Chapter 2

“Debra, can I be frank for a moment? You told me a bit about what you and Craig have been through lately ... your divorce and about your father, Craig’s grandfather, passing away. I’m sorry for your loss and for all that you and he have been through. It’s not easy for anyone but especially not for a young man trying to find his place in the world. And I’m sure you have done your best to help him along the way – as you said it’s been you and him for a while now. But if I am to be his coach and do it properly, I need to know more about him, at home as well as at school. Home life has a big effect on school and school determines their football status. My kids have to keep their grades up if they want to play, that’s the price of playing. So you see, it’s all related.

“Debra, I have an idea. It seems a shame to waste such a lovely outfit and you did go to far too much trouble for just a meeting with a high school football coach. Would you like to go to dinner with me? I haven’t eaten yet and I was going to just grab something from the burger joint on the way home. But if you’d like, we could go to dinner and talk more about Craig and how we can help him.”

“You want to go out ... with me?”

Jim smiled. “Well you are the only other one here, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she looked at him and smiled shyly. “I’ll go to dinner with you.” She couldn’t believe it – she hadn’t felt like this even when Tom asked her to marry him!

“Good. We can take my car if you like. I do have to stop by my place for a minute and change clothes – I can’t have you looking so pretty while I am dressed like a bum! I have a reputation to keep up!”

You could be wearing a trash bag and look good to me! she thought to herself, but smiled and agreed. “That’s fine.”

So they went out to his car, an immaculate ‘69 Camaro SS convertible in candy apple red with two wide white stripes running parallel down the length of the car from the front bumper, over the hood, starting again at the trunk and going down the back to the rear bumper.

“Oh, Jim! This is a beautiful car!”

“Yeah, it’s my baby. Some people think I might be trying to relive my youth – like it’s a sign I’m having a mid-life crisis or something. But the truth is, I always wanted a car like this and when I was a kid, these kinds of cars were out of my league. So now that I am older and have the means, I treated myself and got this one. It wasn’t in nearly this nice of shape when I got it – it has been a project car for a couple of years to get it to this point, but I did it.”

“You certainly did. And I’ll bet all the boys at school are just green with envy!”

“Well some of the motorheads take notice, I guess.”

“And the ladies? I’m sure that a hot car like this brings them in like moths to a porch light!”

“Actually, I don’t have a lot of time for dating. Between being a gym teacher and a football coach, I don’t get a chance to hit the clubs and bars to find anyone that interests me.”

“Oh? So there’s no one ... special in your life then?”

“You do know you need a license to fish in this state, right?” he chuckled.

“Ohmygod was it that obvious?” Debra said, hiding her face in her hands.

He put his hand on her thigh innocently. “It’s all right Debra. Thank you for the interest, though. And no, there’s no one special in my life. Although if the right girl came along, I wouldn’t turn her away either!”

Debra wasn’t completely sure how to take his comment, but she filed it away in her head all the same. Perhaps he was hinting that he wanted to get to know her as more than just one of his players’ mothers. Maybe he wanted to let her know he was interested in her too.

Debra wasn’t much for the singles bar scene either, although she had gone clubbing a few times with no results to speak of. Oh, she would get hit on, but never by anyone she wanted to take home. And she hadn’t even done that in some time.

After stopping at his apartment so he could change into something more fitting with her outfit, the pair drove to The Courtyard, an upscale steakhouse and grille. She had only been there once for an office Christmas party, but he had been there a few times. It had very good food, but it also wasn’t cheap.

“Oh my, Jim! This is a nice place, but isn’t it...”

“Expensive? Yeah it is a little highbrow, but after seeing what greeted me at the door tonight, I have some making up to do!” he smiled and opened the car door for her, extending his hand to help her stand.

Oh, honey! You don’t even know it yet but you made up for it already several times over! she thought.

“Oh my, what a gentleman!”

“Sometimes...”

“Hmm ... just sometimes, Jim?”

Just then the waiter appeared ready to take their order. “I don’t know too much about ordering steaks. What do you recommend Jim?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, completely.”

“All right then. We will take two sixteen-ounce rib-eye steaks, baked potatoes with the works, and two salads. We would like two glasses of your house Cabernet Sauvignon to go with that.”

“Very good Sir. I shall place this order right away!” the waiter said then turned on his heels and was off.

“That was very impressive, Jim. You must know your way around a restaurant!”

“Well, I put myself through college as a waiter. I picked up a few things along the way on how and what to order.”

