The Love of Coaches
Never in a million years would I have been able to dream of waking up like this; seeing Coach Lemmings next to me in bed while staring lovingly and happily at me. That handsome visage, feeling of taut muscles, and smell of locker room musk hitting my senses everyday I woke up. And as he straddled himself on top of me, pushed his bushy lips against mine and filled my mouth with that saliva he spewed out day in and day out while coaching those football jocks, I would find myself in heaven all over again.
All it took was for my scrawny boyfriend to use his one singular wish and wish for Coach's "appearance". A wish that not only reconstructed the reality itself, but everyone's perception of it. No one questioned why a grown man still lived in his parent's house, why the coach of the school suddenly knew nothing of sports, or why someone like me had now been dating the hunky and attractive coach for the last couple of years. I suddenly became the hot talk of the school, much to my dismay.
But alas, that would not last long, as Coach Lemmings here has invited our school's quarterback's father, a coach of his own but for another school, for some afternoon discussion. A perfect moment for me to grasp the medallion in my hand and make my own single wish before we're both locked out of its power.
Suffice to say, no one will ever question why two attractive muscle coaches still living with their parents are now heads over heels with each other, nor will anyone, us included, ever be able to reverse this. We'll just be Coach Lemmings and Coach Scott; loving, marrying, and worshiping each other for years on end, and living the life with the bodies we could only have dreamed of ever owning.
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