Oh, and before she retired she was a spokesmodel for a list of brands so long that I can’t even begin to keep count. Makes my two little modeling shoots look amateur, really.
Unfortunately for her, a nightmare of a knee injury two years ago meant a long stint in rehab, and when she tried to come back she just didn’t have the ability to jump and cut the way a basketball player has to any longer, so she retired and turned to coaching. She did her last three quarters of a season in the pros as an assistant coach for her team, and Mount Reston handed her the reins for the women’s basketball program when the slot came open.
Some people complained that the university jumped the gun giving her the head coaching slot after so little time with a clipboard in her hands. In some ways, I agree with them. She’s got no college coaching experience, and only a partial season of coaching experience at all.
But it’s not my place to complain about it, and I hope she does well. If anything, she’s going to bring plenty of media attention to the school. And Mount Reston can really use some good news on the basketball front, mens or womens.
Now though, she’s standing in front of me, her body glistening with a light covering of sweat and looking just as hot as she did in her modeling shots, and I can read the look in her eyes, she’s interested in me.
I’m flattered.
I finish shaking her hand, taking out both of my earbuds to let them dangle off my neck. “Nice to meet you too. Getting settled in?”
“If you mean if I’ve got my office unpacked, no way in hell,” Melissa says with a laugh. “If you mean I’ve met my players and I plan on kicking their asses all offseason workouts, then yeah, I’m doing pretty well. How’s the men’s team?”
“I think we’ll do really well come Signing Day next week,” I say, leaning on the dip bars and smiling. “Feels good, and we should have a good team next year.”
“I bet. I’m just hoping to get to .500,” Melissa says, shaking her head. “Ton of talent, but the old coaches let them get away with so much... never mind. Listen, I’m new in town and I don’t want to interrupt your workout any longer, I can see you’re into it, but I was wondering if maybe tonight after work you’d like to get together, have a few drinks?”
It’s been a long time since a woman asked me out on a date, even if it’s just for drinks. And I’ve never been asked by one who’s as famous as Melissa Kelly, that’s for damn sure. I’m still fuming over being ‘professionally’ dismissed by Denise, so even though I know it’s stupid, I give her a thumbs up. “Sure. Nothing too dressy, though. Maybe we can head out of here around eight?”
Melissa gives me a smile that I’m sure has sold one shitload of Swiss watches and nods. “That would be great, I think I know a decent little bar. Well, let me get back to what I was doing, if I wait too long the knee gets all sorts of wonky on me. I’ll see you later.”
Melissa turns and walks away, giving me a view of a tight ass that probably sold a million pairs of compression shorts too, and I go back to my workout. I don’t know why, but I feel like shit for accepting Melissa’s offer. I mean, Denise said she just wanted to be professional, right? And it wasn’t like we’d actually reached the point of saying we were in a relationship anyway, I’d just teased her about it.
Right?
* * *
I’m still unsure when eight o’clock rolls around and Melissa knocks on my office door, opening it to show that she can change clothes too, wearing a snug fitting Mount Reston polo shirt along with some hip hugging jeans. “Not too dressy, right?”
I shake my head, shutting down my computer where I’ve only been checking e-mails from recruits for the past few hours. To hell with it, I can do that on my smartphone. “Not at all. So where are we going?”
“Just a place I heard about. Come on.”
Melissa drives, and I’m reminded that she’s earned more in her years of professional ball and modeling than I ever will as she steers a brand new cherry red Mercedes SL convertible that purrs as we pull up in front of a nearby sports bar, one that’s upscale enough that most students don’t go to it, although a few of the trust funders still manage to afford the bar tab.
Inside, we find a two person table and sit down, Melissa scooting a bit closer so that I can feel her knee touching my thigh. “So Louden, when the school hired me I did my homework, you’ve been around a few years now. What’s it like?”
I can feel her interest, both from her leg and from the gleam in her eyes. I could tell her I hate my life and sacrifice chickens to the voodoo gods before every game, she wouldn’t care.
Hell, I could probably tell her I was gay and that my favorite recruiting tactic is to give my players blowjobs, and she’s just going to wonder how much work it would take for her to get me to ‘play for her team.’
“I’ve learned a lot from Coach Two Eagles, even more than I did as a player,” I reply, nodding to the waitress thankfully as she brings over beers. I take a deep draw from the Mexican longneck, not my favorite brand but ah well, Melissa’s already kinda made it obvious she’s going to pay for tonight if this keeps up. “It’s a good deal.”
“I bet,” Melissa says, leaning in deep enough that I can feel one of her breasts pushed against my bicep. Seriously, how did this woman play basketball for so long with boobs this big? She’s gotta be wearing a padded bra or something, or maybe she just had the world’s best sports bra for playing time. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Louden. They say you know every position on the court.”
I can read her meaning very clearly, but instead of being interested in what Melissa’s offering, my mind goes back to Denise, the way her hair smelled, the way she moved with me, and I’m just not interested in Melissa at all. Still, I don’t want to make a scene, so I decide to play dumb. “Well, I kind of have to. Billy wants me to become a head coach myself some day, and head coaches have to know both ends of the floor.”
