by Autumn Avery
If I can handle this, I can handle anything. And nothing’s going to keep me from Katie.
10
Katie
Katie
* * *
I haven’t been able to think all morning. My first two class periods are just a blur. My mind hasn’t been able to focus on anything but what Coach said to me last night.
“I waited months for you. We can wait a few more days.”
Mrs. Thompson is lucky I haven’t run into her yet today and clawed her face off. I really think I could do it. I’m sure that’s just the totally irrational side of my brain talking, but when it comes to Coach, that’s just how I seem to react.
“Katie,” I hear a voice buzzing beside me and realize Molly is talking to me. “Katie!”
“Yea?” I say, turning quickly and snapping out of my stupor.
“Are you okay? You look like you’ve been hypnotized or something.”
I realize I’ve been sitting at the lunch table, staring into space, my mind elsewhere.
“Yeah. Sorry,” I stammer, taking a sip of my drink.
“What’s going on with you lately? Tara asks. “You seem…distracted.”
“Yeah, there’s just a lot going on with me right now.”
“A lot going on? What are you talking about?”
Do I tell them or do I not? That’s the question right now. On one hand, they’re going to find out eventually, so I should probably just let the cat out of the bag. But on the other hand, Coach hasn’t cleared everything up with Mrs. Thompson and the school yet. Maybe I should wait until it’s all taken care of.
“I think I saw Coach Steele in the hallway on my way in here,” Molly says. And that puts an end to that. Now the discussion’s going to start. The rumor mill is going to kick into overdrive, and I won’t be able to stand it.
“Really? What’s he doing here? I don’t want him anywhere near me!” Tara chimes in, looking more disgusted than I ever thought a person could look.
“No kidding!” Molly agrees. “They should have like…bodyguards or something.”
“Bodyguards?”
“Okay, security guards! He shouldn’t be allowed on campus!”
I can feel my blood starting to boil and my temperature starting to rise. I hate gossip. I hate rumors. And the only thing worse than having to listen to them, is when it’s about someone you know, and when you know the rumors are untrue.
“Do you guys seriously believe her!?”
The words are out before I even realize I’ve opened my mouth to speak. Molly and Tara look at me with surprise.
“What? I mean…yeah.” Molly sounds perplexed as she looks at me.
“Come on, you guys,” I say, leaning forward, fed up with the bullshit. “She’s lying! You really think Coach Steele did that? That’s crazy!”
“Why would she lie about that, Katie?” Tara asks me skeptically.
“Because she’s a psycho stalker who’s obsessed with him!”
I was trying to avoid going through all of this, but seeing as how I’m going to have to confess my relationship to them at some point, this seems to be about as good a time as any.
“What are you talking about?” Molly asks.
“If I tell you this, you can’t tell anybody, okay?” I stare them both down with my best intense eyes.
“Okay,” Tara finally says.
“Molly?”
“Okay, okay!” She replies, lifting her hands innocently.
I take a deep breath. “Mrs. Thompson has been stalking Coach Steele, trying to sleep with him, for a long time now.”
“What!” Tara blurts out, covering her mouth with one hand.
“Wait – how do you know all this?” Molly asks, leaning forward. My heart’s already racing, so I just blurt it out.
“Because I’m seeing Coach Steele.”
My words seem to hover in the air at the center of the table as though they both reached Molly and Tara’s address, but were ignored and stamped “return to sender.” All I can do is wait and stare at them while they process. The roar of the noise in the cafeteria seems to grow as I wait, and then finally, when I’m about to explode from the tension, Molly’s jaw just about falls off.
“What!?” She says with that emphatic tone of disbelief.
“Okay – rewind.” Tara says. “You’re seeing Coach Steele?”
“Like…seeing seeing?” Molly clarifies.
“Yes, Molly,” I reply. “Seeing seeing.”
It’s like I just told them my real name is Slakjofian DarJana, the High Queen Priestess of the Dolvarian, an alien race of spiders that transforms into teenage girls.
“Like…fucking?” Molly clarifies again.
I roll my eyes so hard they almost fall out of my head. “Yes, Molly. Fucking.”
“Holy mother of shit-fuck!” Tara just about falls out of her chair as the gravity of my comment finally hits her. Her mouth’s hanging so far open I could probably stare straight down into her stomach if I lifted myself up out of my seat a bit.
“Are you kidding me, Katie?” Molly asks, grasping my arm like I’m about to run away.
“No,” I say proudly. “I’m not kidding. And that’s how I know Mrs. Thompson’s little work of fiction is just that – bullshit.”
“Wait, you’re going to have to pull back a second here,” Tara says, holding her hands up. “You can’t just drop a bomb on us like that without some explanation. How did this happen?”
“Well, I mean…I’ve had a crush on him for a long time,” I muse, thinking back. “And I always saw him looking at me during practice. He was trying to not let me see, but I noticed him checking me out from time to time.”
Each one of his glances replays through my mind like a flipbook and I feel the warm sensation spreading through my stomach.
“And then the other day…on my birthday…” My voice trails off as I remember that day, as he came in behind me and took me, right there in the locker room.
