Coach King Ch. 03bymxwtt©
Here's the third installment of the Coach King series. If you haven't already, I'd recommend you read the first two chapters before you read this one. I'd like to thank everyone for the feedback on the previous chapter, and I hope you all enjoy this one; it was certainly fun to write.
Roy groaned pleasurably, his fingers tangled in Pam's golden locks as she took his cock into her mouth. He'd woken up to find her under the covers, running her tongue along the shaft of his morning erection. Pam's tongue swirled around his bulbous cockhead, masturbating his cock with both hands as she did so. One hand left the shaft to begin fondling his balls. Her saliva coated his cock as she attempted to cram the entire thing into her mouth, relaxing the muscles of her throat to avoid gagging. Pam's fist worked up and down the slick rod as she bobbed her head, repeatedly taking Roy's cock deep into her throat, massaging his balls with her other hand. The intensity and sheer boldness of Pam's antics quickly had Roy approaching the edge, he gripped either side of her head encouraging her to increase the pace, thrusting his hips upward to meet her mouth. Wet sounds of her gagging softly filled Pam's bedroom. Pam let go of his cock leaving only her mouth on his shaft, forcing her to take the entire length into her throat as Roy fucked her mouth. Pam looked up at him with her big blue eyes urging him on.
"Oh God... Pam I'm going to cum!" Roy managed to warn her, never missing a beat.
Pam felt Roy's balls tighten and his body stiffen, and prepared for the inevitable. Roy moaned gutturally as his cock began to spasm between Pam's stretched lips, and began to pump cum deep down her throat. Shot after shot of cum was expelled by his cock, overfilling Pam's mouth as she struggled to swallow it all. Roy's body relaxed, but Pam wasn't done yet. She drew her mouth up and down his still hard shaft, milking out as much cum from him as she could, completely draining his balls. His cum came out in a steady stream, repeatedly filling Pam's mouth. She moaned pleasurably from the taste of his cum as she gulped it down, eagerly swallowing as much as she could draw from him. Once she was sure that he had none left she withdrew, sitting back with her bare ass on her feet between Roy's parted legs.
"Good morning, Roy." She said brightly, wiping up stray cords of semen from her chin into her mouth with her fingers. The morning sunlight illuminated her hair into a golden cloud around her head, making her look like an angel; an angel with Roy's cum on her chin.
"Oh God..." Was all Roy could manage.
"Listen, my mother is going to be here in less than an hour for breakfast, and unless you'd like to meet her, you'd probably better get out of here." Pam continued, smacking her lips.
"Oh, okay. Just let me relax for a sec." Roy said, trying to let his heart slow down before he did anything.
Pam rolled out of the bed, and began to search for something to wear. Roy watched as she fluttered around the room, admiring her beauty. Her body had been well maintained after high school, she had told him that she still swam regularly and it showed; there wasn't any excess fat on her. Every curve flowed seamlessly into the next. Roy was disappointed when she eventually settled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a red tank top and began to pull them on, ending his ogling session.
"So, I guess you're heading back to Hartford today?" She asked as she dressed.
"Yeah, I need to get home and settle my divorce." Roy said, feeling strange by saying that. The situation felt even more alien in light of the blowjob he'd just received; made even stranger by the fact that it had come from a woman twenty years his junior. He sat up, and began to search for his own clothes. He found his pants first, and pulled them up as he watched Pam leave the room and enter the bathroom.
"Do you have an email address?" She called over the sound of running water.
"Ah, yeah. I'll write it down for you."
"Good, we'll keep in touch while you're away. I'll send you some lesson plans from previous years for your PE and biology classes, and the state curriculum requirements for a twelfth grade anatomy class. Unfortunately we haven't had one for a while, so you're probably going to have to do the planning for that pretty much from scratch." Pam said, poking her head out through the bathroom door, running a brush through her hair.
"That'd be great." Roy said, zipping up his fly and doing up his belt.
"Also, you're going to need a place to live. I can look around for you, and send you a few options if you'd like." Pam said, her words garbled by the toothpaste in her mouth.
"Oh, okay. Thanks a lot." Roy said; it was nice to have someone looking out for him.
