Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2013 10:34:21 -0500 (EST)
From: Michelle Aguilera <michelle.aguilera001@aol.com>
Subject: My First Love - Chapter 2 - Bisexual - Adult Youth

Chapter 2


      That day I went home, anxious to see the coach again. I didn't know
his name yet and he was already driving me mad.


      That night, after I did my homework, I took a shower, put my pajamas
on and went to sleep. Suddenly I felt someone getting on top of me. It
wasn't a girl. It was a dream. It had to be. The coach hadn't bothered to
find my name and address. He didn't care that much about me and he
regretted having sex with me. He didn't seem to be the kind of person to
regret something and then do it again. We kissed and then he licked me all
over my body, making me feel sensations I'd never experienced. I just let
myself go and he took my clothes off and started doing to me the same thing
I'd done to him earlier. My heart was starting to race, so as wonderful as
this dream was, I had to wake up. Otherwise I'd have a heart attack.


      I woke up breathing erratically. My phone notified me of a new text
message. I looked at my phone and pressed a button to open the message.

      MEET ME AT THE POOL TOMORROW AT 6:OO, RIGHT AFTER PRACTICE. WE HAVE
TO TALK. -COACH LAMBERT.


      Now I knew his name. He was Coach Lambert, but he didn't give me his
first name. I imagined he didn't want to make it too personal. I went back
to sleep and had the most beautiful but nonsensical dreams that didn't
cause me any emotions at all. They were just dreams that weren't
nightmares, nothing serious, except my sheets were drenched in my sperm
from earlier.


      * * * *


      The following day, classes went by so slow I felt like jumping out
the window of the building where my math class was located on a third
floor. Finally, after it seemed that a whopping 72 hours had gone by
instead of just 10 hours, it was time for me to meet Coach Lambert. I had
deleted the text message from my phone. I wanted him to go to jail because
of me, but not this soon. I wanted to enjoy him for a little while. I had
no idea this was a deadly game I was playing, and when I'd realize what I
had gotten myself into, it would be too late for me. For that reason, now,
in 2043, I was locked up in a cryonic capsule, and there was no scheduled
date for my reanimation. That part only came in movies and soap operas
about cryonics.


      We were alone that afternoon in the pool area. He stood there with
his hands on his hips. "How are you doing?"

      "I am dead tired. Wasn't it notable in my performance?"

      "Yes, it was, and I don't think I have to tell you of my
disappointment. That wasn't what I wanted to talk about when I texted you,
but I think we better discuss that, because if you slack off like that
again affecting the whole team, you're done."

      "I'm sorry, Coach."

      "You better be." His lips were smaller than what I had seen
yesterday. I was imagining things, but then again, who could blame me?
Yesterday I visualized him more voluptuous in his lips than he really was.

      I walked closer to him. "I couldn't sleep because I was tossing and
turning and soaking the bed with my spunk, dreaming about you."

      "You know I've never been involved with anyone so young, right?"

      "What do you mean? I am 15 and you're 22."

      "I take that as a compliment, but no, I am 31."

      "You're in pretty-good shape."

      "Yeah, well, you're in pretty bad shape, and although I don't expect
to have the best swimmers in the whole world as my team, I do expect my
swimmers to be in good physical and mental condition so they can perform
well, to the best of their ability."

      His words were going in one ear and out the other. I couldn't stop
staring at his beautiful face, me openmouthed.

      "Do you have ADHD?"

      "No."

      "What do I have to do to get your--" I came even closer, held his
face in my hands, and I kissed him. I was pathetic. Yesterday he was my
very first kiss in my life. Far from criticizing me he liked what I was
doing. He wrapped his big arm around me and held me tighter against him. He
kissed me even deeper when he noticed something I hadn't. Ten minutes
later, he broke the kiss and looked down at me. "You are paying attention."

      I looked down at myself and quickly covered my six-incher with both
hands.

      He laughed. "It's OK. It's not like I'd never seen one before. Come
on. I am bisexual. I've seen everything."

      "I thought you were gay."

      "No, I like girls, too."

      "Which do you like more?"

      "Both the same."

      I was sweating and backing out, but it was too late.

      He wrapped me in his arms again. "Would you like me to take care of
that?"

      I blushed and started sweating again. He started kissing my neck and
then did the same thing I'd done to him yesterday, except he started
bobbing his head up and down on me while sucking me like a vampire. I
started shedding tears and I tried to scream, but I couldn't. Two hours
later, he was tired, physically tired, and his mouth hurt.

      "Oh, my God..."

