Class Act: A Coach/Student Romance
Class Act: Chapter 14

“EMERY! FUCK, EMERY!”

I gripped the arms of the chair. Emery deep throated me, his face dripping with saliva and his eyes staring into mine.

After I’d returned from football practice, he’d been waiting for me. I’d tried to warn him that I was sweaty, but he hadn’t given me a chance to get all the words out. He’d pushed me into the chair, pulled my sweats down, and taken me into his mouth.

Emery’s head game was amazing. No way could I turn him down after his lips were already sliding up and down my cock.

He used a lot of spit, something I wasn’t used to. When he bobbed up and down my cock, it made sloppy suction sounds, and I’d become addicted to the slurping. I’d become addicted to his mouth. Fuck, I never knew my sex drive was this high until he started putting his mouth on me.

“Ungh.” I’d stopped warning him I was going to come. He never pulled away. He pushed out his tongue, and my cum shot inside his mouth. When I was spent, he beat my cock against his tongue, then released me.

He had to be the most sexual person I’d ever met in my life, and I was in trouble.

To be fair, in the two weeks since we’d started fooling around, he hadn’t always gone down on me. I cuddled him in my lap a lot too. Sometimes when we stayed behind after everyone had already left, he would sit at my desk, and I’d help him with assignments and projects. He wasn’t the most studious guy, but he at least tried, and I made sure to compliment his efforts.

It was the least I could do, given I never reciprocated. I never went down on him or touched his cock. I’d convinced myself that it was better this way. That I would feel less guilty if he was the one doing all these things to me. Because if I touched him… if I bent him over my desk like I’d been tempted to do on so many occasions, I wouldn’t stop before I’d buried my cock inside him.

A blow job was far enough. At this stage, we could still stop. I could ask for my office key back from him anytime. But if I touched that boy like I dreamed about at night while I lay in bed beside my wife, there would be no turning back.

“Was it good?” Emery wiped his face with the back of his hand and got to his feet. He didn’t need permission anymore. He just hopped up into my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck.

“Better.” He looked so happy when I mentioned that, and guilt surfaced. “Emery, babe. You should be out there with someone who can hold you openly.” He slipped his fingers into my hair and tugged my head back. He plastered his mouth to my neck, and I sucked in a breath. “You can’t mark me.”

He let out a sigh and released me. “I know. I don’t want you to get busted, but seriously, Abe. If you’re going to tell me to hook up with someone else, you can’t call me babe while you do it.”

Heat surged into my cheeks. Why did he make me feel like the inexperienced one in our relationship? What kind of relationship did we even have? We met up in my office, talked, hung out, and he sucked me off. Sometimes he jerked off while he sucked me off. What do you call a relationship like that?

Side piece. Wasn’t that what he really was?

I looked at his beautiful face. He deserved more than that, more than the mediocrity I had to give.

The doorknob rattled, and both of us startled. My heart skipped a beat and raced in my chest until I remembered I’d locked it.

“Dad?”

Mandy.

Emery slid off my legs and ducked beneath my desk. I stood, cramming my cock back into my sweatpants.

“Just a minute, Mandy.”

If it were anyone else, I would have pretended I wasn’t in, but I couldn’t risk not knowing if she had an emergency or something.

Shit.

Emery’s bag.

I snatched it from my desk and handed it to him. I plastered a smile on my face as I opened the door.

“What took you so long?” Mandy asked. “And why’s the door locked?”

“Didn’t want to be disturbed. I had to focus on the game plans.”

And the lies have started.

“I thought you’d be home already,” I said. “Hasn’t cheerleading practice been over now for almost an hour?”

“Yeah, I was hanging with some friends, but Emery disappeared. He said I should call him when I’m ready to leave, but I can’t replace him anywhere.” She glanced around the office. “This is the last place I could think of to look.”

“Why did you think he was here?”

