The Gift Ch. 02

Liam's quick glance at the clock jolted him to attention -- he was already running late for work. With Aurora in the bathroom, he decided he would simply shower at work. He hastily pulled on a pair of shorts and grabbed a shirt, shoving spare clothes into his gym bag. Rushing towards the door, he called out through the closed bathroom, "Love you, Aurora. See you tonight." With that, he was off to work.

As he drove, his mind was a whirlwind of swirling thoughts. The intense dream from the previous night, the enigmatic woman in the dream with whom he had experienced intensely passionate sex, the confounding discovery of semen on his stomach--a rarity since his teenage years of wet dreams. The abrupt contrast of waking up completely nude only deepened the enigma. He distinctly remembered going to bed wearing boxers and a t-shirt, which should have made the situation even more perplexing. As he navigated through these fragments of puzzlement, his thoughts inevitably drifted to the intimate experience he'd shared with Aurora that very morning. While undoubtedly pleasurable, an undeniable sense of oddity hung in the air. The realization that she had exhibited a new ability--squirting, something she had never done before--added yet another layer of complexity to the situation. Amidst these jumbled pieces, he continued his drive, attempting to unravel the mysteries that had abruptly woven themselves into the fabric of his reality on this Tuesday morning.

Upon arriving at work, a reminder echoed in his mind -- the new volleyball coach would be starting today, a welcomed change from the previous coach. After stashing his belongings in his office, he made his way to the private staff showers in the athletic department. The goal was to wash away both the sweat from his commute and the lingering thoughts that had taken an unexpected hold of him.

Without a moment's hesitation, he swiftly shed his clothes and draped a towel around his waist, heading promptly to the showers. The sound of running water from one stall suggested that someone else was already there. Assuming it was likely another coach, Liam offered a casual morning greeting as he strolled past the stalls. Yet, his surprise peaked when he realized that the person immersed in the water was none other than the new girls' volleyball coach, standing naked. The steam and spray of the shower seemed to playfully dance around her figure, adding an air of confidence and openness to the scene. She turned, her gaze meeting his, and welcomed him with a smile, "Good morning, you must be Liam."

Startled, Liam's cheeks flushed, and he struggled to find his words. "Um, yes, I'm Liam." The sight left him breathless, a mixture of unexpected attraction and the jolt of the situation swirling within him.

Jacy appeared entirely composed, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "Sorry about barging into the men's shower this morning. Women's area's getting some work done," Jacy stated matter-of-factly, her tone direct and intelligent, getting straight to the point." she explained with a nonchalant demeanor contrasting sharply with their shared nudity."

Amidst a swirl of awkwardness and curiosity, Liam managed to find his voice. "No problem, Jacy, right?" His effort to sound composed was flavored with a mixture of fascination and a hint of self-awareness.

A suggestive smile on Jacy's lips as she affirmed, "Yes, I'm Jacy. We've got a meeting later," her gaze briefly shifting towards his groin, a move that momentarily caught Liam off guard.

Struggling to regain his composure, Liam managed to mumble, "Um, yes, we have a meeting first thing this morning. I need to, um, uh, go shower now." Yet, his body betrayed his unease, his erection responding to the unexpected situation by growing increasingly prominent. He came to an abrupt realization when Jacy's gaze shifted downward, her eyes fixating on his bulging arousal.

A wave of embarrassment flooded Liam's cheeks as he looked down, unable to hide his fully erect and pulsating arousal, an undeniable manifestation of his heightened desire. Jacy's voice, filled with amusement, pierced the silence, "If your wife had a penis, she would've had the same reaction to my body last night." His mind was a whirlwind of mortification, and he struggled to find the right words, his thoughts consumed by his own awkward predicament.

In his flustered state, Liam's focus was solely on managing his embarrassment, and he failed to register Jacy's comment about Aurora. Panicking, he stumbled over his words, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I don't, um, this isn't what it looks like." Jacy's response held an enigmatic edge, leaving Liam unsure if she was being genuine or toying with him. "You mean you don't want to fuck me? Well, that does make me a little sad," she mused, her words carrying a subtle undercurrent of sensuality.

