Wet Dreamz

Coach Songz (III)

Coach Songz

I knew it was against the rules to be taking this student off campus but she's injured and if I just let her go, it will get worse.

My house was only about 10 minutes away from so it didn't take long for us to reach the driveway. "I'll patch you up real quick then take you back to your dorm." I didn't get a response. I checked the rear view mirror and saw Brittany slumped in the back seat. I guess I worked her out. I chuckled to myself as I honked the horn making her jump in shock.

"I'm up I'm up!" She frantically looked around then gave me the meanest mug. "Coach Songz you scared me."

I chuckled and parked the car and unlocked the doors. "Cmon cripple. Let's get you inside. "

I scooped her into my arms again and struggled to get us both inside. I placed her on the coach and went into the fridge. "You hungry?" My stomach had been touching my back since this morning. I've been so focused on Britt and getting her ready this track season that I'd forgotten to eat. Crazy right?

"Yes. Where are you ordering from?"
"My kitchen," I chuckled. "I'm cooking. What do you want?"

Brittany

"You," I mumbled as low as possible. So low I could barely hear.

"Huh?"

Oh shit he heard me. I cleared my throat, "um whatever you cook will be fine." I followed this with a nervous smile as I played with my fingers.

"Okay well I'll just cook some pork ass, buffalo dick and corn. Sounds good?"

I laughed so hard I almost fell off the couch, about to injure myself again. "Oh never mind. Im straight."

He laughed at my response, "I'm joking love. I'll surprise you."

I was taken back by him calling me love, slightly melting into the couch. Why can't he be mine already damn. If I wasn't cripple I'd probably jump over this couch and fuck him on that counter top.

"Britt you good?"

I didn't realize I'd been staring at his hardness poking through his jogging pants. "Oh yeah I'm fine. Can I go ahead and get in that shower. I don't wanna stink up your couch."

"Sure. Lemme start dinner real quick."

I watched as he reached into the fridge and took out certain vegetables and meats. Damn his back looked so strong. His body was truly a work of art.

After he had finished chopping up onions and vegetables he placed them into a pot allowing them to simmer. He then turned towards me and scooped me up for the third time and took me up his steps and to a bathroom. "After you shower I'll run you an ice bath so you can soak your joints and muscles."
I nodded my head with a smile as he closed the door behind him to go back downstairs.

I began to undress slowly, being sure not to place too much pressure on my ankle.

Trey

I jogged back downstairs and continued to cook. I don't usually cook but since she's here, I guess I'll show off my skills.

Once I placed my chicken in the oven, I went back upstairs to chill and watch some tv till the chicken was done. Suddenly I had to pee so I rushed to the bathroom while pulling down my pants.