She shrugged. “I know he stops by sometimes to organize your office. You should pay him, you know. He did a great job, and I’m pretty sure his dad doesn’t support him, so he can use the money.”

“You’re right. I haven’t even thought about that.”

“He’s just the sweetest and won’t ask, but I—hey, isn’t that Emery’s phone?”

“What?”

She walked past me to the desk, and my heart pounded inside my chest. Fuck almighty. How had I not seen his phone?

“So he was here?” she asked.

“Ugh, yeah, he dropped by briefly to check I hadn’t messed up my filing system, but he already left. Must have forgotten his phone.”

“Now how am I going to replace him?” She sighed and took up the phone. “I better hang on to it.”

“Umm, I think you should leave it,” I said.

“Why? I’ll probably bump into him somewhere.”

“Yeah, but if he realizes he lost it, he might retrace his steps, and that will lead him here.”

“Hmm.” She frowned. “You’re probably right.” She put the phone back on the desk. “If he comes back, let him know I’m looking for him. We’re supposed to get something to eat before I bring him home.”

“Okay.”

But instead of leaving, she stayed, eyeing me. My stomach clenched. Good lord, she didn’t know, did she?

“Dad, can I ask you something?”

Could I deny it if she asked me?

“Sure, sweetie. What’s up?”

“I was thinking. Mom’s away for the weekend. Would it be okay to invite the cheerleaders over for a Halloween party?”

Oh, sweet relief.

“Just the cheerleaders?”

“And a few people from school. Seniors.”

“Will there be alcohol?”

“Of course not. I know better than that, Dad.”

I frowned. “I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. Let me talk to your mom first.”

“She doesn’t even care.”

“Still, I need to hear it from her. I suppose you don’t want me at the house while this party is going on?”

“No way. That’d be so lame.”

“Well, like I said. I’ll think about it and let you know.”

“Okay.”

When she walked out of the office and closed the door, I let out a shuddering breath.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“Don’t freak out.” Emery crawled out from under the desk. “She didn’t suspect anything.”

“But she came so close.”

“Abe.” He clutched the front of my shirt. “Please don’t panic and make any rash decisions about us. She doesn’t know.”

“I’m terrible at lying, Emery.”

He smiled, his eyes all soft and dreamy. That right there was the look he used to twirl me around his finger.

“I love that about you. Means it’ll be hard for you to lie to me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“See?” He took his phone and shouldered his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll be here at seven.”

“Emery.”

“Love it when you say my name.” He went up on his toes and pulled my head down until our lips touched. “Especially when you moan it while I’m sucking you off.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that I never do it back?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“Because I’m—I will soon. I promise. It’s just different, and I’m processing—”

“Abe.” He placed a hand over my mouth. “You’re overthinking again. Whatever feels natural to you whenever it’s right. I’ve had years of practice.”

I scowled at him.

He grinned but removed his hand. “You know I’m no saint.”

“I know, and I don’t like thinking about you with anyone else, but it’s only fair if you do, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“If there’s someone else, promise you’ll tell me so we can break this off. It’s only fair to you.”

He shrugged. “There won’t be anyone else.”

“Emery.”

“Yes, Daddy?”

I sucked in a deep breath, but even that wasn’t enough. I could barely breathe. “What did you call me?”

“Daddy.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Do you like it?”

“What does it mean?”

“I’ll tell you one day. I have to go before Mandy comes back. And speaking of Mandy, please let her have that Halloween party.”

“I don’t know. Seems like an excellent opportunity for kids to misbehave.”

“We’re not kids. We’re young adults, and if it’s not at your place, pretty sure someone else will just have it somewhere else. Wouldn’t you prefer to know it’s somewhere we’ll be safe?”

“Hmm.”

He blew me a kiss. “Think about it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When Emery left, I sat down hard on my desk and scratched at my hair. I didn’t know what to do, but one thing was for sure. If I kept doing this with Emery, one day we were going to get caught. The best thing to do was to call off this affair. No matter how good it felt to have him in my arms or bask in the adoration on his face.

