by Jamie Knight
I remove my shirt, and Jenny averts her eyes. I quietly chuckle at the fact that she’s shy looking at my naked body even though we had sex the other night. I guess that’s just who she is.
I strip down to my boxers and go over to the tub. I slowly sink in, submerging myself in the cool water. I almost expected steam to fly out given just how on fire my muscles are. It feels amazing sitting here, and I throw my head back, closing my eyes.
I hear the some shuffling around and open my eyes to see Jenny bring a chair out and sit at the side of the tub, facing me.
“Are you here to hang out?”
“I thought you might like some company.”
“You were thinking about me?”
She scrunches her nose at me and smiles. “Ugh, maybe?” she mutters. “Is the ice bath helping?”
“Yeah, it feels great,” I sigh. I sink a little deeper, making sure to get every single part of my body minus my head under the icy depths. I am highly anticipating warming this up and letting everything loosen up.
Jenny moves a little closer, leaning over and dipping her hand inside. She quickly retracts it.
“Jesus! That’s really cold. How can you stand it?”
“I’ve gotten used to it,” I shrug. “Plus, it’s heaven on my aching body.”
“You’ve gotten used to that Arctic climate?”
“It’s not as bad as you think. Why don’t you give it a try?”
Her eyes go wide as she shakes her head. “Oh, I don’t know…”
“I can promise you it won’t totally suck,” I start. I turn my eyes upward, pretending to think for a second. “I think. I think I can promise that it won’t totally suck.”
Jenny narrows her eyes, eyeballing me suspiciously. I’d really like her to jump in here with me. I know the tub would heat up a lot faster.
She stands up and goes for the hem of her shirt.
“O-kay,” she says hesitantly. “But, if you’re lying to me, I might not be able to ever forgive you.” She pulls off her shirt, and then her pants come off next. She’s standing in front of me in her underwear, and I want to jump out of this bath and ravish her right on my balcony, but I hold off because I really want her among all this ice with me.
It’ll be fun.
I think.
Jenny starts with her toe, but quickly gives up.
“It’s too cold,” she whines.
“You have to just jump in. If you do it slowly, it’ll be a lot harder.”
She does a little circle, shaking out her hands. “Okay, okay, I can do this. It’s just a little water, it can’t hurt me.” She takes a deep breath and then gets into the tub as quickly as possible. She goes so far as to fully submerge her head, something I did not recommend.
“Jenny!”
She comes up for air, wiping the water from her face. She grabs her shoulders, shivering a little. “It’s still cold you liar!” She looks so cute, holding onto herself and trying to contain all that anger. I can’t keep my laugh in. It starts off small, but soon I’m almost doubled over. I see a little of Jenny’s fight drain out of her, and, at least, she’s smiling.
“You weren’t supposed to put your head under. I can start the hot tub, so it’ll warm up soon.” I reach over to the controls and switch them on. The rest of the ice should melt pretty quickly, and, soon, we’ll be in nice, warm water.
I move back to the edge of the tub, and Jenny is across from me. She still seems a little chilly, so I motion for her to get a little closer.
“Come here.”
She moves over to me and I have her lie her back on my stomach. I wrap my arms around her and do my best to give her as much body heat as possible.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Mmhm,” she nods.
Having her in my arms makes me want to be even closer with her, so I start kissing her neck and shoulder, placing my lips softly on her skin.
“Does that feel nice?”
“Mmhm,” she repeats.
I move her hair to one side, fully freeing up her neck, so I can kiss all the way up it. I shift my body a little bit and nudge her, so she turns around to face me. She places her knees on either side of me, wrapping her hands around my shoulders.
“You played really well tonight,” she comments.
“You think?”
“Yeah, almost no one got past you tonight. And that tackle you made in the second half. Totally epic. I mean, that running back really thought he was going to get through you and get to the endzone, but you showed him otherwise.”
I tilt my head to the side. That was a surprising amount of knowledge.
“You sure know a lot for someone who claims to hate football.”
She turns her head away and blushes. “Right, I mean, I have to know these things for my major. If I want to do sports medicine, I’ve got to know sports, right?”
I can’t argue with her there, but she seemed excited telling me about my plays. I still think Jenny is hiding something from me, but I’m not going to press her on it. It’s probably not even that big of a deal.
“Do you want to tell me more things you think are impressive about me?”
“No!” she swats at my shoulder. “I don’t think you need a bigger ego.”
She’s been wiggling on my lap, and I can feel my erection getting bigger. I’m sure it’s pressing into her leg. If she hasn’t noticed it yet, I pull her into my pelvis, so she does.
“There’s nothing that you can think of to comment on?”
Her face almost falls off, she’s so caught off guard. “Oh, that’s what you meant?”
I chuckle. “Maybe?” I shrug.
Jenny presses herself against my body, bringing her lips down on mine. I use my tongue to open up her mouth and taste her. I get hints of chocolate. She must have had some at the game. There are always more than enough snacks there.
