Chapter 8
Ms. Downing carried a couple of balls and a stick in her hands as she coaxed Carter away from the supply shed beside the field hockey turf. She had on a pair of tight black shorts, an orange sports bra, and the look of a woman who was on the prowl.
“Just one second,” Carted said, holding up a finger and grabbing a water bottle full of his new Gongdong supplement. “I have to get into the habit of drinking this.”
Draining the bottle of its contents, Carter chugged the ginger-flavored tea long after its taste had any appeal for him. He was nervous about his chances with Ms. Downing, and he hoped getting a little juice into his muscles would win her over. Everything between them seemed so new, making it impossible for him to get a sense of how she felt about him. Showing some enthusiasm and natural talent for the sport she loved had to be the perfect way to win her over.
“You ready? Finally!” Ms. Downing smiled as Carter dropped the empty bottle and trotted onto the field. He wore a spandex t-shirt and basketball shorts, both of which caught her hungry glances. “Alright. I’m excited to give you your first taste of field hockey. Even though it is a team sport, I find it’s better to start one on one, so you know the basics. We’ll keep it simple today, do some ball control drills, learn what a push and a sweep are, and maybe if you’re lucky you’ll find your way to the goal.”
“Sounds good to me,” Carter grinned, grabbing his stick and poking away one of the balls from near her feet. They were near midfield, but Carter reached back into a huge swing.
“Slapshot!” he called, the stick high over his head, but when he swung he duffed it against the ground and the ball only dribbled a few feet.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” chided Ms. Downing. “There’s nothing worse than jumping ahead to the finish when you’ve barely got started. You’ve got to warm up to it, start slow, gradually build up, and then when you’re so close you can feel the rush, you just let go of it and let it flood into the goal. Do you know what I mean?”
He noticed her raised eyebrow and took it as a sign she was looking down on him. He had to prove he was a quick learner.
“Kinda. It’s just that I’ve never played field hockey before, or ice hockey for that matter. I bet it’ll be a snap to pick up though. You said we’re going to do some ball control stuff?”
“That’s a great attitude. I think you will pick it up quickly. So, yeah. Take this other ball, and let’s practice working it around your body. You only want to touch the ball with the stick’s flat face, so practice using your left hand to twist it around in front of you without knocking the ball into your feet.”
“Ok,” Carted nodded, a little lost. His feet a few inches apart, he gripped the top of the stick with both hands and tapped the ball forward.
“What are you doing? This isn’t miniature golf! Move your right hand down the stick more. Ugh, you’re still not getting it right. Here, let me show you.”
Carter thought he had it after her second explanation, but that didn’t stop Ms. Downing from coming around behind him to set his hands in the right spot. Nuzzling against his back and butt, she set her hands on the outside of his to adjust them on the stick.
Virtually oblivious to what she was doing, all he noticed was her breasts pressing into his back. He thought he could even feel her nipples, and it sent a strange tingle into his loins. Blinking suddenly and heaving, he got the sensation he was about to orgasm. What was going on? He wasn’t even that hard, and yet he felt seconds away from blowing it all over the inside of his shorts. Yelping, he hopped away before he lost himself completely.
“I’m sorry,” Ms. Downing said, appearing hurt.
“No, it’s not you. Trust me,” Carter assured her, desperate to recover. “I just had an itch is all.”
Taking a few deep breaths helped to get himself back under control, but even glancing at the glistening skin of her cleavage and exposed waist brought it all back. He rubbed his eyes and scratched himself, shocked and dismayed about what was going on.
“Ok,” Ms. Downing hesitantly went on. “If you can remember what I showed you, we can start weaving through these cones. The trick is to shift your body weight side to side in anticipation of the turns. Pretend these are people, and you’re trying to snake through them. Keep your body low to the ground and your head up.”
She began to demonstrate, and Carter immediately realized watching her was not going to turn out well for him. As soon as she bent over into position and her backside stuck out like a hitchhiker’s thumb, that pressure returned to Carter in full force. He couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would be to cum in his pants on their first date together. As understanding as older women might be, she couldn’t give him a pass on the unforgivable.
“You’re not even watching!” she howled from a few cones away. “Fine then, if you think you’ve got it in you, you can give it a try yourself.”
She returned to centerfield, hips swaying, and Carter tried to regroup so he could make his attempt. His heart was beating out of his chest. Just being near her seemed intoxicating. What was going on with his body? Crouching down just the tiniest bit threatened his ability to keep it in. Righting himself immediately, he gasped.
