I fell for my gymnastic coach Pt 5
All T's and C's apply
After the doctor's and road side service we ended up back at his place. It was a somber mood while just sitting on his couch. He brought me a cup of tea and we just cuddled a little bit before I started my story.
His head was resting on my lap as I looked down at him. I smiled then started to tell him, "So let me tell you my story. The reason I could not reach my parents is because they are no longer living."
I paused and a couple of tears come rolling down.
He did not say a word but just lifted off my lap and embraced me in a hug. He whispered into my ear, "Do not need to keep going if it is too painful."
"No, I want you to know this. It happened so fast. Please some nights, my dreams remind me of that fateful night," I took a deep breath in and let it out.
His hands were holding mine and would not let go for the whole time I told him.
"That night, the dreadful night. My brother and I, I was 16 and he was 12. We went to bed around our normal time of nine o'clock. Usually, I would wait till ten or eleven and listen for my parents to go to bed. That was normal and I passed out. Then I heard a shattering of glass coming from down the hallway of the house. It sounded like it come from my parents' bedroom. I got out of bed and check in on Austin. He was still out," I paused again with a sigh and few more tears.
"I walked out of my room and down the hall. I heard a few more muffled noises coming from my parent's room. The door was locked and all I heard was gurgling noises. I threw my shoulder into the door to try and break it down. After the third try, I made it through with a thud. I fell on the ground and the first thing I noticed that the window was broken. Then I felt the something on my hands," I took another deep breath.
I took a sip of tea and my mind just had that image in there. "I got up and my pajama pants were wet as well. That is when I noticed both of my parents. My dad was face down on the ground not moving and my mom was in the bed. The sheets were covered in red and so was the carpet of the room. I quick went to the phone and called 911. I shut the door so Austin would not come in," I broke into tears.
Darren grabbed me and he hugged me so tight. "I am so sorry," was all that he kept repeating into my ears.
"Do you want me to continue?" I asked him.
"Only if you want to," I said with his own tears coming out of his eyes.
I kissed his tears away and continue, "So I was on the phone with the operator and she was walking me through the steps of checking for pulses. I checked and neither of them had a pulse. She told me to go and grab my brother. Take him outside and wait for the emergency staff. I stayed on the phone as I walked out their room. I quickly went into our room grabbed some clothes and woke up my brother. He was being a little slow so I fireman picked him up and dragged him out of the house. Just as I stepped out of the house, the sirens and flashing red lights were there. They rushed past us and into the rooms. The fire fighters grabbed us and tossed some blankets over our bodies. They interviewed us but I was in shock so that part was a little fuzzy," I paused to take another sip of tea to calm myself.
Darren took another sip of his tea and sighed. He was awaiting for my next word.
"Then I saw the gurneys and the black bags on top of them. They were being carted off in the ambulances. I knew what that might but trying to explain that to Austin is going to another thing. Then come the boys in blue. The questions came flying at me and all I wanted to do was clam up. I wanted to protect my brother since we were the only ones left. No grandparents or relatives, just me and Austin. After the cops did there questioning and I answered the best I could telling them my story, I heard some over their walkie talkies," I paused once more.
"What did you hear?" he asked me.
"Down the street was another break in but gunshots were fired. Some of the cops went running down the street. A few moments later the walkie talkie went off again. Someone was shoot down the street. I did not know it at the time but the person that killed my parents tried to break into another house to hide but picked the wrong one. He became Swiss cheese after he broke into that house," I paused and looked at Darren.
He was in completed tears. I hugged him because I believe I cried enough tears over the past two years since that night. Lonely nights with just the tears on my pillow. "Some people asked if we had anywhere to stay. We said no then had to take us down to the police station. Child protection services was called and came and talked to us. We told them our situation and that was our house and wanted to go back. Yet you know that we could not live without adult supervision. They allowed us to go back but only to stay till they figured what to do next," I said with a sniffle.
"A week had past and I became very protective of Austin. I would not let him out of my sight and CPS came back. They told us to pack up all our stuff we wanted and to join them. CPS took us to a foster home. The rest of our stuff got put in storage and the house was sold. We each had a saving account we could touch if there was an adult with us. Anyway, that is when my next heart break happened," I told him.
I took one more breath because I do not know how much longer I can hold back the tears. "Adoption day, I was happy but was hoping that Austin and I would be adopted as a pair. However, that did not happen. I was too old for most people to want but Austin got picked up quickly. To this day, I want to know what happened to him and reunite with him. Just to make sure he is okay and is been treated well. So I bounced from foster parents to foster parent but it never worked out. The only thing that got me through it was the discipline Gymnastics taught me and being able to continue with that," that is when I finally broke down.
The story paused for a few moments as both us broke down crying on each other's' shoulder. After we wiped away our tears, I need to finish the story which explained my situation now. I lifted his chin and kissed him passionately to let him know I have moved on from my past.
"What was that for?" he asked me.
"The best saying someone told me from one of my foster families was this, "If you are walking through hell, just keep walking forward," I told him. He had a confused look on his face. "Just think about it while I finish the rest of the story."
"So before my eighteenth birthday, something happened," I paused to make sure he was listening.