I pull her bra strap off her shoulder and then do the other side. I fumble with the clasp of her bra while we’re still kissing. I pull it off her arms and throw it somewhere, hearing it landing in the water. Jenny moves her head, our kiss ending. She rubs her fingers along my cheek, softly going from there, to my lips, and up the other side.
“Are you happy with tonight?”
“Yeah,” I say, nudging my nose against her shoulder. “Tonight could not be better.”
“No, I meant with the game. Are you happy with how it went?”
“Yeah,” I answer, picking up my head. “I played well, the team won, it was a great game for us.”
“That’s good.”
I’m a little confused with all the questions she’s asking me.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Why?”
“You’re just asking me a lot of questions like maybe you want to slow things down. I realize last night might have been a lot, and I could have handled things better –”
Jenny puts her hand on my mouth, shushing me. “I’m not asking you all these questions because I want to stop, and last night was great for me. I had a lot of fun. I’m just curious, I guess. I feel like I should know more about you. We’re supposed to be engaged, but, also, I guess now that we’re sleeping together, it feels like I need to know more about you. We haven’t even cracked the surface of one another.”
I can see the point she is trying to make. It’s just hard to get to know someone in such a crunched time span. Plus, I’ve never had a serious girlfriend, not that Jenny is my girlfriend. It’s more that I am unsure about what we should be doing regarding our public image.
“Why don’t I pick up some childhood photos from my parents, and we can take a trip down memory lane?”
“Some Jameson Kendrick baby photos? I’ll get the exclusive?”
“Oh, you’ll get more than the exclusive.” I wrap my arms around her back and lift. Jenny legs instinctually go around my waist, her arms circling my shoulders.
“Where are we going?”
“I thought we’d head inside.”
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sp; Chapter Eighteen
Jameson
I switch the power to the hot tub off and get the two of us inside. Once we’re back in the apartment, Jenny starts peppering my face with kisses. I stumble around a little, trying to catch each one, before plopping her down on the kitchen counter. We’re both still wet from the hot tub, my hands sliding all over her skin.
“Are you going to make me come again?”
“Lie back,” I command.
She does what I request, slowly bringing her back down on the hard surface. She arches slightly, her nipples protruding even more. I slip my fingers into the top of her panties, peeling them off her wet skin. They fall to the ground, and I kick them to the side.
Looking down at her naked body, my erection roars to be released, but I want to worship every inch of her before being inside of her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
“You don’t have to say that,” Jenny says, averting her eyes.
I know I shouldn’t make such a fuss every time she puts herself down, but it annoys me so much because the things she says about herself aren’t true.
“I wish you would realize you’re pretty cool, Jenny.”
Her eyes go wide, and she zips her mouth up. I’m waiting to see if she might say something, but it looks like I freaked her out. I don’t want to things to stay awkward, so I move past it, yet again, and go back to touching her.
My fingers graze her stomach, going up to her breasts. I massage them from the bottom before rolling her nipple between my fingers. She bites the bottom of her lip, her muscles visibly tensing up.
I continue to slowly play with her breast pinching the tip every so often. I move to her other one, giving the exact same treatment, keeping my lazy pace. Last night felt like it was over much too quick. I held back as much as I could, moving with as much slowness as I could muster. But I got too excited, and it felt like I moved way too rapidly. Tonight is going to be a lot different.
I bring my mouth down on the nipple I’m not playing with, and I suck on her tit. The swollen bud warms in my mouth, the soft skin leaning into my tongue. I let my teeth graze her every so softly, Jenny flinching when I do so.
Her hands softly play with my hair, moving it side to side.
I begin kissing down her stomach, my nose drawing a line down. I reach the top of her mound, taking a deep breath and inhaling her scent. I can smell just how turned on she is. I can’t fucking believe she’s lying here just for me.
I lick the skin on the insides of her thighs, teasing her for a little bit longer. Her legs open up for me, and, slowly, I get closer and closer to her center. I can hear her breathing picking up. The closer I get to her folds, the shallower her breaths get.
I reach her center and lick up her slit. She’s already slick with her own juices, my tongue lapping them up. She tastes sweeter than honey and better than anything before her. I put my hands on her knees, keeping her legs open as I feast on her delectable pussy.
I continue to travel my tongue through her folds, encouraged by the wanton sounds coming from her. I suck on her clit, and her body bucks. To keep her steady, I move my hands from her knees over to her hips. My dick is straining against my wet boxers, begging to come out, but I need to hear her come. She’s so responsive, every second touching her is a second well spent.
Jenny pushes against me, but I don’t let her get away. I circle my tongue around her swollen bud and feel her body start to quiver.
“Jameson!” she screams my name.
I milk her, tasting her sweet release. I keep going until her wriggling subsides. I don’t let up until she is good and done, and the rise of her chest slows down. Kissing my way back up her body, my dick is ready to be inside her. It’s what I’ve been thinking about since the game ended.
“Hey.” I rub my finger along her cheek. Her eyes open up, and she turns her head to kiss my palm.
“Hey,” she responds.