Pam came out of the bathroom, and crossed over to Roy who was buttoning up his shirt. She stood up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss firmly on his lips. The kiss was wonderfully affectionate, and it pleased Roy that they'd become comfortable with each other so quickly. Seeing her dressed so casually was a little strange for Roy at first, he'd only seen her in a gown or pant suit before (or nothing), but he decided he liked her this way better, it advertised her natural beauty.
"Don't mention it. It's too bad you have to leave so early." She sighed, looking up at him.
Roy smiled. "We'll have plenty of fun when I get back." He told her.
Pam kissed him again, this time it lasted longer and seemed to have an increased urgency to it.
She wants to go for another round.
Roy pushed her back gently, "Didn't you say something about your mother?" He asked glancing at the clock radio on her bedside table; it read 8:48 am.
Pam gave a rather uncharacteristic grunt of frustration. "You're right. She'll be here in ten minutes. You'd better get going."
The pair made their way downstairs, and kissed once more at the door before Roy left.
"Bye." Roy said.
"Remember, keep in touch." Pam said with a smile, and closed the door behind him softly.
Roy returned to the Waterfront Inn to collect his belongings. The previous night had been paid for in advance, and although he hadn't spent it there Roy didn't think he'd wasted the money. He checked his phone to find that a series of increasingly panicked messages from Helen, and immediately his positive buzz vanished.
Shit. He thought to himself. He'd hadn't shown up for their meeting yesterday. I'll stop by at her place on my way out of town. She said she'd be home alone all weekend. Roy had a few important things to do before he left Riverside. First, he had to make that phone call to Mike that he'd been planning on making the previous day. Going down his contact list he put the cursor over his name, and braced himself for the whirlwind that was Mike Kaufmann.
"Hello?" Mike answered in his gruff voice.
"Mike? It's Roy, I ah... I need a hand." Roy said.
"Roy? Roy King? Jesus Christ man it's not even ten, on a Sunday!" Mike muttered miserably.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Listen... me and Lorie are getting a divorce..." Roy started.
"Wait? You and Lorie? What the hell happened, I thought you'd never leave her."
"Well, it was a long time coming really. You know we've had a rough time of it; recently it's just been getting worse and worse. I broke it off, and then she called drunk a couple days ago, and left a message telling me that she'd been fucking this guy from work." Roy was surprised by how easily he talked about the subject, it was like he wasn't really in the situation, just sort of an outsider watching his life.
"Well, all I got to say is finally. That bitch has been doing her best to ruin you for the last fifteen years." Mike replied candidly.
"I need to get the divorce proceedings started as soon as possible." Roy said, "I want to get this over with"
"Absolutely, I'll give you a hand with those. Where are you staying?"
"Right now I'm in Riverside at the Waterfront Inn."
"Riverside? Where the hell's that? What are you doing there?"
"You get the job?"
"Yeah, no trouble there. I'll be moving here in time for the school year."
"Well you can stay with me in the meantime. I'll have Joyce set up the pool house." Mike replied.
Mike was a highly successful lawyer, his specialty was civil suits but he made his money representing pretty much anyone. He'd amassed a fortune over the years, and had remained unmarried, he vowed to be a life-long bachelor. Joyce was his live in maid/personal assistant, a severe looking woman in her mid-sixties. He and Roy had been roommates in college, and they had remained good friends.
"Thanks a lot Mike. I'll probably be back in Hartford by about 7 o'clock."
"Sounds good, you head over here and I'll start drafting up the necessary paperwork, and we can go through it together tomorrow morning."
"Alright, thanks a lot Mike."
"Not a problem man, I owe you for introducing you two in the first place." Mike replied.
Mike and Lorie had been classmates in college, both were doing their undergraduate studies before entering law school. The two of them had been introduced by Mike, who wanted to date Lorie's roommate, Karen.
"Yeah, well. I don't think anyone could have predicted the outcome."
"I guess. Well, I'll see you tonight."
"Thanks again Mike."
Mike ended the call. Roy decided to go get his car's A/C repaired before he set out on his journey home, the day was lining up to be another scorcher. So Roy left, waving goodbye to the Inn's owner as he walked by his office. He found George's Repair Shop just as easily as Kayla had told him he would yesterday. And, as promised, she was there standing behind the receptionists counter. She looked exhausted however, with dark rings beneath her eyes; she looked very surprised to see him.