"What happened?" he asked me.
"A little old lady came into the foster home, she was in her late seventies with a cane walking slowly. We lined up and that is when I really felt like cattle ready to be slaughter. She poked and squeezed ever muscle of mine. She was looking for a young live in caretaker. She figured that adopting someone would be worth her time because all her other ones did not work for her," I told him.
"Wow, she really did that?" he asked a little jealous.
"No worries it was nothing sexual. She went down the line and she stop at me after the poking and prodding she did. What's your name? Nolan. How old are? Almost 18. You're a gymnast right? Yes, ma'am. Good, come with me. I followed suit and we both left that day. She had me drive here home and we went over the ground rules. She would give me a list of chores to do for her and I would do them by the end of the week, no excuse. In return, you can stay here as long as you need rent free. Also I will give you some spending money to go have fun since you are young. Also you must come home every other night so I know you're ok and for you to make sure I am ok," I told him.
"So that is why you do not spend more than one night here. Also why I have not seen where you live," he chimed in after all that. "I see what you mean. You came out stronger and had a happy ending to that chapter. What about your brother?"
"I been hoping to find him but no luck. I think they changed his last name so I have no clue where to find him," I said back to him.
"I am sorry," he said rubbing my back.
"It's okay, we will meet again someday. Also Ms. Fay would like to meet you since she is like my adopted mother. Would dinner be okay tomorrow night or the next night? I'll be cooking for all of us," I told him.
"That would be great, I get to meet your family before you get to meet mine. Never had that happen before," he told me with some excitement in his voice.
"You're the first boyfriend I've told that too. Most of the other ones would just tell me stop," I said with some sorrow in my voice.
He did not say anything more but just pulled me into a hug and kissed the side of my neck. I melt into his embrace. That is when I noticed the time. I knew that I need to go. It was about ten o'clock. I kissed him good night and told him I would pick him up tomorrow.
He kissed me back and told me to text him when I got back home. I walked out of his place and headed home. I made it home and Ms. Fay was just passed out in front of the T.V. in her favorite recliner. I shook her shoulder and she jolted up.
"I am up," she shouted.
"It's just me," I said back to her.
"You just told him and he wants to meet me," she said to me before I could not say anything.
"Still do not know how you do that but yes. Dinner tomorrow night alright with you?" I asked her as I help her to the bedroom.
"Tomorrow night is fine," she told me as she walked into her room. She shut the door and I went back to the living room. I turned off the T.V. and light and headed off to the bed myself. I opened the door to my little room and dived onto the bed. I pulled out my phone, texted Darren good night and placed it on the charger. I could not keep my eyes open for a response.
I awoke the next morning to a nice surprise. I looked over at my phone and it was about nine in the morning. There was two texts on my phone, both from Darren. First was from last night telling me good night and sweet dreams. The second one was him telling me that he will meet me at my house later today. He would be running errands.
I replied to his text telling him ok and sent him my address. His response was a smiley emoji with a kiss. I started my day just finishing the chore list Ms. Fay gave me this week.
About three o'clock, I was just finishing my chores as my phone went off. Darren texted me saying he should be there by four. I texted back and said great. Then my nose got a whiff of Ms. Fay's famous Chicken parmesan. I smiled from the smell then another odor came into my nose. It was me and I did not smell anything like that. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower.
The water flowing over me felt amazing. I stood there for a few moments just enjoying the flow of water caressing my tight body. Then my hands following the flow of water down over my abs and into the little treasure trail I normally keep trimmed. I took a step forward and little flow over my backside. I could feel it slowly going down my spine and into the crevice that my two perky globes that my training have made down below.
I tilted my head back as a complete wave of euphoria washed over me. My mind started thinking about Darren and his body. Then my member down south started rising and my hands found a there way there. They slowly encased my member and soon my whole self was on auto pilot. One hand slowly stroking and the other teasing my balls with gentle tugs.
My mouth opened and moaned out Darren's name. Then more words about what I wish Darren was doing to me right now. Then I bent forward and looked down at my hand stroking my member. The water now flowing and dripping off my body as I was hunched forward in the shower. I was halfway through when my mind told me to hurry up because the real think is coming soon. I did not want to hurry up but I did not want to get caught like this either by Darren or Ms. Fay.
Secretly, I wish Darren would walk in on me doing this and just walk into the shower fully clothed. He would then get on his knees and started using his mouth on my member. My hand started to pick up speed just thinking about how hot that scene would be and now more than ten strokes one finally moan came out of my mouth.
That moan last all five shots as I painted the shower walk with my white creaminess. I let go on my member and used the hand to support myself so I would not fall on the shower floor. I took a moment to get my mind back from the ecstasy that it was lost in. My breathing started come back as my other sense started working as well.
I felt the water starting to chill my skin instead of burning it off. I knew I need to get out and get ready for tonight. I turned off the water and shook of the excess droplets before using the towel. That towel hugged me as I wiped myself down. I quickly throw on some clothes just as I heard the doorbell ring.
"I got it," I yelled from my room. I quickly ran to the front door and grabbed the handle. I turned it and the door open.
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