“Yeah!?” Molly urges me on.
“He fucked me in the locker room after practice.”
“What!?” Tara’s yelp draws glances from the tables around us and I have to motion to her to quiet down. “Are you kidding me!?”
“Be quiet, Tara!” I shout in a whisper.
“Are you kidding me?!” She repeats, softer this time. “You had sex with Coach Steele!?”
“More than once,” I say proudly, really owning it now. Somehow their shock and horror makes me even more into my relationship with Coach. I’m special now. I mean, nothing made me feel more special than when Coach claimed me in the locker room after practice, but letting my friends know now is just reinforcing that. Neither of them would ever dream of having a relationship with a teacher, and I guess I’m still a little turned on by the taboo of it all.
“This is…” Molly trails off. “Did he…rape you!?”
“No!” I blurt out, almost the volume of a scream. “What!? Did you not just hear anything I said!?”
“Well, I don’t know!” Molly stammers. “I’m just asking!”
“Well, don’t!” I scold her. “It was all consensual. I wanted it. He wanted me. It was amazing.”
“He took your virginity?” Tara asks, already knowing the answer.
“Mmmhmmm,” I nod. “And you want to know something else? I think I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
Tara and Molly stare, slack jawed.
“I was supposed to start my cycle today.”
The little secret’s been swelling inside of me all morning and I didn’t realize just how much it was exciting me until I said it just now to Molly and Tara.
I’m going to have Coach Steele’s baby.
Most girls my age would be horrified at the thought of getting pregnant, let alone by a man much older than them. But every fiber in my being is sure that this is what’s right for me, and I can’t wait to see the changes my body will go through.
My belly will grow, my breasts will swell. I’ll gai
n some weight, but I know Coach will find it all sexy, and I think that’s what excites me most. I’ll get to see him react to me as I change, explore my body with me, and then when the baby comes, watch him turn into a father and start a family with me.
I realize I’m smiling like an idiot when my eyes meet Tara’s. I just can’t help it when it comes to Coach, and even in a situation like this, I feel like a giggling little girl when I think about him.
“Are you going to keep it?” She asks. My heart just about leaps out of my chest as her words hit me. That thought hadn’t even occurred to me.
“Are you insane!?” I screech back. “Of course not! God, Tara. What are you thinking?”
“Well, excuse me for being freaked out by this!” She replies. “It’s a lot to take in!”
That’s true. I guess I can understand. I don’t know how I expected them to react, and I imagine it’s only a matter of time before they accept what I’m telling them.
“Yes, the answer is yes,” I continue. “Coach and I are in love. I’m pregnant and going to have his baby, and he’s going to the principal today with Mrs. Thompson, who’s going to confess to making the whole thing up – which she did.”
“This is…crazy,” Molly says, but not in a mean way. It’s like she’s accepting it, or at least trying to. “Why did she make it all up?”
“Because she’s wanted him forever,” I say with a sigh. “And Coach caught her sneaking out of her house and cheating on her husband with…” I look around to make sure no one can hear us. “Mrs. Brown’s husband!”
“Oh. My. God!” Tara exclaims, taking a big bite out of each word. “This is huge. Like huuuuuge.”
“I know. But you can’t tell anybody I told you,” I say emphatically. “I don’t know how much Coach wants me to tell everyone about this.”
“So what are you going to do?” Molly asks. “Are you still going to school?”
“I don’t know,” I say, realizing I haven’t made up my mind yet. “But I applied in state just in case.”
“Well, if you’re knocked up you’re not going to be going to school,” Tara scoffs, leaning back in her chair. “That’s for sure.”
A smile comes over my face as I realize this is the first time since the horrible news with Mrs. Thompson that I’ve really been able to look forward to the future and actually think about having one with Coach.
Right now he’s either upstairs in the office or on his way there, telling Mrs. Brown about Mrs. Thompson’s lie, listening to her confess, and it won’t be long before the whole school knows.
Most people will understand. Coach is a popular guy and it’s not too big of a secret that Mrs. Thompson’s a little on the crazy side. If she doesn’t make a full confession, Coach always has the video in his back pocket in case things get dicey again.
I can’t wait to be out of here. I can’t wait for graduation. I can’t wait to be with coach, for my belly to grow, for my breasts to swell and for us to start a family. I had no idea this is what I wanted from life until Coach made his move, and now it seems completely natural.
“Have you told your parents yet?” Molly asks me.
“No,” I reply. “Not yet. I’ve been waiting for all this to blow over.”
“Your dad’s gonna freak,” Tara chimes in.
Tell me something I don’t know!
I’ve been going through the conversation over and over in my mind since our first time in the locker room, and so far I haven’t been able to see a scenario where it goes well. My dad may be a bit oblivious sometimes, but he’s protective, and so is my mom.
Back in middle school when Taylor Johnson pushed me down on the playground because he had a crush on me, I thought my parents were both going to end up murdering his whole family and suing the school into financial ruin. It was only after a long, heated “discussion” with Taylor’s parents that my parents finally backed off. I don’t know what they’ll do if I tell them my new man is not only much older than I am, but is also a coach at my school.
