Coach Stiles [Edited]

It was early in the afternoon in Newport.

As her own boss, Kirsten had a flexible schedule. She was a branch real estate agency executive, working only under her dad and a board of shareholders. She followed a pressure gauge of appointments and sales more than a geometric schedule.

Ryan and Seth had been in the latter's room for quite a while. And they weren't coming out anytime soon.

Seth was trying to educate Ryan in comics.

These two already got along like longtime friends, as if they had known each other since the cradle.

Stiles could deliver such an appraisal thanks to his ability to read hearts. He could cover a large part of the house with it, and the coverage area would keep growing with his strength.

Ryan was popular with the girls, but he was also a bit of a nerd. A little bit. Enough to appreciate a good superhero comic.

The internet still needed to be especially free and advanced. Only some things were directly available online back then in the early 2000s.

Since Ryan couldn't afford to buy things like comics where he came from before, it was a luxury; he took the time to leaf through what the young Cohen showcased. He had little to do in the new house before Sandy returned. To get ready for and attend the fashion show.

Ryan, like Seth, had his dose of video games in the morning and was a bit fed up.

Stiles paid no more than the attention he needed to either of them, though. He just had to know where they were and what they were doing.

Kirsten was barefoot, just like him, when he walked her upstairs to her bedroom.

"That's nice of you, Stiles; you didn't have to walk me this far, though." When they got to the bedroom, Kirsten remarked. She was a little embarrassed.

Happy, but a little embarrassed—in a good way, of course...

Her smile and good mood said a lot about Stiles' new charm. More when she was actually tired.

Kirsten's tense attitude had completed 180° in one night and morning.

Not only was she not on edge anymore, but she was also enjoying Stiles' presence.

She didn't know much about him and wanted to know a little more.

"It's the least I can do; let's see," Stiles replied with a knowing smile. "If my mother was still alive, she would give me a hard time if I didn't do the same..."

"Your mother?" Kirsten took a moment to remember something Sandy had told her about. With a delicate and more concerned tone, she said, "Right; Sandy told me that you lost your parents recently. I can't imagine the ordeal at your age. You're not even sixteen yet, my God..."

"That's life," Stiles commented with humility and reservation. He did not go into details. Following Kirsten, once inside the bedroom, he asked, "Should I put this here or elsewhere?" He was referring to the shiny black leather heels he had in his hand.

"Ah, here's okay..."

"Like this?"

"Y-yes, thank you." Thanking him, Kirsten went through a multitude of emotions. She nodded quickly but stammered at the end.

Stiles was getting more and more likable.

He wasn't just handsome. He had a depth to him that aroused Kirsten's maternal interest. Much more interest than she should normally have.

Maybe it was an instinct?

It would be god-awful and would tell a lot about her if it was...

At that moment, it didn't take long for Kirsten to realize that what she felt towards the young boy could be dangerous.

Especially when he could captivate more than just her body. Raising her interest, soon he could capture her heart if she became careless...

She wasn't too old to get a crush on a boy. There was no such thing as an age when those things were discussed.

If she started to listen to her rising lust, the result, which she could easily imagine, could only be disastrous...

Kirsten wondered if Stiles was eyeing her the same way, with the same sudden cravings, when he asked in a good mood, "Now that's set. Can I help with something else?"

He had time to waste...although he considered that Kirsten would never be wasted time.

Kirsten was a radiant woman. She looked really pleasant-tasting... On top of all that, she was brave and kind.

She was born into an upper-class family and raised like the top crop. Which wasn't a detail—she was your modern princess.

She was so without the posture and the stubborn, useless pride that came with it.

Men liked princesses, and so did he.

She was rare, she had a positive personality, and another thing was that she aged like fine wine.

What more did one need?

What more could one ask for?

Kirsten was the perfect woman for a hormonal teenager like him.

She was downright irresistible.

When he started wondering if she was menopausal, Stiles only found her more and more attractive.

From the height of her forties, was she still fertile? This could be the case with such a sculptural body...

Stiles wasn't sure if she was doing yoga or another sport to maintain her looks, but she had a crazy ass. And lips to kill for.