"I'm gonna go shower now," Liam stated, his words marking the conclusion of this unforeseen exchange. As he attempted to collect himself, Jacy's voice drifted over from the neighboring stall, extending their dialogue. "You know, it's not every day you're caught with a hard cock in front of a new colleague," she remarked playfully, the sound of water flowing as a backdrop.

Liam's cheeks flushed even deeper at her frank remark, his embarrassment now tinged with a touch of amusement. He cleared his throat and responded, "Yeah, well, it's not exactly how I envisioned starting the day."

Jacy's laughter reverberated in the shower area. "Don't worry, Liam. Your little surprise is safe with me," she teased.

Liam's erection was gradually subsiding as she delved into her role as the new girls' volleyball coach. He felt a twinge of relief, sensing that the conversation might be steering in a direction that would shift his mind from his arousal. As Jacy expanded on her coaching strategies, the team dynamics, and her aspirations for the forthcoming season, Liam found his initial embarrassment ebbing away.

However, his momentary relief was quickly overshadowed. Jacy's conversation took an abrupt detour as she shifted gears to discuss the classes she was teaching in Advanced Adult Education. Her tone grew more intimate, and her words became more explicit, delving into the exploration of desires, techniques to enhance intimacy, and the art of sensual connection. Liam's heart raced again, his body responding involuntarily as his arousal was rekindled by the suggestive details she shared.

The shower's water continued to splash, providing a sensual backdrop for their conversation. Jacy's voice took on an alluring tone as she painted vivid scenarios of couples exploring new dimensions of pleasure. Her words delved into various realms: the incorporation of intimate toys, experimentation with diverse positions, and even the audacious exploration of tantric practices. As she spoke, the water's rhythmic flow seemed to harmonize with her explicit discussion, each droplet echoing the uncharted territories she described.

Jacy traversed the landscape of desire, occasionally delving into experiences such as threesomes, orgies, and the daring escapades of sex clubs. With every word, Liam found himself both captivated and intrigued, especially as Jacy's tone hinted that she was more than a mere instructor--she was a practitioner of the very teachings she shared.

His ache intensified, his cock throbbing as he vividly envisioned the explicit scenarios Jacy described. The warm water mingled with steam, creating a sensuous haze that seemed to mirror the charged atmosphere around him. Jacy's words remained unwavering, fueling the fire of his desires.

His ache intensified, his cock throbbing as he vividly envisioned the explicit scenarios Jacy described. The warm water mingled with steam, creating a sensuous haze that seemed to mirror the charged atmosphere between them. Jacy's gaze remained unwavering, fueling the fire of his desires.

"You see, Liam," she continued, her voice dripping with seduction, "it's about guiding students to break free from the bullshit of societal expectations, transcending inhibitions and stupid beliefs that have held them back. Through these teachings, they forge connections that stretch beyond the boundaries of the physical realm."

Liam's desire coursed through him like wildfire. The steam-laden air blurred fantasy and reality, heightening the intensity. His body became a canvas of yearning, sensations etching a profound ache. He struggled to restrain himself, feeling his cock teetering on the edge of an uninitiated release.

As Jacy's shower concluded and she prepared to leave, her voice shifted, subtle yet commanding. "Remember, Liam," her words carried suggestion, "sometimes surrendering is the ultimate connection." Her presence lingered like an echo in the steamy haze, her words a whispered invitation etched in his mind.

The door shut as Jacy left the shower, yet her presence lingered in his mind, as if she had sent him a command: "cum now." The allure she had woven took hold of his thoughts, and he surrendered to its power. His body tensed as pleasure consumed him, yielding to the urgent need that had been ignited. His cock throbbed with intensity, and a guttural moan escaped him as he released a torrent of cum onto the shower wall. The force of his orgasm surpassed all previous experiences, each pulse of pleasure feeling eternal, every drop of release a testament to his insatiable desire. In the aftermath, he trembled, his body quivering from the profound release that had overtaken him.

Slumped against the shower wall, Liam's chest heaved, his body tingling from the aftermath of his intense orgasm. The echoes of his explosive release gradually faded, leaving him in a daze of satisfaction, his mind attempting to process the surge of sensations that had rocked him. As he caught his breath, a single thought echoed in his mind, "What the fuck just happened?" Beneath the warm streams of water, Liam's labored breaths gradually calmed.

