by Jamie Knight
I look back at Scout and she is giggling with delight. She can’t help herself. She shows me a devilish smile while naughty thoughts fill her mind. I can’t help myself either the more I wait for her to do something, and in an instant, I smile a similar smile to hers. While I try to steal another kiss, she pushes me back on the bed and straddles me.
Scout begins to grind on me and quickly she feels my cock harden between her legs, only covered by the fabric of my underwear. She easily feels my whole length grow and harden under her vicious hip movements. The way she moves gets dirtier and dirtier as she feels my fingers dig into her thighs as she continues to ride me.
For a while, she continues to massage herself with my hardness as she moans into my mouth. She enjoys me through her lap dance, but I begin to think that her jeans are a fabric too rough for us to get passionate through. As if we have the same mind, she gets the same idea I do and undresses herself down to her underwear as quickly as a person possibly can.
The love of my life is now almost completely naked and my mouth waters at her tempting body. She is bare, covered only by her last pieces of clothing. But even her underwear cannot stop the natural glowing beauty she radiates.
As she locks her eyes with mine, she begins to seductively and slowly unhook her bra. But she doesn’t even have time to take off her bra completely before my mouth pounces at her neck. There, I start to kiss her skin while my hands throw away her bra and she begins to feel my lips nibble her neck. My hands cover her breasts, as I know she enjoys.
Firmly, I grasp her breasts and massage them as my lips bury themselves in her neck. She closes her eyes, and for a while, she lets my lips brush her skin, my tongue acting as a paint brush, touching her ear lobe while my hands fondle her breasts.
After a moment, the desire builds in me and I just want to taste her breast. My mouth trails down and slides on her skin from her neck to her chest where it goes to replace my hands. Immediately, she moans when she feels my soft lips starting to nibble at her nipple. I continue to warm her nipples in my mouth, and she lets her chin down to rest on top of my head she feels my tongue against her skin, flicking her erected nipples.
Her enjoyment quickly gets louder, and I hear her whisper my name as my tongue brushes her nipples some more.
My hunger for her grows and I want to taste more for her. I lay her down on the bed and rapidly take off her dampened panties. Scout now has one leg on the bed and the other hanging off, touching the floor, ready for me to partake in the feast between her thighs.
Her legs involuntarily close around my head when my mouth finds her inner thighs. She languishes for more, yet I stay teasing her, planting small kisses up her thigh. The buildup is almost unbearable for her and through her gritted teeth, she begs me to take her. But I slowly continue until I finally arrive at her core. I drop my lips on her clit and I feel her begin to pull on my hair.
Every kiss I plant on her clit makes her elicit some soft whimpers that escape her lips in shuddering intervals. My appetite for her only grows when I see her in such a state.
Scout lets out a loud gasp as I finally plunge my tongue into her folds. Then she feels my tongue pass again on her clit and she struggles to keep her moans discreet. Scout can’t stop herself from bucking her hips and thrusting her pussy in my face as she pleads for more. My tongue drapes her clit with warm caresses driving her further into a lustful madness.
She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.
We kiss one more time and now she feels my thickness press against her wet pussy. We are almost there but my underwear is still on and blocks us. I immediately take it off and put a condom on that I had stored in my back pocket. She places her arms around me again and pushes me close to her so we can begin to rub our groins against one another.
I pass my length between her lower lips and on her clit. My cock gets coated in her juices. The teasing is unbearable for her as she pulls me closer, basically begging for me to penetrate her. The head of my cock finally pushes her lips apart and I begin to tease her hole. I slowly push into her. My hard cock pushes its way deep inside her and she feels her pussy walls parting to let me in. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I feel them shiver with pleasure as I ease myself further inside.
Once I’m deep enough, I begin to pump my cock into her. I pin her down on the bed and with every thrust, it seems she falls deeper into the mattress. She struggles to take in all my rapid pushes, yet she asks for more. She uses me for my length and my warmth as the sun starts setting turning the day into night. My thrusts get harder and faster, giving her what she wants. Her body ripples under my hard pumps and she grapples with me while I fuck her. I feel her wrapped around my thickness and push myself as deep as possible.
We continue to fuck hard and passionately, building up the sweat making our skin glisten. The sky might be star-less but her body is covered with beads of sweat that shine and twinkle under the vibrant city light coming in through the window. Her body becomes a clear night, sprinkled with glittering spots that offer a show on an already magnificent view.
I continue to violently push into Scout as she screams at me, telling me to go further as she’s getting close. I push inward and feel her tighten around me, her arms and legs coil me as quivers rumble through her. I keep ramming my entire length in her and she keeps repeated my name while asking me to join her ecstasy. I give her one hard thrust before joining her. She locks me deep inside her as we both feel the imminent explosion between our bodies. Her arms and legs untie me and we both collapse on top of each other.
We take some time to catch our breath.
