He runs off, shouting an apology.

"Really sorry, Coach Ruth!" Andrew yelled as he picked up his speed. "I've got something super important to do!". He turned and put a sprint on as Coach Ruth shouted after him. "Hey! Don't you run from me!", she shouted after the fading figure. She sighed. "Something to do? More like someone to do, piece of shit." She licked her lips. "If I had my way with that arrogant prick...I'd drain his fucking balls dry...make him my little bitch...", she muttered to herself as she wandered back inside. Maybe there was some other stud to get her hands on before they left...

Andrew was panting by the time he got to Maia's place. He had practically run the whole way there to avoid getting interrupted again. He cleared his throat, and knocked on Maia's door. He thought he was ready for her, but he was so wrong.

Maia opened the door in the tightest tank top he'd ever seen. A low cut, pink number that hugged her gorgeous tits so tight it was like they were painted on. She was clearly not wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking out from the fabric. Her DD-cup tits were on full display, ready to be squeezed and sucked by some lucky Hockey player. She was also wearing a set of black work-out hot pants, so tight and form fitting, making what was already a perfect ass look somehow better. Her lips were coated in a sweet looking pink gloss and her lidded eyes looked right into his, hungrily.

She wasn't messing around. She wanted to fuck. Andy was moments away from just whipping out his cock and seeing what happens. The only question that remained was if it was going to start right here, or if they were going to keep pretending to be civil.