“I…I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Not sure I have the basics down yet. Let me try the ball control thing again.”
His back stiff as a board, he patted the ball around with the stick. Things had taken a terrible turn, and he needed to find a way to get out of here.
“You’re poking that stick around like a blind man! Are you ok?” she cringed, eyeing him. He had no idea what she would think, but this was an abandon ship moment.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Promise. I just…just am feeling a little winded is all. Had a tough workout yesterday. Muscles are pretty beat. Sorry about this, but I’m going to have to call it a day.”
He swiveled around slowly and shuffled back to the supply shed. He wiped the sweat from his brow and didn’t look back.
“It’s really ok,” she called back to him.
Slipping inside the shed and closing the door behind him, Carter pulled out the front of his shorts and looked at his manhood. Everything seemed to be in the right place. Clearly, this was just a freak occurrence, and the next time he saw her he’d be good to go all night like he usually was. Crossing to the table, he grabbed a towel from his bag to wipe himself down. The door gave the slightest creak behind him.
“I know I make some men nervous,” Ms. Downing began, and Carter jerked his head around to see her pressing her back against the door, a sultry look on her face. “But you’ve got nothing to be afraid of.”
“Ms. Downing…”
“Please, call me Sandra,” she whispered, slipping up beside him. She had a ravenous look in her eye that scared him. She didn’t have any interest in him at all; she just wanted his body, and she wanted it badly. He shuddered when she ran her hand down his back, struggling to hold it in. Not even virgins have this much trouble when a girl first touches them.
“I know you want me. Most boys do, but they don’t have what you have. So why don’t we go for the goal now that we’re all warmed up.”
Her ravishing good looks were undeniable, and he tore himself apart trying not to think of himself burying his face in her boobs. Her hand on his neck, she turned his head and leaned in to kiss him. The instant their lips touch, he felt it all break lose.
“UNNNGFFF.”
Straining to hold himself still, he shook a little, and Ms. Downing glared at him curiously, cringing. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrutinized him from head to toe.
“What just happened? Did you just…oh my God!”
“No, no, no I didn’t!” he insisted. “I just had a sneeze coming.”
“What’s that smell?” she sniffed. “Is that Cool Ranch Doritos?”
Releasing a gut-wrenching sigh and trying not to smear the semen against himself any more than he had to, he begged for her forgiveness.
“Nothing like this has ever
happened to me before. I swear! You could ask half of our gym class. Those girls’ll tell you it went on way longer than they wanted! It must just be something about you I have to get used to. Most of the girls I’ve been with weren’t so…developed.”
Setting her jaw, Ms. Downing took a moment to contemplate his words. She peered at him carefully, the desire was still evident in her eyes.
“Well, I can’t say I blame you,” she said. “These curves are both a blessing and a curse, though I’d much rather have that than the chick peas of the other girl you were hanging around with. What’s her name, Avery? Boy, I have to feel a little bit sorry for her. I’ve seen anorexics with a better rack. And it doesn’t help her personality is about as sweet as a bar of soap.”
Carter had felt like he’d been off the hook until she brought up Avery. Then something hardened inside of him and he scowled.
“You have no right to criticize her! She may have some things to figure out, but at least she’s honest. What do you do? You tell students you’re going to teach them field hockey then and force yourself onto them in little sheds. I don’t know if you know, but what you just did was attempted statutory rape.”
Alarm raged inside of her eyes, brilliant and unceasing. It crossed his mind that she might try to hit him.
“If you tell anyone about this, there won’t be a girl left in the world who doesn’t know you squirt before your pants are even off. The only way you’ll ever get near another pair of panties again is if you buy them from a Japanese vending machine,” she promised, making Carter’s blood run cold. Then the fury washed from her face, a bright smile replacing it. “So why don’t we just keep our time together a secret, ok?”
Carted jerked his head up and down, feeling stuck and intimidated. Did she really expect to see him again after he creamed his shorts and she made all those threats? He wanted to get as far away from her as possible, and in his mind that meant closer to Avery, who suddenly didn’t seem so bad.
Ms. Downing gave him a peck on the cheek that felt like the prick of a pin before clearing out. Staring at the space where she was, Carter spotted the empty bottle he’d dropped to the ground. Gasping, he realized what caused his premature ejaculation.
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