Summertime Loving

Chapter 34

Travis finished changing and walked out onto the field, being the first one there. He spotted Coach Bridget standing near the edge of the grounds, gazing out as if lost in thought.

"Hey, Coach. What's up?" he asked casually, approaching her.

Bridget turned around, slightly surprised by his voice. "Just thinking. Where's everyone else?" she asked.

"They're still in the locker room," Travis replied, stopping beside her.

Bridget sighed with frustration. "God, I hate those kids. Except maybe my star player, Ronda—and Roxy, since she's a cheerleader. Even though she's failing her classes, which I still have to talk to her about."

"What about Dexter?" Travis asked.

"Oh, that blockhead? He has the same IQ as a basketball. But to be fair, he's a damn good player. Just too cocky, and not a team player, which I can't stand."

"Yeah, I figured as much. Well, you've got me now. I'm not as good as some, but I give it my all," Travis said with a modest smile.

"How humble of you," she teased, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him into a playful headlock. Travis could have easily escaped, but he allowed it, knowing she wouldn't take it too far.

"You're my biggest star this year. I'll make sure you win all the gold," she said, squeezing him a little tighter.

"You've got a pretty solid vice grip. Were you a wrestler or something?" Travis asked, grinning.

Bridget immediately let go, flustered by the question. "No! Of course not. I'm just… good at what I do," she said quickly, brushing it off. "Anyway, we should probably get started."

As she walked away, Travis smirked to himself. 'She made that way too obvious.'

When everyone came, they began.

"Okay, today you'll just be doing endurance tests," Coach Bridget said.

'Maybe this'll be a bit fun,' Travis thought as he prepared to run. Just as he was about to sprint down the field, he heard someone breathing nearby. He turned to see Mrs. Smith standing by the tennis court.

One thing Travis had forgotten to mention was that this school was much bigger than the game. There were more sports fields than he had ever seen, and the school building itself was impressively vast.

'What could she be doing there?' he wondered. The tests weren't overly difficult, but Travis was determined to push himself to the limit, so he quickened his pace, raising his intensity.

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He wasn't tired anymore; all his energy had returned. He got up from the ground and stretched his limbs, starting to hear the heartbeats of those around him. Travis looked around and noticed many girls staring at him. He glanced down and realized his shirt had lifted, revealing his cock, which was in a very visible position.

'Damn, I hope this doesn't change anything in their hearts. I'm lying, of course,' he thought. This would just help him get the girls easier. Then again, he still wanted to get Judith first, then maybe he'd consider the teachers.

"Travis," Bridget said as she approached him with a smile.

"Yeah, what's up?" he responded, trying to play it cool.

"Well, I never really got your number," she said, biting her lip slightly, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Oh, let's not forget. Remember, don't text me after 10. Just kidding. Here," Travis said. She handed him her phone. He took it and typed in his number, then sent a message to his own phone.

"Thanks. I'll be sending you our gym session. Don't worry, I won't overwork you. But you will be tired, so get ready for hell. See you tomorrow then," she said as she walked away.

Travis watched her, examining her body from top to bottom. Coach Bridget was definitely a hot woman. She stood tall and muscular, her pink hair styled in a braided rattail, and her brown eyes sparkled with energy.

She wore a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants that hugged her physique perfectly. As he admired her, he couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was. Honestly, right then, he wouldn't want anything more than to bang her.

'Sadly, I didn't take her offer. Well, I did have my reasons, though I can't remember them at the moment,' he thought, a smirk forming on his lips.

Just then, the realization hit him. If he was going to play this game, he needed to keep his options open. There was something thrilling about the chase, about knowing he had the attention of not just Bridget but other girls as well. But his mind still flickered back to Judith, reminding him of the goal he had set.

Travis shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. There was plenty of time to figure it out later. For now, he reveled in the attention and the possibilities that lay ahead.

He went back and changed his clothes. After that, Travis went to Ms. Bissette's class. When he arrived, Travis walked in, and he was met with Ms. Bissette sitting back in her chair as she stared at the ceiling.

When she heard him come in, she turned towards him with a smile.

"Travis, come in. Puis-je vous aider?" she asked.

"I'm ready for the extra classes. Are you busy?" he asked. When she heard that, Ms. Bissette hurriedly stood up.

"Oh, oui, let us begin. Please take a seat."

He took a seat in front and took out his dictionary. She also stood in front of him with a smile.

"Alright. Are you ready for our first lesson?" she asked with an excited tone.

"Alone? I thought there'd be others," he said, glancing around.

"We're doing it together, not alone. Now let's start. Parlez-vous français?" she prompted.

"Umm... oui," Travis responded, unsure of himself.

"Très bien! Now, have you looked at the assigned terms?" she inquired, leaning closer, her enthusiasm evident.

"I glanced at them. It's a bit overwhelming, to be honest," he admitted, scratching his head.

"Don't worry, I'll help you through it. We can take our time. Let's start with the basics," she said, smiling encouragingly.

Travis nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "Okay, let's do this."

As the lesson progressed, she moved behind him, her breath warm on his neck as she leaned in, whispering the phrases softly into his ear. Her lips brushed against his skin with each word, sending chills down his spine. Her hands gradually slid around his neck, her fingertips lightly tracing his collarbone before gliding down his chest. The subtle, deliberate touch made it hard for Travis to focus, let alone keep his body in check. He clenched his jaw, trying desperately not to let the tension build too obviously.

Each moment felt like an eternity, but after what seemed like hours, she finally spoke.

"You did a wonderful job today, Travis. I'm very proud of you," she murmured, her lips close to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "I wish we could continue, but it looks like our time is up."

Travis glanced out the window, noticing the sun dipping below the horizon, casting the room in a soft, amber glow.

He sighed. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed, standing up, still feeling the heat of her touch lingering on his skin.

"Tomorrow, we'll dive deeper into your next lesson, okay?" she said, her voice smooth and teasing, as if promising something more.

He nodded, gathering his things. "See you tomorrow, Ms. Bissette. (Have a good night) Bonne nuit," he replied, forcing himself to leave, though a part of him wanted to linger a little longer.

When he walked out of the room, Ms. Bissette sat down in her chair, slowly spreading her legs apart, revealing the sticky juices coating her panties. She slid a finger down, rubbing against the soaked fabric before bringing it up to her lips. She licked her finger, savoring the taste.

A smile bloomed on her face. 'Délicieuse (How tasty),' she thought, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.

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