It was best to let Emery go.

A few hours ago, I’d been pretty sure I planned to let Emery go, but here I was, in the middle of the night, a blanket and my laptop under my arms, slipping inside my den and locking the door. I’d waited until Teresa came home, and as soon as her head hit the pillow and she’d been out, I’d snuck out.

We barely talked these days. We had little to say to each other. I wanted to accuse her of trying to pimp Emery out to one of her wealthy clients, but doing that would only raise questions I wasn’t prepared to hear the answers to. I kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t forget it.

I sat on the couch, the place where Emery and I had kissed for the first time. It seemed so long ago when it had actually been a couple of weeks. Now my life was drastically changed. My marriage might not stand a chance, and I was honest enough to admit to myself that I was cheating on my wife with Emery—my daughter’s best friend.

Did it make me a horrible person that I was more worried about Mandy replaceing out than Teresa? My wife had made it clear she didn’t care if I slept around. That had been the final straw.

I settled under the blanket. Now was the time when he was usually on. I turned my laptop on and clicked on the website I’d subscribed to. I’d started on that cam site before I’d followed his Linktree and found he was on OnlyFans. Every time I watched this camboy, I thought of Emery, which wasn’t so hard to do, given the camboy never went on screen without his mask on.

He’d uploaded a new video. I liked that they were all solo videos. I wasn’t so much interested in watching two men fuck as I wanted to get accustomed to seeing and accepting how turned on I got by a naked boy. I was so close to going down on Emery. I’d studied this guy’s cock for so long I was sure I wouldn’t freak out taking Emery’s into my mouth.

Emery might not have a problem with me not reciprocating, but he was already getting the raw end of the deal. I could at least give him what he wanted.

The boy wore a light blue crop top and a pair of matching underwear. He turned to show off his ass and the words Daddy’s Little Slut on the material that stretched across his buns. His perfect buns. Was this how Emery’s ass would look? So gorgeous I could just imagine his tight little hole on display.

“I want you to spank me, Daddy,” the boy on screen said, his exaggerated high-pitched tone not exactly what I would have gone for, but it wasn’t a turn-off either.

Emery had called me Daddy earlier. Was this what he wanted? For me to spank him?

The boy cracked his palm against his ass, grabbing the flesh tight and releasing it, leaving a handprint behind. It made me want to spank Emery, to see what lovely shade I could make his ass. Would he call me Daddy if I did? Would he beg me for more or to stop?

As I continued to watch, my groin tightened. The boy teased and taunted, eventually pulling his underwear down and displaying the rose-hued pinch of his hole. He spread his cheeks and moaned, begging Daddy to put his tongue inside him and eat him out.

Fuck. I clenched my eyes tight, but at the boy’s soft cry, I snapped them open. He had two fingers inside himself, shoving them slowly in and out.

“Like that, Daddy,” he panted. “Fuck me like that. Want your fat cock to stretch me and make me cry.”

The boy rolled over onto his back and pushed a pillow under his hips. He reached for a vibrating egg and pushed the smaller end against his hole. His ass stretched around it. I held my breath.

Could he take it all?

He did.

The egg disappeared into his body.

Tiny high-pitched gasps escaped him as he grasped his cock.

“Feels so good, Daddy,” he moaned. “Oh shit, it’s hitting the right spot.”

He jerked his cock, his hips pumping, legs straining. I busted my load before he did. I hadn’t even been aware my hand was in my shorts, stroking my shaft.

“Fuck.”

The boy slumped against the pillow, his chest rising and falling hard. He reminded me of my Emmy so much. Would Emery be pissed I was getting off on porn?

Fuck, I’d never even thought about that. I closed the website, my heart thumping in my chest. I had my answer. No need to watch this boy anymore when I had Emery ready and willing to satisfy me.