Toweling himself off, Liam's focus shifted downward, scrutinizing his now-flaccid cock. He was taken aback by its appearance -- still swollen, veins prominent beneath the surface. While not fully erect, it seemed engorged, more substantial. His body was manifesting an unexpected aftermath of the rendezvous. Even his balls felt weightier, a tangible reminder of the intense orgasm he had experienced, despite having expelled the largest load he ever had.

Guilt started to seep into the chaos of emotions, tugging at Liam's conscience as reality hit. The weight of his unprofessional actions with Jacy flooded his mind, shattering boundaries he had always upheld. Her allure had led him down an unexpected path of desire, driven purely by the sound of her voice and the provocative nature of their conversation. It was bewildering--how the intensity had escalated to a point where he had experienced an intense orgasm without even a single touch. As he turned off the shower, he couldn't escape the feeling that his own body had betrayed him, and with that betrayal came a sense of infidelity that gnawed at him, as if he had let Aurora down in some unspoken way. Drying and dressing swiftly, he replayed the morning's events, torn between responsibilities and the whirlwind of emotions ignited by Jacy--emotions that almost seemed planted beyond his control.

Leaving the showers, Liam walked back to his office, his embarrassment and guilt growing with each step. He had to prepare for his meeting with Jacy in a few minutes and was desperately trying to push aside the memories. He found himself unable to escape the recollection of her seductive words and her captivating presence. The weight of his unprofessional actions bore down on him, leaving him both regretful and consumed by desire.

Liam entered his office, seeking refuge in the task of organizing papers for the impending meeting with Jacy. It was a way to momentarily divert his thoughts from the intense encounter in the shower. As he shuffled through the documents on his desk, a digital reminder popped up on his computer screen, signaling the upcoming meeting. The reminder evoked a mix of trepidation and anticipation, a reminder of the complex emotions that swirled within him.

Gathering his resolve, he readied himself for the upcoming interaction, understanding the need for professionalism despite the lingering memories of their earlier encounter. With the papers in hand, he walked to her office.

Inside, Jacy was waiting, her demeanor playful and seemingly unfazed by their previous interaction. She sported casual yet enticing attire--volleyball shorts and a tight shirt that accentuated her perky breasts, with a partially zipped-up jacket adding an alluring edge to her appearance. Her athletic physique was evident, casting a magnetic pull on Liam's attention. The sight triggered a blend of discomfort and desire, a tangible reminder of the temptation he had succumbed to.

"Hey there, Liam," Jacy greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she asked, "Ready for our meeting?" Her playful tone carried an undertone that hinted at their earlier intimate encounter in the shower, creating a tension Liam couldn't ignore.

Liam took a breath, trying to regain his composure. "Absolutely," he replied, his voice steady despite the turbulence of emotions beneath the surface. As the meeting commenced, Jacy's approach took an unexpected turn, catching him off guard.

"Since this is my first day, let's keep this meeting light," Jacy began with a chuckle, a gleam in her eye. "Josie will be joining us soon, so let's start with your background. What makes you tick? Hobbies, your journey with your lovely wife... oh, and the age-old question: boxers or briefs?" Her words carried a playful curiosity, a stark departure from the professional decorum Liam had hoped for. The abrupt shift in tone set his heart racing.

Jacy's words flowed seamlessly, delving into questions that left Liam both surprised and flustered. "Favorite position or positions? Any kinks I should know about as well," she continued, her tone light yet provocative. She offered a teasing apology, her amusement evident. "Sorry, just messing with you. I couldn't help it; you still seem a little worked up about what happened in the showers. I think it was kinda cute," she admitted, her candidness drawing a mixture of embarrassment and intrigue from Liam. The mention of the shower encounter brought a flush to his cheeks, and he was torn between amusement and unease.

Jacy's voice softened as she added, "I would say I don't always get that kind of greeting," her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. Her voice lowered even further, her words almost a whisper. "But I'd be lying."