“They sure do,” Melissa says, eyeing the small dance floor in the bar. “Come on, I’ve also heard you know how to work the floor really well.”
She practically drags me out to the wood space, and as the music starts up again she’s grinding against me, her body just two steps short of a lap dance as I lamely try to not piss her off. I know that I should be hard as a rock, I’ve got a world class model rubbing her tits and ass all over my body, but other than a twitch here or there, every fiber of my body doesn’t want to be here.
It’s not the bar, and the music’s fine, but I want to be doing this with Denise. The Friday night we went out, she and I danced, and laughed, and had a really good time. And while Melissa’s damn near grabbed my crotch three or four times, and I’m pretty sure she’s wearing a g-string from the way her asscheeks have bounced against my cock, I’m not enjoying it.
“What’s wrong?” Melissa asks half jokingly after the song ends and we sit down while I drain another half of my beer. “I know your rep, Louden. If you were gay I’d understand, but I haven’t been that insulted about my dancing skills ever.”
“Sorry, I guess it’s been a long day,” I reply lamely. “You dance fine, Melissa.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” Melissa says after a moment. “Next time I’ll make sure not to let you have beer beforehand. Can’t get you whiskeydicked so quickly.”
“Uh... yeah,” I say, before reaching down and touching my phone in my pocket. I pull it out, staring at the screen which I hide from Melissa, and curse. “Shit!”
“What?” she asks, and I shrug. “Don’t tell me.”
“Recruit’s saying he wants to talk. This is one of our key kids, if we lose him I’m going to be looking at another losing season,” I say, getting up. “I gotta take this. Listen, I’ll see you later, Melissa. I’ll grab a cab or something after I get off the phone.”
I feel like a chump as I leave the bar, but at the same time I feel better about myself. I could have closed the deal with Melissa so easily, I probably could have fucked her in the bathroom and she wouldn’t have said no.
But I didn’t, and I know exactly why.
Chapter 14
Denise- Very Unprofessional
After the tension at the last meeting Louden and I had at the Mount Reston’s athletic center, I feel better that he’s coming to my office for this next meeting. It wasn’t for any special reason, just that my last client ended at six forty five and I didn’t want to be up too late, so him coming by at seven is perfect for me.
I’m tired, I’ve slept like hell every day since our last meeting, and I’m hoping that after this, maybe I won’t feel so terrible. I’ve told myself a thousand times over the three days since the last meeting that I was doing the right thing to stop any hint of a relationship with Louden.
The list of reasons why it’s a bad idea are as long as my arm.
He’s a BP, like Cassandra says. What sort of message am I sending if I am seen dating a BP? Love your body... and love the really hot ones of others?
He’s a basketball coach, which means that at least most of the year, basketball comes first and foremost to him. I shouldn’t take second fiddle to anything, let alone a damn leather ball.
He’s a single father, which means that even when basketball isn’t the most important thing in his life, his daughter has to be. Commendable... but I should still be number one in a man’s life.
I’m still trying to make my name as a BoPo counselor. There’s people who look up to me. I can’t betray them now.
Yeah, but you like being with him. Never mind how he makes you feel both in and out of bed.
Shut the fuck up.
You know you liked it. We never came so hard, so often!
I said you shut the fuck up!
I’m still arguing with myself when there’s a knock at the door, and Louden comes in, his green eyes burning with intensity. “Denise...”
I stand up to go over to my small conference table, but Louden grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. I have just enough time to recognize that he’s wearing more sporty gear today when his lips crush against mine, his arms wrapping around me and his tongue invading my mouth.
I’m overwhelmed, and all the reasons I was just telling myself about how keeping it professional with him is the best idea fly out the window as I run my hands over his broad, muscular shoulders and the only worry I have is I pray that my outer office door’s fully closed.
“Where?” he growls in my ear, his hands dropping to knead my ass before he lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around him, my panties already getting wet I’m so turned on. “Couch or table or floor?”
“Table,” I gasp, thrilled at Louden’s strength as he carries me across the conference room to my table, setting my ass on the wood and hiking my skirt up, his fingers pulling my panties to the side to slide into my pussy, making me moan into his mouth as he kisses me again, his free hand finding my blouse and working the buttons loose. I hear a button pop but I don’t really care as Louden’s fingers thrust in and out of my tight, wet folds, curling as he kisses down my neck again to my now freed left breast, sucking hard on my nipple and making my eyes cross it’s so damn intense.
He’s an expert at this, and maybe he likes doing this almost every time, but who cares? He makes me come every time, usually screaming his name.
Heat builds inside me as Louden keeps his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy while his lips and tongue devour my left breast, and when his thumb starts rubbing over my clit I lose it, throwing my head back and crying out as I’m rocked with a thigh shaking orgasm that leaves me barely holding onto the edge of the table I’m so blown away. “Fuck me!”
Louden pulls his fingers from my pussy and lifts his head, pushing my legs up until I’m nearly bent in half, smelling my juices on his hand before he licks them clean and frees his hard cock from his pants. “I plan to.”
