“Titi!!!” Nari ran up to me with his arms wide open.
I hugged his little body even though he was sweaty and covered in grass residue. He’d been playing soccer with his friends, swearing he was going to be like Kylan, my friend Kae’s professional soccer player boyfriend. I believed in his dreams and wanted him to go far, especially since he was now my responsibility due to my sister’s passing.
“Hey, baby boy. Score any points today?”
“Four! Mikey couldn’t even stop me. I’m a beast, titi!”
“I believe you are!” I smiled as he ran back out on the field.
For another hour, I sat on the bleachers, watching them practice. The sun was going down, and I was grateful for the Irish Springs soap I used because while everyone else was complaining about mosquitos, I wasn’t even being bothered. The coach, Fabian St. Claire, rounded the boys up for a huddle before releasing them. Nari stayed behind, talking to him a little and I waited near the fence, ready to get home and shower again. The soap may have kept the bugs away, but it did nothing for the strong scent of the outdoors.
“Coach, catch this!” Nari yelled, hiking his leg back before he launched the ball in Coach St. Claire’s direction.
It was as if everything moved in slow motion, and I wanted to stop what was happening before it happened but couldn’t. Coach St. Claire wasn’t prepared for the ball to already be on the way, and Nari was a star kicker. His aim was also immaculate because I winced when the ball connected with St. Claire’s crotch. He cried out before falling to the ground.
“Oh, no!” Nari yelled, running over to him. I ran out onto the field, in full nurse mode, as well.
“Ahh!” Fabian cried, holding himself.
“Nari, back up, baby,” I stated, falling to my knees to examine Fabian. He was still holding himself.
“Fuck!” He gritted, shaking. “Killer kicker,” he hissed.
“Okay, let me help. I’m a nurse,” I stated, removing his hands and without thinking of anything else, I lightly pressed on the area the ball nicked. “Scale of one to ten?”
“Twelve. I feel like it’s gonna fall off.”
“Okay, this is really going to hurt, but I have to help you up. We need to get you to the hospital to make sure there is no severe damage. Nari, go grab ice from the cooler. Put it in a bag or a shirt or something that Coach can hold.”
“I’m so sorry, Coach. I didn’t—”
“Nari, apologies later. Go do what I asked,” I responded, knowing he would start crying in a moment.
“Let’s get you up, Coach.” I stood slowly, bringing him up with me. it took a moment, but when we finally got up, I assisted him to the car, careful not to rush him. I’d seen all kinds of damage to groins in my time as a nurse, so a simple kick could turn into something a lot worse.
Once in the car, I had him lay in the back and hold the shirt tied with ice against his crotch. Nari sat up front, still apologizing and we were on our way. The ride to the hospital was less than ten minutes and I pulled into the emergency area and helped him out.
I flagged my way in with my badge and explained to the nurses on duty what happened. Of course, they were short-staffed, so I left Nari with one of my favorite front desk nurses until Tiffani or Clarissa could come to get him. We got Fabian to a room, and I put on a gown before we had to undress him and examine him.
“You comfortable with this?” I asked before assisting with the removal of his pants.
“I mean, I would have at least liked to take you out to dinner first. But this shit is throbbing, and not in a good way, so do your thing.” He tried to laugh it off, but I knew the power of Nari’s kicks. The proof was in the shattered TV that sat in the garage.
Ignoring his comments, I helped get him out of his pants, and sure enough, it was a little swollen and not how a man wanted to be. Dr. Banks came in and assisted as we got him taken care of with more ice therapy, ibuprofen, and some fluids. He fell asleep for a bit while in the process, and I sat in the room with him since Clarissa had come to scoop up Nari.
When he woke up two hours later, his first move was to look down at his crotch, moving his gown to take a better look, and ignoring that he wasn’t in the room alone. I turned my head to give him some privacy, but he groaned.
“Are you okay?” I asked, jumping back into nurse mode.
“Oh, hey. Yeah, I just… Bruises.”
“A couple days of some ice therapy, you should be fine. Nari apologies.”
“He’s good. That’s why I trained him to do and that’s why he’s my star. I won’t be able to make it to the practices for the rest of the week, but that’s okay.”
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“Natima, honestly, thank you. The only thing I need from you though is to tell me that I can actually take you to that dinner I mentioned earlier.”
“Huh?” I asked, thinking he was joking, but the way he was looking at me, he was serious.
