Casting Call for Never Too Late

[BlueEyedLady]

We are still lacking a male to play the coach in this thread.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=256408

We need a guy who is a good writer and who likes to work on the plot as much as the bedroom scenes.

Would like to have this thread go forward and I think it can be a good one so, please, can we find someone who would like to post with us?

 

[The GrandMage]

Ehhh,....

And this thread is about a-what now?

 

[BlueEyedLady]

LOL and Hugs GM

Hi, hon...

Heres the first part to give you an idea....

I took off my reading glasses and rubbed my eyes. The glare from the computer was doing a number on my vision and I sighed as I got up and went into the kitchen from my small study to get a glass of iced tea and take a break.

I yawned and stretched on the way in, my T-shirt lifting to show my belly but that wasn't important. Because there was no one around to see it.

Pouring a glass of cool liquid, I leaned against the counter and thought about everything that had gone on in my past to bring me to this point in my life.

Pregnant before I was 20, marriage to a man who didn't really love me, divorce before our baby was 3 years old and then a life of hard work as a single mom while he was taken care of by babysitters and relatives who didn't usually have the time to do all the things I wanted to do with him but didn't have the time for because all my ex sent was excuses and threats from his lawyer.

Not that I minded working hard. Brian was worth it. God, was he ever. He had grown into a handsome, wonderful nineteen year old in spite of all my goofs and gaffs and I loved him dearly.

He was going off to his first year of college this year. On a basketball scholorship no less. Every time I thought of it, my heart burst with pride. Yeah, he had done real good.

And me? Well, I had finally done what I always wanted to do. I became a published author. What kind of books? Well, what kind of books does an almost 40 year old woman with a grown son and no husband or lover usually write? Yup, I was a romance novelist. Donna Cantrell...Dime Store Romance. *sighs*

Don't laugh. It pays the bills. And it gives me the freedom I've always wanted. Too bad I couldn't have done it when Bri was little and in his growing years. We could have spent some quality time together. I know he says that all the time we spent together was quality time but I would have like a little quantity in there too.

As I went back to my desk, I passed by the hall mirror and took a look at myself. Not bad, really. My body was fit and motherhood hadn't robbed me of my figure. My breast were still full and firmer than a woman my age usually has...and without surgery, thank you very much.

My long brown/blonde hair fell down to my waist. I had always loved my hair long. It made my face look at little less round. Oh, my face wasn't pudgy, just that round kind of face that makes you wish you could do something to make some cheekbones appear.

It did have one advantage though. I didn't look anywhere close to my age. When I told people how old I was they always had to check my ID. It was kind of fun, really. I looked like I was in my late 20s instead of my late 30s and approaching the big four-oh.

It was also my face that had people giving 'compliments' like "Isn't she cute?" Bleah. Yeah. Cute, sweet, precious...all those things that makes the recipient want to scream but instead they smile and say thank you and go home...alone. Because it's the women who get the compliments like "Damn! She is sooo hot!" that go home with the guy.

With a sigh, I left off my inner reflection. Too much of this and I would realize how lonely I was. I never let on to my son but I could kill for some male companionship. Not literally. That only happened in books. And not my books. In my books the woman always melts at the man's feet and he reaches down and picks her up and they...nevermind. Like I said, loneliness can drive you insane.

As I sat down at my computer, the phone began to ring. Glad for the interruption of my writer's block, I picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?" I said and the voice on the end of the phone line made me smile.

"Bri! Oh, Sweetie, it's good to hear from you. Did you get settled in? You did? That's good."

"You know, you could have stayed home and gone to college. It would save you money and it's not that long of a drive...okay, okay, I'll quit harping. I know you need your independance. Yes, hon, I'm fine....really! I'm fine. Just working on the next book is all."

"A game? Well, when is it? Yes, of course I'll make it! Wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll be there and maybe we can go out for pizza or something. How's you're coach? Ahh the tough but fair type, huh? Well that's good. He sounds like a real winner. Oh, yes! I do remember meeting him when you were recruited. Of course I remember meeting alot of coaches who wanted to recruit you at the time. At my age I can't try and remember them all."

"Hows your roommate? Do you like him? Great! Yeah, I know. You have to go. Busy now with all the grown up things you need to do."

"I am serious! No, I'm not teasing or making fun of you!" Laughing now. "I think it's wonderful. I've told you before...yes, yes, I know. You have to go. Okay, hon, I love you. Call me often!"

And then the phone clicked on the other end and I hung up with a smile. I'd take any excuse to see Bri again.

As I tried to go back to my writing I furrowed my brow and tried to remember Brian's coach. The image was fuzzy. As I said, he had had alot of calls from coaches from alot of colleges. He was that good.

With a sigh, I shrugged. Well, Bri liked him and I probably wouldn't have a chance to meet him face to face again so there was no sense in trying to remember a man I would only hear about over the phone. As long as my son was happy so was I.




And there you go, hon...thats my plost idea.

 

[The GrandMage]

Okay...

*thinks hard*

Naw. I'm probably not a good choice for this. As I know nothing about sports. Coach characters aren't for me.

Wish ya luck, though.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Thanks hon and...ahem...I think it's your turn in our other thread.

*grins*

Okay, any male out there willing to tackle this part?

 

[slowandeasy]

I'd like to give it a try, I'm into plot and like to play it .....slow and easy

working on my second cup of coffee. Will be with you in a bit (with your permission of course)

 

[BlueEyedLady]

welcome to the thread, hon, and thanks.