Chapter 45: The shift - Cole

The music is blasting, and everyone is enjoying what is going to be the last of the warm days before autumn officially sets in and winter grips us. Everybody loves this about bye-week, it's the one time we get to have some fun, even though we know in the back of our minds the real work is about to start.

We're winning right now, but every school is good, and after last week, every school will come out guns blazing right now. I don't intend to lose. That national championship is ours, and I will fight tooth and nail to win it.

Monet is avoiding me, and her luscious ass is on full display as she runs to the water chased by Luke. That damn red bikini might as well have been a thong, barely containing anything.

"You want to disappear a little bit?"

My attention gets pulled away when Samantha's hands comes around my stomach from behind and she glues her front to my back. She's a pretty girl, and I know I shouldn't compare girls to one another, but she couldn't hold a candle to Monet even if she tried.

I tried fucking her the other day, she gladly opened her legs, but for the life of me I couldn't go through with it. Not even when I closed my eyes, and pretended she was Monet.

But her hair was just the wrong shade of brown, her eyes weren't golden and her skin wasn't tanned. My dick didn't even twitch. It's fucking broken now.

I made her cum and drove her home.

I should take her up on her offer, and go fuck her right now, but I can't. Not with Monet close by.

"Maybe later, okay?" I flip the sausages I'm busy barbecuing.

I think we both know that's not happening, because she scoffs and leaves me standing there to join some of the guys and girls sitting around a fire drinking beer.

Luke and the girls return from the lake, and the asshole shakes his head, splattering me with water while Amy laughs taking pictures.

"Monet , take a picture with Cole!"

I know she doesn't want to, because she pulls a face, but I hook my arm around her neck and drag her wet body into mine, kissing the top of her head.

"That is the cutest photo!" Amy exclaims. "Now where's the food, quarterback, we're hungry!"

The day quickly turns into night, and my date who I shouldn't have brought with, is drunk, and I help her into the tent before she passes out.

Monet is hardly drinking, much to my dismay, because maybe I could have convinced a drunk Monet to sleep with me.

We're gonna have a problem with Luke and Amy though.

"Do you know what you're doing?" I stop him on the way to the toilet. "You and Amy are not being very discreet right now. You don't want anything to get back to coach."

"I'll be careful!" He looks around us, and I know he lost the fight trying to resist her. "Amy is mine, okay? I'm tired of pretending otherwise."

I'm tired too. Just looking at Monet laughing sitting at the fire with a blanket over he shoulders is enough to send me into a spiral.

How could I want something so much and not have it?

The whole party winds down, most guys going to their tents with their girls, leaving only Monet and me of our group at the fire. She looks at the tent she's supposed to share with Amy, who disappeared a while ago with Luke.

"You wanna go to bed?" I throw my arms around her shoulders, and lean into her, the night air a little cool.

"Yeah, but I think my tent is occupied right now." She smiles at me, and I can't help but kiss the top of her head.

"My tent is big enough for you, come on."

I can see her hesitation, but it's not like she can sit alone at the fire the whole night, so she follows me into the tent I scored at an outdoor adventure shop who gave it to me for free if I only took some pictures for their marketing.

"Your date won't mind?" She whispers when I zip the side Samantha is sleeping in shut before showing Monet to the other side where there's a big blow up mattress scattered with pillows.

"She's not my girlfriend." I state when I peel my hoodie over my head and lie down on the mattress, watching her as she still stands there looking unsure. "Get in, I'm getting cold."

She doesn't take her hoodie off, and that might be for the best, even though her ass is in tiny shorts. I have to be careful here, because my dick is already hard under the blanket.

"I'll be big spoon." My voice sounds scratchy when she turns her back to me and I pull her into my body, careful not to let her ass touch my groin. "Goodnight, Monet."

My hand is resting on her covered stomach, and I thought she was a little mad at me for not responding to her texts, but she still lays her smaller hand on top of mine like she always did.

"Goodnight Cole."

Now how do I get my dick to deflate? Make it realize that this ass that looks too tempting, is not ours to claim?