Coach King Ch. 10

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She was mad. Furious. Filled with anger towards Roy, towards her mother, towards the universe for burdening her with so much pain. What had she ever done to deserve so much hardship? Why was she punished over and over again? Why couldn't Roy see that she already knew what she wanted? That she loved him? It all made her enraged. So, when they found themselves back on campus, jetlagged and tired from their trip, Helen suggested they go one of many New Year's Eve parties that were taking place across campus.

"Seriously?" Chloe asked.

"Yes," Helen replied with dead certainty.

"Maybe we'll run into Danica," Chloe said.

Danica was Chloe's current fascination, she'd broken up with Carrie shortly before final exams had begun in December and was looking to start the New Year off right. The girls went up to the dorm and got dressed for the party, Helen wearing a short black skirt and a matching top that revealed an ample amount of cleavage. Chloe put on an equally sexy outfit before noticing Helen's attire.

"Wow, what's up with you?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing, we're going to a party aren't we?" Helen asked.

"Yeah, but I haven't seen you dress up since... Well Prom I guess," Chloe replied.

"Might as well have some fun right?" Helen said.

Chloe looked at her, "Are you alright Helen?" she asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Are we going now or what?" she asked.

Chloe looked at Helen searchingly, "Did something..."

"Oh for God's sake, I just want to have a good time alright? I'm not this crystal doll you have to coddle, I know what I'm doing," Helen said irritably.

"Fine," Chloe said, becoming equally annoyed.

They left their room and went up to floor five, the perpetual party floor. Electronic music blared, the heavy bass rumbling through the stairwell as they climbed up. Eric would be there, he wanted her, he wouldn't refuse her, and he hadn't abandoned her. They were late joining the party, and most of the guests were already partially intoxicated. Chloe and Helen's usual routine went out the window as soon as they entered when Helen just left Chloe to find Danica or whoever else she recognized, and went in search of Eric. Chloe was too frustrated to complain, so she headed off toward the drinks table. Helen found Chris first, at 6'5 and over two-hundred pounds of pure muscle he was hard to miss.

"Chris!" Helen shouted over the music.

He turned, "Helen! Hi, how was your break?!" he shouted back.

"Good! Where's Eric?!" she yelled.

"Over there!" Chris replied, gesturing over to the other side of the room.

Eric was talking to a girl Helen didn't recognise. He was laughing at something she'd said as Helen approached. Eric's eyes widened and his smile broadened when he saw Helen approach.

"Helen, hi!" he said in a raised voice.

The shouting was starting to get tiresome.

"Hey," Helen replied.

"This is Carmen!" Eric told her, introducing the girl he'd been talking to.

"Nice to meet you!" Carmen shouted.

"You too!" Helen said, "Eric, can we find someplace quiet? I want to talk to you."

Eric's eyes widened, "I... uh, yeah for sure."

Helen might have felt bad if she hadn't been so absorbed in her own troubles. She'd essentially walked over and stolen Eric from this girl who seemed reasonably nice, and on New Year's Eve. It was the sort of move Helen hated from girls. But Eric had chosen her, and somehow that made her feel good. It was a sort of vindication, a reassurance that people did want her, and proof that Roy was an idiot for not seeing her. Eric led her through the mob of people and down the hallway, the music falling to a muffled boom as they entered his room.

"So what did you want... hmph."

Helen kissed him, practically attacking him with her mouth. Eric stood shocked, not understanding what was happening, but Helen kept up her assault until his mouth opened and her tongue entered his mouth. He moaned into her mouth and Helen melted against him, her large breasts pressing against his chest. Eric had wanted her for months, had been trying over and over to make this happen. Helen pushed him to his bed and pulled her shirt over her head, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Eric's eyes widened in awe as she reached around and undid the clasp of her bra, baring her breasts to him before straddling his legs and kissing him once more.

"I want you to fuck me," Helen told him, "I want you to make me feel good."

Eric moaned into her mouth, everything was moving so fast, everything was so surreal. Where had this come from, who was this girl? This wasn't Helen, but it was, it was her lips, her body, her voice. She'd broken, he thought, he'd finally worn her down and now she was desperate for him. It had just taken the Christmas break for her to realise it. He kissed her back, running his hands up to her breasts. He squeezed them and Helen cried out in discomfort.

"Too hard, be gentle," Helen instructed before resuming the kiss.