Liam, still struggling to maintain his composure, found himself momentarily lost in his thoughts as Jacy's playful questions continued. He blinked, realizing he had missed most of what she was saying. "Position? Um, probably missionary, I suppose..." he stammered, his cheeks flushing as he registered the context of her question. "Oh, sorry, um maybe I should catch you up with the player roster and any of the injuries the players had last year...if that's okay," he quickly added, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "My mind seems to be a bit flustered this morning."

Jacy's response was a mix of understanding and a lingering playfulness. "Of course, Liam," she said, her tone more relaxed. "I'm all ears for the player roster and injuries. Let's keep things professional." She offered a small, reassuring smile, her mischievousness momentarily giving way to a more businesslike demeanor.

"I will stop messing with you...at least for now," Jacy added with a grin, the twinkle in her eyes indicating that her playful nature wasn't going anywhere. The underlying tension between them, a blend of attraction and unease, seemed to define the dynamics of their interaction, leaving Liam both intrigued and somewhat off balance.

"Hello everyone," Josie's voice filled the room as she entered Jacy's office, her tone carrying a distinct edge of allure that caught Liam's attention. "Sorry I'm late," she continued, her explanation subtly laced with an undertone that seemed to imply more, "I was uh, well, my 'workout' had an extended session this morning. Wanted to make sure I was in peak form before the day kicked in."

Josie's presence in the office evoked a mix of surprise and discomfort within Liam. Having worked alongside her for five years, he couldn't help but notice a striking change in her appearance. While she had always been attractive, something about her seemed transformed now. There was a youthful vitality to her that he couldn't quite explain. Her body, too, bore signs of change. It was noticeably more toned and athletic than just a few weeks ago, her muscles defined in a way that caught Liam off guard. It was as if time had reversed, making her look more like someone in her mid-20s rather than their shared age of 35.

Her choice of attire, consisting of loose-fitting soccer-style shorts and a sports bra, accentuated her newly sculpted physique and left a faint sheen of sweat on her skin. As Liam glanced in her direction, his eyes unintentionally caught a subtle glimpse of something else--something that sent a jolt of surprise through him. It was a fleeting realization, a brief moment when he noticed a small tattoo peeking over the top of the waistband of her shorts. It looked like a heart with wings, but part of it was hidden, leaving him curious and intrigued. His mind raced with a mixture of thoughts, unsure of how to process this newfound awareness as she took a seat remarkably close to him. Her presence and these unexpected changes left him feeling a sense of confusion and arousal, emotions intertwining in a way he had not anticipated.

As Josie settled in, an intriguing fragrance lingered in the air--a subtle blend of sweetness that teased Liam's senses. He couldn't shake the thought that the aroma bore a resemblance to a curious fusion of desire and sugary allure, a combination that both puzzled and fascinated him. The air seemed to carry an unspoken tension, a blend of attraction and curiosity that left Liam grappling with an unsettling mix of emotions. And as his mind churned with thoughts, a line from a song echoed in his head, capturing the essence of the moment: "I smell sex and candy here."

As he attempted to center himself for the meeting, Liam recognized that the vivid discussions of intimacy and desire from earlier, coupled with Josie's intriguing presence, lingered in his thoughts. Jacy's words had left an indelible mark, and he needed to regain his focus. With a determined effort, he thumbed through the papers he had brought, searching for the list of player injuries. This was a matter that required his undivided attention, serving as a reminder to steer his thoughts away from the sensuous distractions that seemed to be enveloping him and return to the realm of professionalism and responsibilities.

"Last year, we unfortunately experienced a higher than usual number of player injuries," Liam began, addressing the issue at hand. "Much of this was attributed to an overly aggressive training program that was implemented by your predecessor, Coach Glena." Josie's frustration was evident as she interjected, her tone sharp and candid. "Coach Glena had some unrealistic expectations for these girls, to put it bluntly--she was fucking driving them nuts. Frankly, I'm not sorry that bitch is gone." Her straightforwardness underscored the impact Coach Glena's coaching style had on the team and highlighted the need for a more balanced approach moving forward.

"Yes, I had my own concerns about her unconventional training methods," Liam chimed in, his alignment with Josie apparent. He couldn't help but observe the unreserved quality in her voice, a departure from her typical manner. Over the course of the five years they had worked together, he hadn't witnessed Josie display such candor.