The feeling of his thick, mushroom head pushing into my electrified body is galvanizing and inside of me, a little voice chuckles, saying it knew it was right.
Whatever.
I just know that I’m being stretched, filled like only Louden’s ever been able to fill me, and as his hips nestle against the backs of my thighs and ass, my fingers curl again, gripping the table and pushing back into him, encouraging him to go all out. He might be a former competitive athlete, but so am I, and I’m a girl built for this.
Louden doesn’t hold back at all, his powerful hips slamming his big cock over and over into me, my body shaking and jolting with every titanic slap of his hips against my ass. Still, for all his raw, untempered power his eyes are more powerful, staring into my face as he hammers me, his face a mask of ecstasy that I feel deep inside me as well, a tight ball of pleasure that grows with each wet slap and each time the head of his cock rubs over the deep spots inside.
“You....” I grunt, squeezing him and wanting to feel his hot juices inside me, “you’re the best.”
“Never forget it,” Louden growls as he speeds up, his cock a blur of sensation inside me that rises, higher and higher as sweat starts to trickle between my breasts but Louden’s eyes have me trapped, unable to tear my gaze away from him as we build together, the emotions blending with the feelings in my body to capture me.
He reaches down with his hands and entwines his hands with mine, his face open and something in his face I’ve never seen in a man’s face before as we reach the ultimate level, and I’m coming again, crying out his name breathlessly as he shudders, and he mouths my name soundlessly.
His cock swells, and suddenly fresh heat floods my entire womb as he comes, the sensation sending me whirling into tremors of heat and desire, and in this instant I don’t care about BoPo, I don’t care about how the rest of the world might see us... I want him.
The moment fades, and Louden stays deep inside me, the same look on his face. I can’t stand the uncertainty any more, and I clear my throat. “What is it?”
Louden’s fingers tighten on mine, and he looks blinks before he speaks, his voice deep with emotion. “I can’t be just professional with you, Denise. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, I just know that the other night I was at a bar with a woman who asked me out and all I could think of was you. The whole time, all I wanted was to be with you, because you excite me Denise in a way that goes beyond just the physical. You are exciting to me in body and mind too, in a way that I haven’t felt in a long damn time. I don’t want you as a work partner, I don’t want you as some weird FWB setup. I want you.”
The deep passion in his voice moves me, and I nod, sitting up from the table to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him tenderly before I put my head on his chest, feeling his muscles swell as he holds me protectively. “I want to date you too, Louden. I’m scared, there’s a thousand things telling me I shouldn’t, but I want to date you too. But you have to promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asks, and I’m aware of him still being inside me, his cock only half hard now but as my pussy squeezes him without my trying to, he shivers a little, and I feel him start to swell inside me again. Jesus, is he half cyborg or something? I thought only teenage boys could pull this off.
“You have to promise me that the meetings are going to be one hundred percent professional,” I half moan as I wiggle my hips again, and he slides into me a little more, both of us almost pushed beyond the point of no control again. “Please.”
“I promise,” Louden says, his lips twitching in a smile as he starts to slowly stroke his three quarters hard cock in and out of me. “And I like it when you say please.”
I bite my lip, smiling as the warm waves start to radiate up from my pussy again and I raise an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well... please make me come again before we have to start this meeting. I’m a very professional woman.”
* * *
It’s nearly midnight before Louden leaves, after a third huge orgasm followed by Chinese take-out that we eat over discussions of how we’re going to take care of each of the three meetings with the football team next month. There’s so many players
that one group would be too many for us to handle, so we have to split them up.
Business adjourned, we engage in a light makeout session where I promise him, in between little kisses that have the hint of passion but don’t go any further, our bodies are at least temporarily satiated, to go out with him on a date again as soon as we both have the time.
After Louden leaves, I watch the door for a long time before I’m half startled by a chime from the clock on my desk, it is now officially Friday.
“What the hell did I agree to?” I ask myself, shaking my head. I know I can’t tell Cassandra about this, she’d tear me a brand new asshole verbally about it, probably with a lot of comments about ‘faux-rape’ or something along those lines since Louden didn’t get my express written consent before even kissing me the first time.
But still, now that he’s left, I’m feeling a lot of those same questions I had before he knocked come creeping back in. Hell, I’ve got a BoPo meeting at six... well, six o’clock tonight technically, and what would the group say if they knew?
I think for a moment, then go over to my laptop, where during the actual working portion of our meeting, Louden and I made a few tweaks to the PowerPoint for the football team. I minimize it and pull up my Facebook, going through my friends list. It takes me just a moment to find her, one of my original online mentors when I was in my first steps of getting a healthy relationship with my body again.
Sarah Kimball is one of the superstars of the BoPo movement, which sounds strange but it’s true. Funny, quirky, and still holding down a full time job outside of being a BoPo role model, she’s got a podcast that gets a hundred thousand downloads a week and growing.
So when I reached out to her a few years ago, and she accepted my friend request, I’ll admit I fangirled a little. And she still sometimes replies to my comments in some of the groups that we are both members of. Last year when I posted about moving into my office she shared the post, along with a big thumbs up. So it’s not without a little bit of hope that I send her a private message.
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