The lips on her face, of course.

Stiles couldn't see the others, although he wouldn't mind undressing her.

What he was already doing with his eyes, apparently...

Stiles was reading the heart of the blushing Kirsten when she stammered and said with her beautiful eyes, "N-no, thanks, Stiles. Something on my face?" The two didn't stand close, but also not far from each other when she asked.

The woman had a dryad look. She looked like a goddess of the pale blue depths.

It was the detail that disturbed Stiles the most. To the point of almost losing himself in her eyes.

In two lifetimes, he hadn't seen a gaze like hers. Such loving eyes were hard to encounter.

They told him that she had a great deal of love to give to the world. Boundless sweetness, if one pushed her right buttons...

If asked what mother he would have wanted if he hadn't already in his previous lives, Stiles reckoned he could have answered Kirsten without wavering.

Stiles couldn't tell if he was dragging around an Oedipus complex, but he certainly had one for Kirsten.

In her case, he felt like it would be carrying him more than dragging him...

"Nope." Stiles smiles. "Can I say something without wanting to offend you?"

"It depends on what, but go ahead. I'm listening..." Full of apprehension, Kirsten asked. She frowned a little, expecting the worst from Stiles.

Stiles coughed clumsily and said, "It's just random flattery from a teenager, but you're beautiful, Kirsten."

Kirsten's eyes widened, and her cheeks burned as she said, "T-thank you... Just flattery, though?"

"What else ?" Stiles looked innocent as he asked.

"I...well..." Kirsten was at a loss for words.

Seeing his prank succeed, Stiles laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, your face's priceless..."

"..." Kirsten was silent and with a dark face. A cute one.

Stiles suddenly put on a serious face and immediately clarified, "It would've been less funny if it wasn't me joking, though. Sorry to say so impolitely, but I find you hot, Kirsten. Is that allowed?"

"Y-you do?" Kirsten asked, startled. She was happy when she inquired with an extremely curious face. She looked like a Sherlock, minus the typical dressing style.

"Yes. Is that a surprise? You're very hot if I can say..." Stiles told again.

"Okay, okay... You made your point. That's a little too much now." Kirsten was smiling with Stiles and hitting his shoulder when she stated.

"Ouch," Stiles said.

"Come on, I don't think I hit you that hard, young man. You look more solid than that. Show me how you do those push-ups." A bit more relaxed, natural, Kirsten told. She had totally accepted Stiles as a foster son now.

... Or so she told herself...

But then again, some mothers and sons had peculiar plans for each other... Stiles couldn't deny this point when he read her most recent feelings.

Some time passed. The relationship between Stiles and Kirsten was taking fast turns.

Turns she denied in her head...

After some more teasing from Stiles, she changed into a jogging suit, with the former's eyes tending to the garden and the pool. Through the window.

She was going for a run.

... They were going for a run.

Hehe.

Feeling increasingly audacious, with so much time to burn, Stiles decided to act like a supporting son.

It just happened that he enjoyed running and Kirsten had yet to eat.

She would grab a sandwich on the beach for lunch.

Since they were going to be alone, with many places where they could rest, with even fewer eyes on them, Stiles wanted to get her a full meal.

He was hoping she liked milk-made desserts, since she was watching her weight.

It wasn't easy to feed milfs. Especially in places like Newport.

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Somewhere on the beach, a dark-haired, pale-skinned young woman about the same age as Stiles had her clothes and armpits wet with sweat.

Trying to keep her good habits, she would run with big strides even though she got up later than expected.

The night had been long for her.

She found it difficult to close her eye after what she had seen.

Or believed to have seen in this case, since she had nobody with whom to speak about it.

She didn't know how to broach such a subject. She had a hard time believing what she saw herself, to begin with.

The young woman in question was Allison Argent. A new resident of the upscale neighborhood.

She had yet to make friends here, but she was counting on making some before the start of the school year if she could.

Allison had already been running at full throttle for a good twenty minutes. She was not in her most Olympic form and planning to return to it.

She had quit gymnastics for quite a while and wasn't running as much as she wanted lately.

Out of breath, she quickly settled on taking a short break in a café she saw on the seaside.