I have her sit back up by slipping my hand under her neck and softly nudging her back up. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, grabbing on to her elbows. I position myself at her entrance and slowly enter her. She throws her head back. Her pussy sucks me in, taking every inch of my cock, massaging my shaft. Sex has never felt this good, maybe because it’s been so long. I fully embed myself in her, and we rest our foreheads on one another.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Jenny threads her fingers into my hair. I give her another kiss before moving my hips back. She gasps as I start pumping, pumping in and out of her. Our bodies stick to one another, now slick with our sweat.
“Don’t stop, Jameson!”
I put my mouth on her neck, sucking on her skin while I fuck her. God damn, her body is amazing. Her hold on me tightens, her nail digging into my scalp. Her walls begin to ripple around me, and I move faster, grinding the ridges of my cock against her. Her mewls get louder, sounding like music to my ears. I feel her start to quiver against me.
“Jameson, I’m – I’m…” she trails off and moans loudly into the room.
I follow closely behind her, my shaft growing before spilling into her tight hole. I hold to Jenny for dear life before catching myself on the counter. I can feel Jenny rubbing her hands all over my back.
I find my breath and pick myself back up. Jenny looks at me and smiles. I swipe some of the hair that is sticking to her face and move it behind her ear. I step back a little, my dick slipping out of her. Honestly, I could go for another round, but I’m sure Jenny is tired. I’m trying to be less… insatiable or whatever. Plus, lying down with her in bed sounds nice.
“Do you want to go to bed?”
“Yeah,” she nods.
I help her off of the kitchen counter, and we go to my bedroom. I get us both some clothes before we get situated under the covers. This time, thinking a little more clearly, I turn to face Jenny.
“Thanks for coming to my game.”
“Of course,” she says, furrowing her brow. “I had a lot of fun.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I wasn’t expecting her to enjoy the game so much. She said she really didn’t like football, but maybe she just never took the time to watch it. Either way, I’m happy she was so invested.
“Well, if you liked the game so much, would you like to come to my game next week?” Having her at all my games might be what I need. I’ve never been one of the more superstitious players, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need to take precautions.
Jenny diverts her eyes, and I can tell that she’s a little nervous.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s just I can’t go with you next week. I have class.”
“I see.” I’m a little disappointed, but I don’t want Jenny to notice. “Maybe you can come to the next one then.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she smiles.
I motion for her to turn around and then snuggle up against her. This feels nice, and maybe it will help me get over this new superstitious side of me. I mean, I’m sure everything will be fine if Jenny doesn’t come to my game. I’ve played well before. There was nothing to suggest that going through all the ritual actually affected the outcome. I’m probably just freaking myself out or whatever.
I can hear that Jenny has fallen asleep, she must be crazy tired. I’m starting to feel all the exhaustion from just playing an entire game. I must have really been on an adrenaline high. I should get some sleep myself. I still have a whole season to play.
Chapter Nineteen
Jameson
All week I’ve been training, going to practice. Since Jenny isn’t going to be at the next game, I wanted to make sure I’m in tiptop shape.
And Jenny’s been amazing this whole time. She’s picked me up after every practice, and we’ve been having a lot of fun. The sexy kind of fun.
She’s been up for a lot. We had sex in the hot tub and every room of the apartment. After the latest practice, I was so revved up, amped for my second
game, that I had her pull off to some isolated side of the road, and I fucked her on the hood of my car.
Today’s the day we head to our away game, and I’ve got to say goodbye to Jenny. She’ll probably be happy to have the apartment to herself.
“I should be back in a couple days. You can watch me play on TV.” I’m kind of hoping she does watch. There’s no way for me to know whether or not she’ll actually watch, but a guy can hope, I guess. It’s not like actually having her there, but it’s a step closer
“I’ll try to catch the game. I’m sure you’re going to do great.”
I kiss her goodbye, and she drives off. I’ll see her when it’s time to pick me up afterwards. I’m sure I’ll have that good news she wants.
I get on to the team bus and settle in to take a nap. It’s going to be a long couple of days.
*****
It’s the morning of the big game, and I’m standing in the middle of the home team’s field. I tried calling Jenny before heading out, but she didn’t answer. She must have been busy. I can’t expect her to be at my beck and call. She’s been doing a lot for me lately. I can’t keep relying on her so heavily.
We reach halftime, and I know I fucked up. I’ve already let the running back past a few times, and he managed to get a touchdown. I keep trying harder and harder, but my efforts are dismal. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.
“Kendrick!” Coach Kramer calls my name, and I know it’s nothing good. He called a timeout, and I was off to the side, trying to figure out how to change up my tactics.
I rush over to where Kramer is standing to see what he wants.
“Coach?”
“I think it’s time for you to sit this one out. I’m putting in Yates.” My replacement is off the bench and fully suited up. I know I can’t argue because I have zero ground to stand on. I just have to take this loss.
I go to the bench and sit my ass down. The big difference today is the fact that Jenny couldn’t make it. She has to be my good luck charm. When she was in the stands, I didn’t give playing a second thought. Today has been full of second guessing myself.