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The Coach’s muscled frame pressed against mine, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But his hands moved lower, sweeping along my body, top to bottom, the sensation electric. Our eyes locked, and I knew right then that the night’s touchdown was going to be a hell of a lot sweeter than I thought.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the spectrum of taut muscles on the coach’s back, his mind and body in overdrive. When their eyes finally met, he felt like he had just caught a touchdown pass. In that moment he knew, as it was the last huddle, he wanted the coach to take him to the end-zone–in bed.