Blue RibbonChapter 3
Coach looked up at me. I was spent but I grabbed her hair and felt need still in me. I was a bit addled in the post coital haze. I would’ve cuddled with Lisa for the foreseeable future but I left her to the girls in the next stall. I held in my hand the soaked and dyed blonde hair of Coach Candace Ewerson, naked but for a yellow ribbon tied around her left wrist and the slick shiny covering of water dripping off every beautiful curve the thirty-something possessed. Things weren’t adding up...