It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. Fabian was very attractive, even laid up in the hospital bed, but I didn’t want to be the “parent” dating the coach. Nari didn’t need to be embarrassed like that or accused of getting any special treatment because I was dating the coach.
And that made me dial it back because he’d only asked for dinner…Not a relationship.
“I’m not dating now.”
“Why?” he asked.
She sat back in the chair, filling it in the best way. Even beneath the scrub shirt she’s put on, I could make out her figure. It was something I’d grown accustomed to seeing over the last few weeks she’d been bringing Nari to practice. When I first saw her, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and my assistant coach had to snap me back into reality because I’d daydreamed about doing some filthy things to her.
“Why?” I asked again. “Is it because I’m his coach? Or you just don’t find me attractive.”
“That’s definitely not it.”
“The coach part or the attractive part? Because I kinda feel like I look really good, but I could be wrong. If you told me I was unattractive, I’d believe you.”
That got her to laugh, exposing pretty, natural teeth. She licked at the corner of her mouth briefly and I wanted to be that corner so badly. I didn’t even care that my dick was throbbing for multiple reasons right now. Natima was beautiful and I wanted to take her to dinner and then eat her afterward if I was being honest.
“I think you’re very attractive, I just—”
“So, I’m fine?” I asked, teasing again.
“It’s giving more conceited…” she smiled.
“My bad, my bad. I just like to know what a beautiful lady thinks about me. So, it’s probably because I’m the coach, and I don’t really give a fuck about that. I feel like the least you can let me do for your nephew injuring me and you seeing my goods already is take you out to dinner.”
“Manipulative.”
“If that’s what it takes to show you a good time… I’ll be that.”
“Can I think about it?”
“You got however long my recovery takes.” I laid back on the bed and faked sleep. Her laugh was infectious, causing me to smile mid-show.
2 weeks later
I’d always gotten what I wanted, and Natima was no different. I planned to ask her out sooner, but after the first few times I saw her, I believed that she was seeing someone. Then with her work schedule, one of her friends had been bringing Nari to practice. I must say I thought she was pretty too, and in general, I had a thing for bigger women. Natima was unmatched in my eyes though. Chocolate skin, big titties, and a big ass I wanted my hands filled with…Then to top it off, that smile of hers… I was mesmerized, to say the least.
Sitting across the table from her in the dimly lit restaurant, she was still shining brightly. Her aura was inviting, something that I realized that other people didn’t get. She’d probably seemed stuck up, just from looking at her, but she was a nurse after all. Caring for people was her love and talking to her, I learned more about her that I could love. Nari was lucky to have her step into his life. I had to make sure dating her was okay with my little dude. He negotiated that I would have extra practices with him and for his auntie… That was a cool deal with me.
“So, how’s your…injury feeling?”
“If I responded to that the way I wanted to… You’d probably run up outta here,” I stated before taking a sip of the wine she’d picked.
“Speak your mind, Coach St. Claire.”
“Bet,” I said, setting the glass down and placing my elbows on the table, closing some of the distance between us. “I’m feeling better, but I want you to test it out and see if it still works properly…even if that risks further damage.”
The gulp had me knowing that I had her exactly where I wanted her. The look in her eye was even more confirmation. I sat back, watching her, and took another sip of my wine. The wheels were turning in her pretty little head, and I hoped that when they stopped, they landed on me.
“I’m not interested in casual sex, unfortunately…” she shrugged, probably thinking she was shattering my hopes and dreams, but the joke was on her.
“Good, because there’s nothing casual about the way I’m gonna do your body. So, do you wanna finish dinner here or take it to go?” I asked, zeroing in on her. I was sure the intensity of my gaze was doing to her what the way she was looking at me was doing to me.
I wanted—no—needed her. My dick was working properly, I knew that by the number of times, I’d cum at the thought of her over the past week. Shit, I was damn near at attention at that moment. Her hands, I was familiar with the feel of, her aura too, but I wanted to feel what she felt like inside.
“You gonna let me sit on your face?” she asked, biting back a smirk but failing miserably.
“You can ride it, baby. I’m ready when you are.”
The smile spreading across her face gave me confirmation to flag the waitress down and close the tab. Dessert could go to the house with us because I had a few ideas in mind for her. The one thing though, she really didn’t have to worry about this being casual. We were both thirty-four and my casual days were behind me. I was looking for a wife, and it could be premature… but I was sure she’d be that.
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