      "I'm going to ask you an intrusive question," I said, crying, but out
of ecstasy and not pain. "How many people have you been with?"


      "Three men and five women."

      "That's all?"

      "Yes. They were serious relationships, too. I don't have flings. I
wouldn't like to be used, so hoping I won't be, I don't use others."

      I swallowed my saliva. What would he do when he found out what I was
doing? "So you like men more."

      "I like whoever loves me. I'd spend the rest of my life with a woman
just like I'd spend the rest of my life with a man. I have no
preference. All that matters is what's in the heart." Without realizing it
he placed his hand on my chest, when he meant to place his hand on his own
chest, and noticed my heart was palpitating. "Whoa, take it easy there! I
was too aggressive, I have to slow down."

      He tried to walk away from me, but I held his hand. "Wait. No, you
weren't too aggressive. It was great."

      "But I did do it for too long."

      "No, it was..."

      "Come on, yes I did. The last time I did that for longer than usual
it was only a half an hour. No wonder your heart's jumping out of your
chest. I'm such an asshole."

      I hugged him. "No, you're not an asshole. My heart's pounding because
I am infatuated with you."

      He let go of me. "You said the key word, 'infatuated', not 'in
love'. People don't fall in love overnight. It's all lust. People who talk
about 'love at first sight' are full of crap. They're exaggerating. They've
been watching too many soap operas and reading too many romance
novels. This is real life. I am flattered you had wet dreams about me."

      "Wet dreams? More like dreams that made my mother wash all my sheets
and change my mattress!"

      He laughed again. "Aww, although I DON'T take that as a compliment
because it's all lust, none of my partners had gotten so excited dreaming
about me to the point of soaking their sheets and ruining their
mattresses."

      "Maybe they did, and they just didn't tell you."

      He smiled. "Come on, really?" He tried to walk away from me again,
but I held his hand again. I pulled him closer to me and he kissed me. Ten
minutes later, he said, "Come on, it's almost nine. Your parents must be
worried sick."

      "Yeah, man, yeah, but I told my best friend Saul to tell my mom that
I was over at his house playing Grand-Theft Auto if she called asking about
me."

      "You're 17 and you're playing Grand-Theft Auto."

      "I'm 15."

      He gasped. "Shit, I didn't pay attention to you guys' charts with
your basic information."

      "Do you really hate us that much, or were you just pissed at us
yesterday?"

      "I was pissed at Sheila Barnes, and I took it out on all you guys
yesterday. I'm sorry."

      "What did you do about Canela?"

      "Oh, the whole time we were in class I was screaming at him and
forcing him to do extra laps. At the end of the day, he was crying for his
Mama, literally." He laughed and I smiled. "Then I felt bad for him and
gave him a hug."

      "Aww, did you kiss him?"

      "Eh, no."

      "Are you trying to tell me your kisses are only for me?"

      That's when I lost contact with reality and drifted too deep into yet
another dream provoked by my biggest fears. This wasn't going to end
well. I should've known.

      "You know I haven't been with anyone for over eight months, and you
enamored me at a time when I was really needy and lonely, and I hate you
for it. You're a master manipulator." He pulled my head back causing me
pain and licked at my neck again. Then he said, "You're not playing with a
boy, you're playing with a man. Do you know what happens to boys that play
with men? They get defiled."

      I gasped. I never thought it would take him such a short time to see
right through me. He was way too experienced, and not just in the sex
department.

      Then I woke up from yet another dream I had been sleeping at the edge
of the pool, standing up, with my head over my arms. The coach had been
watching me do that for five minutes. He didn't wake me up. "Ah..."

      "You ARE indeed tired. You can't drive. You mind calling Saul to ask
him to take you home? No one can know you were with me, you know?"

      "Yeah, I'm going to call him. Where's my phone, though? Oh, God, I
didn't bring my phone!"

      "You did. It was in your pocket and it fell into the pool." He
pointed, showing me where the phone was.

      I gasped. "Oh, my God..."

      "Don't worry. I'll get you another one. That was my fault. I
shouldn't have made you come here to practice when you couldn't even keep
your eyes open."

      "Don't buy it in your name, though."

      "I'm just going to buy a random phone with no service on it and then
you can call your phone company and have them transfer your service to your
new phone.It'll look exactly like that one. What's your mobile provider?"

      "Metro."

      "OK, and that phone was a red..."

      I gave him the brand and the specifications of the phone.

      "OK. Call Saul from my phone private and ask him to take you home."

      "How do I do that?" I said with his phone in my hand.

      "Dial star 67 before the number."



Michelle Aguilera
michelle.aguilera001@aol.com