That’s when I started seeing him as a young man and not a kid. I also got the feeling he had a crush on me, with all that attention. I figured t...at he fantasized about me, lying awake at night, jerking off; dreaming about having sex with me. (I’m getting wet.) That’s why that one crazy July day I decided to see how far he’d go. I chose a time where it was the slow part of the afternoon, and deliberately parked my car at the far end of the parking lot, with no cars. I quickly flash on and off the light. "Coach Riley," I whisper. He chuckles, "Didn't you want me? I'm here now." I feel awkward in my own skin as I stand there in the dark. "This is the only way you'll ever get to feel my cock up your tight ass Dave. Wouldn't you like to know how it feels?" "No," I say. "Yes...I don't know." "You sound confused, why," he asks, softly, standing up. "Because I..." I shake my head, "I've got a girlfriend...and I like her...and everything." "But aren't you. She came up for air, and murmured, “So…fucking…hard.” I pulled her up to her feet, and kissed her again. No sweetness this time, our tongues fighting for possession of the other’s mouth. Shayla broke away, breathing hard now, and shrugged off her coat as I kicked off my shoes and socks and jumped out of my pants. When I glanced at her legs she said, “The boots stay on. I’m not gonna be here that long anyway.” Shayla turned and climbed onto the bed, and I got my first look at her. The woman turned Danni's head and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. She then softly patted her shoulder and whispered "Til later, sweetheart." Danni could sense that another man had gotten into position behind her as the woman moved away. He reached down and began to stroke her outer pussy lips. He was using the right amount of pressure, not too hard but not too soft, and stroked her from top to bottom: her pussy lips began to gape and Danni gave of soft moans of pleasure. The man.