“Yeah, well,” I say slowly. “I’m telling them tonight.”
“I wish I could be there to see that!” Molly laughs.
“Cross your fingers for me,” I joke. “You may never see me again. My dad might kill me.”
After school I head straight home. The rest of the day was uneventful. I know Coach had his meeting with Mrs. Brown, and I hoped I’d bump into him later, but I didn’t see him once. My heart was going crazy and I don’t think I heard a single word anyone said to me all afternoon.
My mind is buzzing with questions as I sit on my bed staring at the door.
Did he tell them? Did she believe him? How did Mrs. Thompson act? Did she double-cross him? Did she lie again? What’s my dad going to say?
But there’s nothing to do now but go downstairs and tell them the whole story.
“Yeah, mom and dad? Not only am I dating an older guy…like a lot older…but he’s also my basketball coach. And oh yeah. I’m pregnant!”
I know some girls at school whose parents would disown them if they came to them with something like that. Cara Morse started dating a college guy when she was sixteen and her mom kicked her out of the house. I don’t know what she thought that would do, because all that happened was Cara moved in with him and they got engaged a month later.
My parents will understand….right?
That’s all I can hope for. That Coach’s conversation with Mrs. Brown went well, that the school understands and people accept it and don’t view him as some sexual predator, and that my parents at least attempt to accept our relationship.
Do I tell them about the baby?
I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant, and I couldn’t be happier, but maybe it’s best to go one step at a time. Tell them about Coach first, and then spring the baby on them.
I can hear my mom getting dinner ready and my dad watching TV. downstairs.
I guess there’s nothing left but to do it.
My heart’s pounding and my blood pressure must be through the roof. My cheeks are hot and I’m fighting a freak out, but with one hard push, I launch myself up off my bed and pace out the door and head downstairs.
It will be okay, I tell myself as I take the first step. It has to be.
Epilogue
I’m sweating.
My heart is pounding and my hair is an absolute disaster. I can feel the flush in my cheeks and the tips of my fingers are tingling. But none of that matters right now, because the love of my life is on top of me.
I stare into his deep brown eyes and my hands clench tighter on his taut muscles with every thrust as he drives his cock into me. He reaches out and grabs my breast with one hand and squeezes. They’ve grown so much during my pregnancy and he’s loving every bit of it.
“I’m so close,” I tell him as he fucks me, slowly and deliberately, making me feel every inch of his hard cock. Our sex has only gotten better during our relationship, and as my belly grew we had to learn new positions, but that only made things better.
I will never grow tired of this man, I think as my pussy clenches down.
“I’m cumming!” I shout.
“Cum for me, baby,” he says with a groan that drives me over the edge. I gasp and clench my arms around his neck as my orgasm explodes from within me like a thousand fireworks. I’m seeing stars and my hands go numb like they always do when I cum.
“Fuck, so am I,” he growls, and I feel his cock explode inside me. We didn’t have sex this morning because he had to go out early for practice, and I can tell he’s been pent-up all day by how much cum shoots out of his cock as he groans and grips me tighter. He squeezes my breast so hard it almost hurts, and I love it. Fucking him is so primal. We’re like two animals in heat for each other.
His sweat drips down on me as we cum together. I squeal with every twitch of his cock as he pumps his cum inside me. Finally, my head slumps back against the pillow as we both come down and I feel his body relax under my arms.
He sli
des out of me and I feel his cum dripping out of me as he collapses down on the bed next to me. Almost out of reflex, my hand goes to the back of his neck and strokes him gently with my fingernails. I can feel his scruff against my neck and the warmth of his breath. He kisses me so gently against my collarbone and I shiver, like I always do.
I’ll never get tired of that, I think with a smile.
His hand goes instinctively to my belly. I’m just over seven months now and so far there haven’t been any problems or complications. After all we went through with Mrs. Thompson, maybe the universe decided to give us a break.
Mrs. Brown accepted the explanation and fired Mrs. Thompson. Most people in town were understanding about the whole thing too. Coach’s reputation was great, so it didn’t take much to convince most people that he was innocent.
But still, there were those parents that didn’t want to risk it and called for Mrs. Brown to get rid of him. She stuck by him, but he resigned anyway to take the burden off of her and the school.
He found a job coaching basketball at the rec center a few towns over and so far it’s been going great. My parents freaked out, as I expected, but got over it pretty quickly once they realized how I felt about him. The pregnancy talk was a little rough, but they’re coming around and we actually have dinner once a week now at their place.
We don’t know the sex yet and I don’t want to find out. I want a boy, but I also want to be surprised. I know Coach will be a perfect father no matter what, but I just want to have a little boy that I can dress up in little superhero outfits and play with him outside, read him stories and teach him about the world.
And I can’t wait to see how Coach is as a father.
“You are so fucking amazing,” he says into my ear. I smile and kiss his cheek as he turns to look at me. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Coach,” I say with a smile.
“Stop that!” He laughs. “Bryce! You have to call me Bryce now! Calling me Coach still is just…weird.”
“Oh is it?” I tease him. “Unless I have my uniform on right?”