It wasn't working, she was turned on, she was ready to go, but the sadness wasn't going away. More, Helen thought to herself, I need more. She pushed Eric down onto his back and reached down to undo his belt buckle. Holy crap, Eric thought to himself, this is happening, this is totally happening.

"Do you have a condom?" Helen asked as she ripped his pants off of him.

"In the bottom drawer of my desk," he replied.

He had a moments reprieve before Helen came back, square packet in hand.

"Don't worry, it'll be good," Helen said, reassuring herself more than him.

His cock was already fully erect, average size and length by Helen's fairly limited knowledge. It's not like Roy's, she thought to herself. But he was younger, he'd have more stamina. He'd be better, Helen assured herself. She ripped open the packet and pulled out the condom. She sheathed Eric's shaft in the latex before standing and removing her skirt and panties. Eric hardly had an opportunity to look at her before Helen straddled his torso, positioned his cock at her entrance, and sank down onto it.

"Oh fuck!" Eric moaned pleasurably.

Helen leaned forward, bracing herself on the brick wall in front of her. She rocked back and forth in his lap, his cock lodged inside her tight pussy. Eric stared up at her, watching her breasts sway as she gradually increased the pace. His was the first cock she'd had in months, and it felt good. On a basic level Helen found her body responding to his, a slight warmth that spread through her body. She increased her pace, finally starting to really feel something, a possibility of an orgasm, though far off, blooming inside.

Then he came.

Helen couldn't believe it, Eric couldn't believe it, but less than five minutes in he'd cum. He gripped her waist and held her down tightly to him and Helen felt his cock pulse inside her. Disappointment ran through her, she'd gone too fast, done too much too quickly and it'd overwhelmed him. Suddenly she felt mad, not at Eric, but at herself for letting this happen, for doing this with him, for doing this to him. She could see the embarrassment in his face as he came down from his orgasm, and she felt frustrated.

"I..." Eric began.

"It's alright," Helen said as nicely as she could, trying to not let her frustration with herself to bleed into her voice.

"That's never... I mean..."

"I'd better go," Helen said, standing up and pulling her skirt back over her legs.

"Are you sure? I mean I could..."

"No Eric, it's fine. Happy New Year," she said as she pulled her shirt back on.

Eric watched in silence as she slipped her shoes onto her feet and grabbed her underwear and bra before leaving. He lay back in his bed, pounding his fist against his forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He yelled himself.

Helen fled down the hall to the staircase, mercifully not having to walk through the party on her return. She made it to her room without incident and threw herself into bed, heaving into her pillow. Helen felt sick, disgusted with herself. She cried hard, something she hadn't done in months, everything catching up to her. She missed Roy, she missed him desperately. Even worse, she missed Kayla. She needed her so bad right now, but she was gone. Helen cried, and cried, her body convulsing with sobs, her mascara staining her pillowcase as tears flowed freely from her eyes. She felt paralyzed, unable to move as this great sadness was expelled from her body.

She loved him, she knew she loved him, and he loved her. That's why he'd done this, not to punish her, not because he hated her, Roy had done this because he thought he wasn't enough. He'd told her over and over, knowing that he'd cause her pain. She had to talk to him, she had to call him. To hear his voice, to have him reassure her that everything she'd once known was still true. It'd be well past midnight in Riverside, but she didn't care. Helen needed to talk to him. With shaking hands and vision blurred by tears she went to her phone. As she was about to type in the number she was suddenly interrupted by a flurry of red and brown hair, Chloe with her lips locked with Danica's as they burst into the room.

The pair collapsed onto Chloe's bed, their hands all over each other. Chloe was on her back, and Danica began to make her way down her body, pulling Chloe's panties down from under her skirt. It was Danica who spotted Helen first. She cried out in surprise.

"What?" Chloe asked and then turned, her eyes widened, "Helen? I thought you were..."

Seeing the dark mascara tracks of Helen's tears she sprang away from Danica, getting to her feet and facing Helen.

"I have to call him," Helen said tearily.

"Oh God, is she always moping around? How do you deal with her Chloe?" Danica asked.

Chloe turned, glaring down at Danica.

"Get out," she said.

"What? Everyone knows it. She's crazy, we all hear her cry in her sleep. Doesn't it drive you insane?" Danica asked.

"I said, get the fuck out. Now!" Chloe shouted.

She grabbed Danica by the shoulders and heaved her off of the bed and shoved her towards the door.

