Author's Note: This is the third part of a three-part Chapter, so it is highly recommended you read the previous chapters to gain a better understanding of the characters, their circumstances, and their thoughts. This first chapter is a set-up for the rest of the series, which I plan for a 10 chapter series...
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Extenuating Circumstances 01 - The beginning part 3/3
Looking up into her high school coach's eyes, Suzanne immediately felt her crotch heat up as she involuntarily clenched her Kegel muscles, a flood of fluids seeping into her thong.
There was not one high school girl—back then or now—who had not had a secret crush on Coach Douglas Rhode. The man was the epitome of masculinity—tall, dark, and handsome, with short military-style cut hair, and a muscular body which every female wanted to run their hands and tongues across. He was now wearing a silk buttoned dress shirt that did little to hide his six-pack of abdominal muscles or his bulging biceps.
That high school infatuation had not diminished over the years, and Suzanne felt her entire body practically humming at the man's presence.
It took a moment for his words to sink into her comprehension.
"I am so glad you waited for me."
Coach Rohde was her mysterious date?
Once more a flush of heat suffused her crotch as her body and mind finally caught up with each other and she realized he was the one she had been waiting for.
Speechless, Suzanne could only look up at him. Even sitting on the tall bar stool the coach stood over her by a couple of feet. She was powerless to move, his masculine virility almost a physical embrace as it wrapped around her, not smothering, but as if she was cloaked in a warm cocoon.
Looking into his endless brown gaze, she felt her breasts tighten, her nipples screaming for release from her dress as her brain echoed with the thought of coach Rohde being her mysterious date.
Intensifying her body's reaction, the coach looked down at her as if she were completely naked, his eyes not missing any detail of her, from the curve of her breasts to the angle of her neck, down to the revealing of her stockings and garter belt—and everything in between.
Although the business men in the lounge had looked at her lasciviously all evening, but they each had been like a candlelight of arousal compared to the response her body had from the incredible flash of heat the coach caused gazing down at her. At that moment she forgot everybody, the bartender—who took the coach's order of a Scotch, neat—her husband, the men around her. Her entire universe focused around Coach Rohde.
He could have asked her to spread her legs right there and she would have done so, no questions or sense of propriety whatsoever.
"Suzie?" he asked, looking down at her with a grin.
Apparently her reaction was not the first he had experienced from a woman.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
Her voice was hoarse, as if it had already experienced the imagined and anticipated sex the coach would take out on her as she said, "Yes sir."
He smiled, causing another wave of arousal to course through her. She could barely swallow nervously as he moved closer, placing his arm around her.
Immediately her skin ignited at his touch. Although several men had touched her similarly throughout the night—most recently Chad's fraternity friend—none of them had caused the contact to feel like molten lava as the coach's hand upon her skin was doing.
He smiled as she unconsciously leaned into him, her mind wanting to wrap her entire body around him.
Thanking the bartender who brought him his drink, Coach Rhode took a sip before smiling back at her as he said, "So I was quite surprised when I found out you were the one I was meeting tonight," he told her.
His eyes made no attempt at hiding his sexual interest in her, the knowledge they were here for one thing and one thing only plainly evident.
Again Suzanne's body heated. She had already resigned herself to go through with sleeping with a stranger, the extenuating circumstances of cancelling the foreclosure on their house outweighing any morals or qualms she had about one night stands or even again breaking her marriage vows. She had already broken her marriage vows with Henry, their elderly neighbor across the street—at her husband's urging no less—so although the prospect of sleeping with somebody gave her some pause, the threat of losing their home was much worse, so she had agreed. The fact her mysterious 'John' was actually her old high school coach was as close to any fantasy she had ever had come true.
The only thing that could have made the night better would have been the appearance of the second hottest teacher in school, her other high school crush being upon her math teacher Mr. Delatorre.
Whereas Coach Rohde was the epitome of male jock, Mr. Delatorre had been the ultimate 'GQ' type man, rugged with a persistent five-o'clock shadow, wavy black hair, and a lean muscular body. Not bodybuilder type muscular like the coach, but in an 'I don't take no shit from anybody' type of physique.