"Hello." Roy said brightly.
Kayla gave him a piercing look of disdain, hardly the response Roy had been expecting. He'd thought the two of them had hit it off yesterday.
"Hello Mr. King, how may I help you today?" She asked with pointed politeness.
Roy frowned, "Ah... Well we talked yesterday, and you said that your stepdad could fix my car's A/C...."
"One moment please." She said, turning and leaving the little office area through a door behind the counter.
Roy shifted uncomfortably, pondering the Kayla's mysterious transformation. What did I do to piss her off?
A portly man with a bald head came through the door, followed by the haggard looking Kayla.
"Hello, I'm George!" The man said friendlily. "How can I help you today?"
"Well, the A/C in my car isn't working, and Kayla told me yesterday that you might be able to fix it for me."
"Of course, it probably just needs a recharge. I'll take a quick look, it's the black Volvo?" He said, taking Roy's keys.
"Excellent, I'll take a look, you can stay here. Kayla will keep you company." George said, oblivious to the tension between this man and his stepdaughter. He left the reception area before Roy could protest.
"You can sit there." Kayla said, pointing to a cushioned row of chairs by the window.
Roy followed her directions, wondering how he'd managed to make an enemy out of her. He sat there watching her work. Despite her obvious tiredness, she worked with a brisk efficiency, typing away at a computer, completely ignoring his presence. Despite the hostility she directed toward him, Roy found himself ogling her as he had the previous day. He couldn't see much of her body behind the counter so he admired her face. Despite looking tired she looked beautiful, her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she wore a fitted blue shirt with a collar as her uniform, her name sewn in in golden thread. Her small breasts thrust out proudly, wonderfully round and perky.
Roy cleared his throat "Umm... what are you doing?" he said, trying to get some sort of conversation going. The silence was immensely uncomfortable.
"I'm preparing an order." she said simply, not offering any further information. The pair stewed in the tense silence for a few more minutes, the only interruption was Kayla's occasional yawns, which despite his nervousness Roy found adorable. George returned, causing the bell connected to the door to ring, and Roy to jump.
"Alright, so it does just need a recharge. I can do it for you now if you'd like, it will only take an hour or so." He said.
"Oh, okay." Roy said. The thought of remaining in this awkward situation wasn't particularly appealing, but Roy really didn't have a good reason to leave.
George left once again, leaving Kayla and Roy alone once more. Kayla continued to pretend as though he wasn't there, and Roy continued pondering what he could have possibly done to warrant this kind of treatment. He couldn't figure it out, so he decided to take a dangerous step, knowing he was setting himself up for something.
"Umm... Kayla. What did I do? Why are you not talking to me?" He asked.
"I don't know what you mean." She said curtly, continuing to type at a furious pace, her fingers hammering into the keyboard.
"Well, it's just yesterday we seemed to be getting along fine, but now..." Roy said.
"Listen," she said, taking her hands away from the keyboard, she rubbed her temples as if she had a headache, "I don't want to get in trouble with George for yelling at a customer so it's best if I just shut up, because once I get started I won't be able to stop. I'm exhausted and I'm really not in the mood for this."
"What did I do?!" Roy demanded, frustrated by the mysterious change in her attitude towards him. He'd helped her yesterday at the gas station hadn't he? She hadn't noticed him eying her had she? What was going on?
"You fucked my best friend and then left her on the curb. That's what you did, asshole." Kayla hissed, her grey eyes locking on his dangerously.
Roy felt his heart drop. Helen. She's talking about Helen. He thought, his next thought was, Oh God, Helen, you told her about us?!
"You met her, gave her a sop story about your wife leaving you, let her think you liked her, then ditched her after you got what you wanted." Kayla continued venomously, unable to hide her emotions. Her protective instinct for Helen was kicking in, and Roy was lining up to get an ass kicking if he didn't do some quick damage control.
"That's not how..."
"Just shut up, I don't want to hear your excuses. I know what guys like you are like; my mom dated enough of them before she met George. They met her, and dated her, fucked her, but once they realised she had a little kid they took off. You're a predator, going after the weak and the vulnerable. It's just real low, taking advantage of such a tender girl."
Kayla wasn't shouting, but somehow that made it worse for Roy.