"Fuck you Chloe! And fuck you Helen!" Danica shouted.

Chloe slammed the door in her face and then turned to Helen.

"I'm so sorry," Chloe said.

"Do people really think I'm crazy?" Helen asked, wiping the mascara off of her cheeks as best she could.

Chloe shifted nervously, "Not really. Just... you know... a bit shy?"

Helen laughed humorlessly, "Great, now I'm an eccentric to go along with everything else."

"Well... I mean, you do spend a lot of time alone," Chloe said.

"And what? Meeting a new girl every other week is a good thing? Should I be fucking everything that moves like you?" Helen asked.

"I don't do that," Chloe replied as calmly as she could.

She could take it, she could take this. Helen was just angry and frustrated, she was lashing out. Chloe kept telling herself this so she didn't say something she'd regret.

"Don't you? How many girls has it been? Four steady at least and a bunch of throwaways," Helen asked.

"Helen, what happened with you and Eric?" Chloe asked, ignoring Helen's anger.

"We fucked!" Helen exclaimed, "Is that so wrong? Does that make me a slut? I wanted him, he wanted me, I..." Helen started to cry again, feeling horrible. A sick pit developed in her stomach.

"I'm sorry Chloe," she sobbed, she wasn't good at being angry. She could never sustain it for long, even after she'd found out Dave had cheated on her with Karen back in grade eleven she'd only been able to hold on to her anger long enough to break up with him and end her friendship with Karen. After that she'd been all tears.

The anger drained away, all Helen felt now was remorse. She buried her face in her hands and her shoulders shook. Chloe sat down beside Helen and pulled her into a hug. Helen rested her head on Chloe's chest and shook gently as the last of her sobs left her. Finally the tears stopped flowing and Helen stared ahead of her.

"I should never have come here," Helen said sadly.

"What do you mean?" Chloe asked.

"It's not fair for you to have to deal with this stuff. Do you want to know why I haven't dated anyone?" Helen asked.

"Because you're hurting over Mr. King and Kayla?" Chloe offered.

Helen shook her head, "It's because I'm know he's wrong. I won't find anyone I love more than him, and all I'll end up doing is hurting the other person. I'll choose him in the end, I know I will, there's no doubt in my mind."

"So you're cloistering yourself like a nun? So you don't hurt people?" Chloe asked.

Helen nodded.

"Well that's stupid," Chloe said.

A flash of anger went through Helen, "What do you mean?"

"You don't have to fall madly in love with every person you date. Helen, instead of thinking of your eventual relationship with Roy as a reason to hide from people, you should think of it as being liberating. Think about it, you've found someone who you're prepared to spend your entire life with. That's amazing. But that doesn't mean you can't see other people while you're separated," Chloe said.

"But I can't love more than one person at once," Helen said.

Chloe frowned, "You did with Kayla remember. Besides, physical intimacy doesn't mean there's romantic love between the two people. There has to be trust, and mutual affection but love like you seem to be describing isn't always a part of it. I love you Helen, but I know we'd never be able to spend our whole lives together. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't show you how I feel."

"You're not Kayla," Helen said.

"I know," Chloe replied, "I'm not trying to replace her Helen."

"I'll choose him. I'll hurt you," Helen said.

"You won't. I understand," she replied.

"You'll hate me," Helen protested.

"I couldn't."

Helen's nose was filled with the scent of Chloe's perfume, the sweet scent wafting up her nostrils intoxicating. Everything slowed down for a moment. Chloe leaned down, her deep blue eyes staring into Helen's. As she'd been the first time they'd kissed Helen was captivated by those blue orbs, so dark they almost seemed violet in the right light, with green and grey flecks. Chloe's hand brushed against Helen cheek softly, pushing aside her hair as she pulled Helen towards her. Helen closed her eyes and felt their lips connect, and it felt good, it felt so good. Their lips parted and their tongues met tentatively, circling each other slowly. Their saliva mixed, and Helen cupped the back of Chloe's head, her fingers combing through her long hair.

Chloe pressed on Helen's shoulder and she laid back, the taller girl lying on top of her as they continued their kiss. Her hand went to Helen's thigh and she moaned softly into Chloe's mouth as her other hand reached under her shirt and to her bare breasts beneath. Chloe's touch was gentle but firm, she adjusted her grip on Helen's breast almost imperceptibly based on the slightest feedback from her body. Helen realised suddenly that Chloe's touch was like Roy's, her hands were much smaller and softer, but the technique was the same. Chloe squeezed the tit, running her fingernail around the areola that capped it before flicking her thumb across the hardened nipple. Helen purred into her mouth happily, their tongues searching each other's mouths desperately.