Now there was a fantasy, she thought with a smile. Having to please both of her high school crushes was a 'dark and hidden' fantasy she had almost forgotten and one she had shared with nobody.
It took her a moment to realize the coach was talking as she apologized, asking him to repeat what he said.
"I asked what Raimon had over you to get you to agree to this tonight," he smiled down at her, again the knowledge that she was here to have sex with him clearly evident in his gaze. He waved his drink towards her hand wrapped around her chilled white wine glass, her wedding ring glistening in the light as he said, "I heard you had married David Carter," he told her.
From his tone, it was evident he was not bothered by the fact she was married. In fact, his interest seemed to be even more piqued. Apparently the coach was the type who saw women with significant others as a conquest to be won.
Suzanne took a big gulp of her chilled whine before replying.
"Our house is undergoing foreclosure. David was out of work and things got too far behind. This was the only alternative we could find," she said.
The coach smiled as he said, "You don't seem too upset at having to sleep with somebody outside of your marriage," he told her. Before she could reply, he continued, saying, "But then you and your sister were always more—open—with your thoughts and morals," he smiled, again causing Suzanne's crotch to heat up. "You know, I saw her a few months ago," he said, abruptly changing the subject. "Your sister, I mean. We caught her performing and I must say you both definitely came from the same mold," he grinned, his eyes practically caressing her breasts which were revealed to him from her dress.
Although her sister's 36D breasts were much more abundant than Suzanne's 34C's, her figure was more petite than Jen's giving the illusion of them both having similar body types. She and Jen had often joked if her breasts were the size of her sister's she would have been hunched over for life as she smiled to herself.
Her smile was obviously taken differently from the man leaning over her as she realized he saw it as an invitation and acquiescence.
She almost gasped as he bent down and whispered loudly in her ear, "I'm ready to leave when you are," he said, his warm breath heating her ear and sending an electrical charge of anticipation straight to her core. "I've fantasized for years about you writhing beneath me as I drove my cock into you, and I find I no longer have the patience to wait," he told her before leaning back and offering her his hand.
Suzanne's eyes widened as she gulped down the rest of her chilled wine, but she did not say a word as she set the empty glass down and took the coach's proffered hand, sliding off the barstool to her feet.
Although all her attention—her entire universe—was focused upon the touch of the coach's hand and the knowledge in only a few minutes he would be slacking his lust upon her body, Suzanne was also aware of every man in the lounge stopping what they were doing and looking at her. She had been the center of their attention for the past few hours, so her leaving with a man after all of them had failed was noteworthy, several of the businessmen smiling in appreciation at the knowledge of what would be happening to her soon.
She looked at David, sitting off to the side, inconspicuous other than the heated gaze upon her—but that was no different than any of the other men's looks as she was led by the coach to the exit of the lounge.
She vaguely noted Chad and his college friends were gone, somehow missing their exit—she had been too focused upon the coach's presence around her to care about anything else. A fire could have erupted around them and she would not have even noticed.
Unconsciously she leaned further into the coach's body, his muscular arm wrapping around her possessively as he guided her out of the hotel lounge and into the lobby, his confidence so palpable he was completely oblivious to the other men's stares upon them.
They were silent other than the 'clink-clank' of Suzanne's heels upon the floor of the hotel lobby as he led her to the hotel elevators, pressing the button for floor twenty. Raimon had told Suzanne and David earlier the room number, 2012, was reserved. David had one of the key cards should something happen, and apparently had given the coach one as well, as he said nothing when the elevator doors closed upon them, sealing them alone in the mirrored car.
Suzanne was acutely aware of the large man's presence as the elevator slowly rose, surprised when the coach reached over to the panel and flicked a switch, the elevator immediately stopping as the alarm began ringing down the shaft.
Looking at the tall man with a questioning gaze, he smiled down at her and said, "I find that waiting almost ten years to see that banging body of yours has reached its limit and I can't wait any longer," he told her over the din of the elevator alarm. "Take off your dress," he commanded.