"Listen, I'm going to see her before I leave town. I swear, the whole thing was just a misunderstanding." He said defensively.
"Oh sure, I'll believe that when I see it." Kayla spat, turning back to her work.
"Here, I'll prove it to you." Roy pulled out his phone, going to Helen's number on his contact list, and pushed the centre button.
"Hello?" An uncertain and tired voice answered on the other end, her voice coming out over the speakerphone.
"Helen, listen. I'm here at the auto shop with Kayla. I got tied up last night, but I'm going to come see you in about an hour."
"Kayla? What? How? Roy?" Helen said groggily.
"I'll be there in less than two hours alright?" Roy asked.
"Roy?" She asked again, becoming more aware of her surroudings.
Roy closed the phone, not giving Helen a chance to protest.
"There you go. Satisfied?"
"You'd better actually show up. If I have to spend another night consoling her because you didn't, I'll find you, and do the girls of the world a favor by cutting your dick off, got it?" She said.
That explains why she looks exhausted. Roy gulped, feeling ludicrously intimidated by this petite teenager "I will. I promise." Strangely her take charge attitude somehow made her even more attractive.
"Alright then. Just remember, I've got your address right here." She said, pointing to the work order he'd been made to sign before George had touched his car. Her posture relaxed to her natural stance, like a strain had been lifted from her shoulders.
The tension between them slowly dissolved, and eventually the two had each other laughing about stories from school. Being a teacher and a coach Roy had accumulated many amusing anecdotes about his experiences, and he shared some of the best ones with Kayla, who in turn shared the school gossip with Roy. This could prove to be invaluable information; giving Roy an advantage over his new coworkers if they proved to be hostile.
"Who's the 'mean' teacher?" Roy asked. Every school had one, the teacher that nobody, sometimes not even the other teachers, liked.
"Mr. Foerster" Kayla replied immediately, "He teaches physics and calculus, he's really awful but they keep him because he's the only one qualified to teach those classes. He was an engineer or something before he started teaching. He coaches the rowing teams, Helen says he's like a drill sergeant. Though they get along, but then everyone loves Helen, especially since..."
Before she could continue further, and Roy could ask any more questions George re-entered the reception office.
"You two getting along?" George asked cheerfully, knowing that everyone loved Kayla; that was the main reason why he had her work in the reception office. That and most of his guys couldn't work a computer to save their lives.
"Everything's good to go. I topped off the fluids for you too, no charge." He said with a grin.
"Thanks." Roy said brightly.
He handed Kayla the invoice for the job, and left once again.
"Total comes to... $130."
Roy handed her his credit card, and took the receipt she offered him.
"See you later." She said with a smile.
"Yep, goodbye." Roy called as he left.
"Good luck, and remember!" Kayla mimed a sawing motion, smiling pleasantly.
"I'm going I promise!" Roy said, not sure whether she was serious or playing with him, maybe a bit of both.
As Roy drove to Helen's house he began to feel increasingly apprehensive.
How do I explain ignoring her for two straight days? He wondered. He pondered the problem as he drove, the now working A/C at full blast. As he got closer to her house, his alibi began to take shape, and by the time he reached the dirt driveway leading up to the white farmhouse that Helen called home, he had a story ready for her. He only hoped Helen didn't press him too hard, he really wasn't a good liar. The only lies he'd ever been able to make convincingly were to parents when they asked questions like 'So what do you think of (insert name of child)?' at parent teacher meetings, but that was a part of the job, and brutal honesty wasn't always the best policy, not if he wanted to keep his job.
He felt guilty for lying to Helen, but there was no way he could tell her the full truth of what he'd been up to for the past two days. Roy reached the end of her driveway, and feeling a bit like a lamb about to be slaughtered he killed the engine and walked up to the wooden porch. Climbing the steps, Roy approached the door raising his fist to knock. The door opened before his fist made contact.
"Helen..." Roy started, but a pale blur and then an explosion of pain on the left-hand side of his face interrupted him.
She slapped me! Roy thought indignantly, but then softened his opinion when he saw her. Her hair was a tangle of light brown and blonde drawn out by the sun. Her skin was beautifully tanned, telling Roy that she must have spent a considerable amount of time in the sun recently.