My phone vibrated, and I put the laptop on the floor. Only one person called me so late at night. Emery a.k.a. Unavailable.

“Hey,” I said. “Assignments all done?”

“Ugh, now you see why I called you Daddy?”

“That’s why? Because I have a different theory altogether.”

“Let me hear it, then.”

“Nah, I’ll wait until you tell me. Then I’ll confirm if my hunch is right.”

He sighed. “I miss you. Wish I was sleeping in your bed.”

“I’m actually on the couch in my den.”

“Why? What happened? You and Teresa had a fight again?”

Damn, I shouldn’t be telling him. “No, we haven’t really talked since that time you were here.”

“Uh-oh. What are you going to do?”

“Damn if I know, but things can’t continue the way they are.”

“Do you think you’ll ever leave her?” Despite him trying to sound nonchalant about it, the hopefulness in his tone was clear.

“I’m such a bastard. I hate myself for this.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m seeing you without offering you anything.”

“Are you kidding me? Every moment I spend with you, I cherish, Abe. I know they’re stolen, but I’m always happy to be with you. And I’m not talking about sex either. I like the way you hold me in your arms and make me feel safe. Do you know how long I haven’t felt safe, Abe?”

“But that’s not enough.”

“For me, it is.”

“For now.”

“Why worry about tomorrow? All I know is that I’m happy with you now. Do I wish things were different? Sure. I’d love to come home to you, to be seen in public with you without your job being at stake. Maybe someday. I don’t know, but I’m happy.”

“Are you sure, Emery?”

“I am.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “How are things at home? That bastard hasn’t hit you again, has he?”

“No. He’s hardly been home.”

“Good. You call me if anything happens, okay?”

“Maybe.”

“Emery, I’m not joking about this.”

“And how would you explain why I would call you if I’m in trouble?”

“I’m a teacher at your school and your best friend’s father. You should be able to call me.”

“Don’t worry about me, Abe. I’ve been taking care of myself for a while now.”

“Doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation, Emery. Do you need money? I can help you get a car so—”

“Good night, Abe.”

“Emery, don’t—”

“I don’t want things like that from you.”

“What’s so wrong about me wanting to make sure you’re comfortable?”

“It’s not your duty.”

“Of course it’s my duty. You’re my…”

“I’m your what, Abe? You don’t even know. I didn’t call to fight with you. You already do that enough with your wife. Good night.”

“Em—”

He hung up. I swore under my breath and returned his call, but he didn’t pick up. He sent me a message instead.

Emery: I’m not mad at you. Just tired. I’m going to bed. Sorry for making you upset. Forgive me?

I took a deep breath.

Me: Nothing to forgive. I care about you, Emery.

Emery: I know. You don’t have to worry about me and money. I promise I’m not starving or anything. Only reason I haven’t bought a car is that I’m saving up to afford to lease an apartment.

But who would rent him an apartment? He was still in high school, didn’t even have a job as far as I knew. Did he even have anyone to vouch for him? But I could sense he was proud and a fighter. He wouldn’t accept help so easily.

Me: Okay. But know I’m here if you need anything. Blow me a kiss.

He didn’t respond right away, and when a photograph loaded on my phone, I understood. He’d sent me an actual photo of himself blowing me a kiss. I smiled at how sweet he looked, his pillow clutched to his chest.

My fingers flew over the keys but then slowed until they stopped moving altogether. The bed. The bed sheets. It couldn’t be. My chest expanded, and I dropped my phone and grabbed my laptop off the floor. I pounded on the keys as I navigated back to the page and opened it. I clicked on the video and stared at the same bed and sheets.

I was such a fool.

How could I not have known?

My stomach churned. I’d watched the boy performing before his thousands of fans. He’d gotten so much money in tips for this last video. No wonder he didn’t need my help.

Was anything he said to me the truth, or was he acting? Was I the only man, or were there dozens more like me?

How could you, Emery? How could you?