Summertime Loving

Chapter 13

"Travis, do you find me attractive?" Judith suddenly asked, catching him off guard while he was busy ranting in his head like Joe Bartolozzi.

"Huh? Well, yeah, you are attractive," he replied once the question processed. Judith blushed, turning around to face him. She slowly lifted her gaze from the floor, her eyes locking on his face.

"But... you're not hard," she said softly, her voice meek.

Travis glanced down, and in an instant, his cock rose to its full 10-inch form. "I was just holding myself back because I didn't want to creep you out," he explained.

'What!? So big. And he said he suppressed it so he wouldn't scare me? Such a gentleman. I've fallen even deeper for him,' she thought, her heart racing. Judith was over the moon; the guy she liked found her attractive. This was, without a doubt, one of the happiest moments of her life.

"Oh, okay," she responded shyly before turning back to the shower. Travis smiled to himself, shaking his head. He turned off his own water, dried off, and got dressed, waiting for her by the door. A few minutes later, Judith emerged, a bright and joyful smile on her face.

"By the way, Judith, you might want to try wearing a bra. It could help with the bullying, you know?" he suggested casually. She nodded, appreciating his concern, and they walked out together. After dropping her off by the doors, Travis sprinted back to Coach Bridget's office.

He knocked, and upon hearing her say, "Come in," he entered.

"Take a seat. We need to talk," Coach Bridget said, her expression serious as she gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

He took a seat, watching as Coach Bridget got up, retrieving two bottles of Gatorade from her cooler. She handed him one before returning to her chair.

"Now, Travis," she began, her tone serious, "I want you to understand that our school has reigned supreme in all kinds of sports for years. But this year, things have changed. The basketball team is trash, the football team is worse, and the boys' Olympic squad is a disaster. You, however, have a talent that I've never seen before. That's why I want you to join the team."

Travis took a sip of his drink, considering her words. "I get that, but what do I gain in the end?" he asked, meeting her eyes directly.

"Well if you win the track race, you'll win $10,000, also a passing grade. Now what do you say?" She said.

"That still isn't enough, Coach. But I am open to something else... if you know what I mean," Travis said, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he leaned back in his chair, watching Coach Bridget's reaction.

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, leaning slightly forward with a teasing grin. "Ohh, you want *me*? Well, I'm not sure if you could handle my unlimited sex drive," she said smugly, her eyes challenging him.

Travis shook his head, chuckling lightly. "No, I don't really care about that. Honestly, what I want is authority—to roam this school without any issues. I've heard that Mrs. Smith is pretty scared of you, so let's make a deal. You give me freedom in this place, and I'll run every race you want me to," he said, his voice steady, cutting through the playful tension with a clear offer.

Coach Bridget blinked, her smirk fading as she considered his words. "What? That's a simple matter," she said, almost surprised by how easy the deal was. "And don't worry, I'll still give you the money if you want it. Even the other... offer," she added, with a wink and a lingering smile.

"Thanks," Travis replied, rising from his seat, his smirk still in place. "But it's getting late, so... peace." He casually waved as he left the room, his pace picking up into a sprint the moment the door closed behind him.