The American Dream

Anylia Boary

Wednesday morning was the same as Tuesday. The weather was the same. The bus arrived at the same time. The sunrise was the same. The only difference was the knowledge of my father cheating on my mother. With my coach.

My parents sat my brother and I down for a talk. That three minute conversation ended the Boary's family for the rest of their life. I wasn't surprised about my father. I'm just surprised that it was with a man. Coach Gordan.

Coach Gordan had the average man's life. White house with a picket fence, three kids and two dogs. He even had a brand new car. Some call that the American Dream. I call it a nightmare.

I should have known about the affair. My dad goes to all my volleyball games. Now that I know, his action make a lot of sense.

He's moving out within the next couple of weeks, probably to live with Coach Gordan. He also got divorced.

Everyone knows at school.

I walk with my head down, music blasting through my Airpods, I ignore all the looks. "Your dad is a fag." I hear through my music, laughter follows. I ignore. I reach my locker and began to twist the knob. "Hey." Nick leans against his locker that is directly beside mine. "Hey." "I don't know what to say." I shake my head as I reach for my books. "There is nothing to say. My dad is gay."

He reaches for my hand and takes it in his. I twist my body around to face him. "I'm sorry An. I really am." He looks around before speaking. "You don't deserve this and neither does your dad or Coach Gordan." He pause, then grins. "I know what will make you feel better." What?" I let curiosity get the best of me. "Let's skip. I'll take you to the bakery. Then we can just hang out."

So that is what we do. He buys me my favorite cookies, chocolate chip, and then we leave to hang out at his house.

I plop down on his bed, facing towards the ceiling. "It's going to be okay my love." He crawls from the edge of the bed on top of me. "Nick-" I don't get a chance to finish because his lips meet mine.

I kiss him back. My hands find their way into his hair and rub up and down his body. One of Nick's hands play with the bottom of my shirt, the other pushes up his body by my head. I flip him over so I'm on top straddling him. I reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. He does the same. I lean down trying to kiss him but his lips land on my boobs instead. His hands reach around and unclasp my bra. He throws it to the floor.

I unstraddle him and stand up by his bed so I can take off my pants and he does the same. I can't help but look to his bulge. I know my face turns red. He puts his arms around my back and squeezes my ass. I giggle. "What's so funny?" He grins. I answer by kissing him. Nick pickes me up and pushes me against the wall. I lean down to pull his boxers down. He pushes aside my panties and aligns himself with me. He slowly lowers my body onto his cock. I try to bite back my lips but a moan escapes. He kisses me while bouncing me up and down. He moans against my lips.

He takes me off the wall and sets me on the bed. Nick repositions his dick and thrusts back into me. He grinds against my body and begins kissing me once again.

After a few more moments of the same movements, he cums.

"I love you," he sighs rolling off of me. "I love you too."

That's all we do. Sex. I love yous. Nothing more. We have been friends since we were four. We're eighteen now. But I'm used to it. That's just the way it has been.