Chloe ran her hand along the outside of Helen's thigh steadily, the contact intimate and strangely exciting. Having Chloe's hands on her was exhilarating, it was exciting, and it felt right. Chloe pushed Helen's shirt above her breasts and lowered her mouth to them, her tongue circling around each stiff nipple before sucking one into her mouth. Helen's hands went to the back of Chloe's head, her nails raking along her scalp gently as she kissed Helen's stomach. Chloe shifted and knelt on the floor beside the bed, then hiked Helen's skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked pussy to her. Helen shuddered in excitement when Chloe kissed up along her inner thigh, her lips pressing gently into the soft flesh before they made contact with the shaved lips of Helen's pussy.

There was a loud bang outside and the two jumped. The first was followed by a series of quick bangs and a crackling. A cheer went up around the campus and they realised what it was. Fireworks.

"Happy New Year, Helen," Chloe said smiling up at her.

Helen leaned forward and the two shared a passionate kiss before Chloe pulled away. She dove back in between Helen's thighs and her tongue resumed its exploration of her pussy. Helen's head tilted back, her mouth agape and eyes shut tight in pleasure. Her hands combed through Chloe's hair, luxuriating in the softness of it as her agile tongue darted around Helen's opening and up to her clit. Helen cried out pleasurably, her body felt hot, and an intense tingling sensation developed between her thighs which gradually spread outward to her extremities. Chloe moaned pleasurably into Helen's pussy, savoring the taste, having lusted over her for nearly a year, and now finally it was happening.

"Get up here," Helen said.

Chloe looked up at her and did as she said. Helen pulled Chloe's shirt over her head and brought her mouth to her tits, kissing the large swells and swirling her tongue around the pink nipples like she'd done to hers earlier. Chloe pulled her back up into a kiss, their mouths melding together as they kissed desperately. There was no more guilt, no more uncertainty, they wanted each other in this moment and they could have each other. Helen rolled and flattened herself on top of Chloe, their lips staying locked as she ran her hands along Chloe's body. She felt the swell of her breast, the softness of her porcelain skin, and the warmth of her stomach. Her hands examined every new detail, studying every dimension of the girl that lay beneath her.

Chloe was doing an examination of her own, her hands running along Helen's back, her skin was incredibly soft. Further down she grabbed Helen's bare ass cheeks, feeling the firm orbs mold to her hands as she squeezed them. Helen's hips thrust forward, her pussy dragging along Chloe's exposed thigh. Chloe pushed upward against Helen's leg, their kiss continuing as they dry humped each other. Helen's thrusts became more rapid, forcing her leg more firmly into Chloe's wet pussy as she ground herself into the toned limb. The kiss became difficult to maintain as both girls approached their climax, eventually they gave up, moaning freely as they ground against each other desperately.

Helen arrived first, her body quaking on top of Chloe's and a moan torn deep from her throat expelled a quarter of an inch from Chloe's ear as her orgasm hit her hard. Her thrusts became jagged and forceful, the sporadic nature of her movements set Chloe off too. She stiffened beneath Helen, and drove her hips upward, her nails digging into the flesh of her ass as she did. The two girls moaned and thrashed together, an orgasmic chorus to go with their erotic dance. Their limbs were tangled, their bodies forced against one another as wave after shuddering wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over their quivering forms.

Helen's thrust grew weaker, as did Chloe's, and the two girls lay in their partial embrace, Helen's naked body pressed against Chloe's mostly naked one. They kissed, giggling to each other in the euphoria of their post-orgasmic state. Intense happiness and relief washed over Helen. She'd spent months worrying about what she should do, worrying that if she did nothing she'd grow to resent Roy, that she'd hate him for his insistence on separation. She hadn't understood his intentions at first, she'd heard his words but hadn't registered their significance. He'd given her up, willingly set her free from the fate he foresaw for them. But he was wrong, their future wasn't bleak. They'd have many good years together, time enough to have children, to love each other, for Helen to grow fat and happy with him. He'd likely die before she did, but she was prepared for that. She loved him and he loved her, and that's what mattered most.

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