So begins the first chapter of my new life with Scout. I couldn’t ask for a better send off to my old life.
Epilogue
Bryan
Opening game.
I didn’t think I’d be back on the field this soon. It’s only been four weeks since my suspension following the miniscule “marijuana smoking” scandal. My teammates are all excited to have me back, but I don’t know how confident I am in my skills after taking such a long hiatus. Not that you can really forget how to play ball.
The roar of the crowd from outside sounds like never ending thunderclaps. It doesn’t exactly bring a calming effect over me.
Finally, we’re introduced. I run alongside my team members and am welcomed warmly by football fans from all over, happy to see me back. They’re not all here to see me, but it would be a lie to say that this game wasn’t advertised with me as a main selling point.
The shivers still haven’t escaped me. They stay with me until I look at the closest seats and see Scout there holding a banner with my name on it that’s also being held up and stretched out with the help of several kids from Children of the Future.
Just as my gaze falls on them, a camera pans down to show them up on the big screen above the court. Scout blows me a kiss from the seats, and I catch it before I’m told to get my head in the game that’s about to start by my teammates.
I remember what Scout tells me at times like this. To take a deep breath and close my eyes. When I open my eyes, the game is over. We won. I’m surrounded by cheering teammates, pats on the back from my coach, and a tight hug from Scout who ran onto the field once the winning team was announced.
I suppose I’ve still got it. The memory of the game quickly rushes back to me and I see that I played a phenomenal game. The clips playing on the jumbo screen show me absolutely tearing through the field and making some near-impossible catches. Before I can walk off with Scout, I’m stopped by coach Kramer.
“It’s good to have you back, kid. You’re an all-star!”
I pat him on the back wishing I could say exactly what’s on my mind. The son of a bitch suspended me until I was back in the good graces of the public. Only reason he took me back was because the fans were clamoring for my return. He may be a good coach on paper, but I no longer trust that man to have my back.
Someone
else stops me from rejoicing in my victory, though this time it’s someone I don’t mind talking to. A reporter named Chad. A mic is shoved in my face as the journalist asks me if I’ve been keeping up with my reading comprehension lessons.
“Chad, I actually have stayed true to my word, believe it or not. I’ve been able to squeeze in my reading comprehension lessons between my training. I’m not slowing down. I’m working to improve myself as much as I can,” I tell him. “I’m learning a lot, Chad. I’m going to be taking my football as seriously as my reading comprehension lessons. The new season starting isn’t going to stop me.”
I politely move the mic away from my face and wave to the cameras as I walk towards Scout and the kids from the center. The kiss we share is met with mixed reviews. The cameras and crowd seem to love it, but kids being kids, groaned and laughed when they saw us two kissing.
“Good game, right?”
“It was a great game. But I’m a bit more excited for dinner tonight. I’ll catch you later,” I tell her before planting a fun, sloppy kiss on her.
In the locker rooms, I’m the last to leave. I sit down and think of the journey I’ve had this past year. The fall from grace and rise from the ashes of my public persona. My constantly evolving relationship with Scout. But things are finally looking up. I’m far from any sort of ridiculous scandal. I’m back on the field, making big bucks again. Scout’s charity is being well funded by many outside donors. And Scout and I are in a good place. A very good place.
I sling my duffle bag over my shoulder and slam my locker shut. A notification pings from my phone. It’s Scout.
I read: Kids have been dropped off. See ya for dinner, right? Not going to be held up, are you?
No, Scout, I won’t be. I have big plans tonight. I reach into the smallest, tightest pocket of my duffle bag and closely inspect my gift for Scout that I’ll be giving her this dinner. A small black felt box holding an engagement ring.
Be there soon.
Scout
Since Bryan moved in, we’ve been living very economically. Not because we have to, but as a change of pace for him since he’s lived an unreasonably spoiled life since childhood. Because of this, we’ve gotten used to eating in or ordering in fast food.
Tonight is a nice change of pace.
To celebrate his return to the NFL, Bryan reserved a table for us at a popular gastro pub. Not exactly glitz and glamour, but it’s more than I’m used to. Here, I can order the fancier version of the fast food I like. I can’t complain.
Bryan assured me that he won’t be celebrating his return with his teammates, but I’m still worried since I’ve been waiting at this restaurant by myself for nearly fifteen minutes. I’m not going to hold it against him, though. I understand it’s a big day for him, but I do wish he’d hurry. I’m feeling a strong sensation of deja vu with people staring at me instead of minding their own business. I wish Bryan was here already to grab my face and kiss me hard like his life depended on it just so I could lose the feeling of all the eyes in the restaurant being on me.
“Hey, hon, sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to stink of sweat throughout this meal, so I took an extra long shower. But I’m sorry and I’m here.”
