiss, panting as my hips rock against his, a moan falling from my lips as our bodies grind together.
“There’s so much about me…” his brow furrows. “You should stay the fuck away from me, you know.”
“Yeah?” I moan. “Well I’m pretty sure you’re definitely supposed to stay away from me.” My lips kiss down his jaw until I get to his ear.
“You know, since I’m just
your barely legal student.”
He groans, and when I feel his fat dick pulse against my aching pussy, I gasp quietly.
“Maybe I should,” he growls, groaning as I rake my teeth over his earlobe. “Maybe I should leave you right here and just walk the fuck away before this blows up in both of our faces.”
“Yeah,” I pant, squeezing my thighs tight around his waist and moaning as I slide my eager pussy up and down the underside of his huge cock. “Maybe you should.”
“Definitely,” Camden groans.
“So how’s that whole walking away thing working out for you, coach,” I purr into his ear.
Camden stiffens, his fingers digging into my skin and bringing a gasp to my lips.
“Terribly,” he growls, twisting his head and crushing his lips to mine, hard. I moan eagerly, and when one of his hands pushes lower over my ass, and his fingers tease over my soft, wet lips, I gasp loudly into his mouth.
He strokes my pussy, and when he slowly starts to sink a finger into me, I cry out, dropping my mouth to his shoulder and biting as pleasure I’ve never known before melts through me. I know the school is mostly closed down for the night, but still, we’re right here in the locker room showers. And I know someone could walk in on us at any time. And I know that should freak me out or make this weird, but fuck if it doesn’t send a thrill through me as I cry out into his skin.
He suddenly sets me down on my feet. I start to whimper in protest, but when his lips sear to mine, and then start to kiss their way down my neck to my collarbone, my head starts to spin with the heat of it all. His mouth kisses lower, down over the slope of my breasts, down further and further until suddenly, he’s sucking one of my pink, eager nipples into his lips.
Oh fuck.
I gasp, panting and throwing my head back as his tongue swirls over my sensitive nipple. His hands skim down my sides, gripping my hips and pinning me to the wall as he moves to the other breast, sucking my other nipple until I moan in ecstasy before he suddenly begins to drop to his knees.
…Oh God.
His wicked mouth kisses lower and lower, teasing his way down my stomach—and then lower, and lower. My face caves, my jaw slack, and my entire body sizzling with electric heat. He looks up at me, those piercing blue eyes blazing into me and his face right at eye-level with my pussy.