“Hmm ... a handsome man who knows how to cook and is a gentleman. You are certainly racking up the points tonight Jim!”

“Well, that’s good. Maybe someday I’ll be able to cash them in!”

“That may just be possible. Hate to see good points go to waste you know!”

Their conversation continued as they waited for their dinner to arrive with the sexual innuendos and overtones getting hotter and steamier as they talked. It was as if each was trying to outdo the other and get just a little closer to the line they dared not cross.

“Please excuse me for a moment, Jim. I’ll be right back.” Debra said suddenly. She got up to go to the restroom and Jim rose as well. She smiled at the gallant move and then headed off to the ladies’ room.

As soon as she rounded the corner and was out of his sight she leaned up against the wall, grateful her legs had held out long enough for her to get here.

Oh my God! she thought, He’s driving me crazy! Debra fanned herself as best she could with her hand trying to cool the fire that raged within her. The conversation with its sexual playfulness coupled with his rugged good looks and charm was a devastating combination for her and she could feel her lust boiling up. Her pussy was leaking and she could feel her panties getting soaked.

In her rattled state, she decided to take off her saturated panties. She slipped them off and tucked them away in her purse to toss into the laundry when she got home later and could think straight.

She had hoped that somehow the cool room air would help quench the fire that burned there but actually, it had the exact reverse effect – the cool air only made her realize that her newly shaved and dripping pussy needed attention! It sent messages to her brain that only heightened her arousal and her need for something to help with her desperate hunger.

But she wasn’t going to get that hunger satisfied in the ladies room of the restaurant, so after she had cooled down a bit and composed herself, she returned to the table and to Jim.

“Everything okay, Debra?”

“Oh yes ... everything is just fine.”

“Good, I’m glad. I always worry about these first dates. I never know how I’m doing until I’ve gotten to know the girl better!”

Oh, baby, you don’t have anything to worry about! You are doing just fine! she thought as she smiled at him. “Well you can put your mind at ease, I’m having a lovely time.”

Their dinner arrived and they ate the wonderful meal. Their steaks were done to perfection and everything was delicious.

“Oh, Jim, this dinner is fabulous! It beats my having to cook up whatever I could find in the fridge – and no dishes to wash afterward!”

“Well, I’m glad you liked it. I wasn’t looking forward to soup and a sandwich much either! And, of course, the meal is only one part of it – the best part is the dinner company!”

“Aww, thank you, Jim. I must admit, this isn’t what I expected to be doing for dinner either! I have to tell you when I was waiting for you to come over tonight I was so nervous and afraid. I must have gone over all that I wanted to say a dozen times. And then you showed up and all of it went out of my head almost immediately and I was left giddy as a schoolgirl!”

“Well if it’s any consolation, you kinda took the wind out of my sails too, young lady! I came over to talk to a mother about her son playing football. Instead, this beautiful Latina knockout answers the door, claiming to be the mother I was supposed to talk to. Which, incidentally, I still can’t believe – looking at you sitting there, it’s hard to believe you could have a sixteen-year-old son! Either you had him when you were just a kid yourself, or you have discovered the Fountain of Youth that Ponce de León was looking for!”

“Oh, you are a charmer, aren’t you! Seriously though, I had Craig when I was twenty years old. Which is kind of surprising, if you knew my past. You see, I wasn’t exactly ... um ... virtuous and wholesome in college. I was quite the party girl and getting through college without an extra mouth to feed was a feat in itself!

“It was in college where I met Tom, my ex-husband. We were at yet another of the endless dorm parties. A friend introduced us and we hit it off. The next thing you know we were dating, then we decided to be “exclusive” and then he proposed – all in the space of a year or so. We got married as soon as we were out of college (they would have kicked us out of our dorms if we had gotten married while in school) and Craig came along shortly after.”

“I see. Can I ask ... what happened between the two of you? What was the cause of your divorce?”

“I don’t really think there was one specific reason for our divorce. I mean it wasn’t either of us cheating or neglecting the other or anything. We just kind of grew apart and neither of us was happy anymore. I don’t know, it just didn’t seem like such a good idea as it once was to be married. Tom began spending more time at work and, honestly, I was glad he did. We hardly ever talked anymore except when it came to paying bills. He had his friends and his world and I had mine. We parted as friends, I guess, although we didn’t stay in touch. But it wasn’t a bitter, angry divorce. It was just a parting of ways.”