Immediately, my anxiety melts away. He didn’t even have to apologize to me, his being here is enough to settle my nerves, but I love it so much that he’s courteous enough to apologize for his tardiness.
“Let’s eat, shall we?”
The dinner is delightful, a real treat for both of us after enduring so much hardships this past year. Smoked wings as our appetizers paired with some ranch on the side. Two specialty burgers as the main entree. Mine has fried potato chips and fries inside, a fantastic burger that allows a perfect crunch noise with every bite. Bryan’s burger is triple stacked with meat and bacon between each patty. For dessert, we order one slice of cheesecake to share.
“You know, Scout, I really want to thank you for everything. You have been a beacon of light in my life this year and I don’t think I could have made it out alive without you,” he confesses.
I joke that I never would have gone back to Bryan’s place had it not been for Palir’s insistence.
“Sure,” he continues, “but you had the option to step away. You could have left me to wallow in sadness and your life may not have been all that different.”
“That’s not true,” I remind him. “Because of you, I won’t have to worry about funding for Children of the Future for months. Years, maybe. Don’t undervalue your efforts.”
He nods. “I just want you to know you’re important to me and —”
Our waitress stops by and places our cheesecake between us.
“I’d like you to be part of my life for as long as possible.”
What the fuck is happening?
Bryan reaches into his pocket and removes a black felt box. He opens it and reveals a shining ring. He can’t be serious. He’s getting out of his chair and down on one knee.
“Scout,” he starts staring deep into my tearing eyes, “will you marry me?”
Now the eyes I feel staring at me aren’t just a feeling, but fact. The entire restaurant is excitedly awaiting my answer, as I’m sure Bryan is.
It’s not even a question.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Bryan. Yes. A million times yes.”
Even with his timidly quivering hand, he carefully places the engagement ring on my ring finger. It’s a gorgeous ring. I’ve wanted this moment for so long. Since he proposed the fake marriage in order to improve our image to the public, I’ve thought about this moment, but I never thought it would feel so momentous.
Our fake relationship turned into a real engagement. Sometimes life is stranger than fiction.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Olivia
My thoughts were scattered that sunny morning in September. I was feeling all sorts of emotions, some that hung on like dew on your skin on a balmy summer day, and some that dissolved like sand castles under a wave.
Mostly, it was time that haunted me. Not just time, but the fact that it was passing, and I was not yet the woman I had always dreamt of being.
Still, I was working, finally, at my dream teaching job. That would have to be enough, at least for now.
Everything else could wait. Including my personal life, and dating.
“Look, Ms. Olivia!”
I heard a little voice calling to me.
As the kids in my first-grade class painted on the paper that lined the floors, one little girl drew a heart and a picture of her mommy and a child that represented herself, holding hands.
I knew it was supposed to be her because she had drawn a pony tail on top of the stick figure’s head and colored it yellow, just like her own hair color and the style in which she always wore it. A big red arrow pointed to a blob on the other side of the art piece – the blog was supposed to represent her father.
Of course, I knew this not by her amazing rendition, but by the heart and mish-mashed letters that did their best attempt to spell out, “Daddy.”
I smiled at her, trying to conceal the ache in my own heart about my own loneliness — it wasn’t my students’ faults.
“That’s so pretty, Michaela. Save it for your mommy. She’ll love it.”
Michaela smiled and got back to work as she pushed back her blo
nde ponytail, which was covered in gooey paint by now. Apparently, she still wanted to add some final touches to her masterpiece.
As for me, I wanted love so badly. Certainly, I loved my “kids” — my students. But I was yearning for my own family… my own real kids.
The birds, especially the one little sparrow that always hung out with us, were perched on the window of the lovely little school house. Their presence brought me comfort.
As they gathered and chirped, it reminded me of a time long ago when I could be found daydreaming out the window at Pierson Elementary. In fact, I remember my teacher, Ms. Betsy, always trying to get me to focus. She was so nice, even if she did have a superbly wretched perm.
Even then, I had trouble staying in the present. I never really wanted to be in the moment. As a girl, I had such big dreams and high hopes.
A lot of good that did me, though.
As the birds held my gaze, I thought, Why haven’t the things I dreamed of manifested for me?
Thankfully, another little girl broke me out of my internal pity-party with an ebullient holler:
“Ms. Olivia, I drew you as my favorite person. I love you. Look!”
The pixie haired girl, Sookie, was like something out of a prize-winning photograph. She had jet black locks cropped like a boy, freckles on her button nose, and blazingly blue eyes.
Honestly, even though I’m not supposed to compare among my students, if I could design the perfect daughter, I would want her to be like Sookie. She was always trying to make others feel good, and of course she was also cute as a button. She was one of my favorites and she knew it.
Don’t get me wrong — I tried not to show the others that I had a favorite, but it’s human nature to prefer some people over others, even if we don’t always admit it. Soookie raised the picture high above her head so that she could show it to me better.