His fingers were held tightly together and he was pushing them in and out of me repeatedly as he kissed me tightly on the mouth, his kisses becoming even more ferocious with passion. My whole body was on fire with the lust I was feeling for him. Oh, I wanted to come. I wanted to come all over his hard prong and I wanted him to spear me with his magnificent flesh.
Jacob pulled his fingers out of me and then pulled down his pants, underwear as well. I instinctively reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hard girth. It was massive, thick and long, but smooth and delicious looking. I wanted it buried inside of me all the way.
“Yeah, grab it…” he moaned to me. “Ah, that feels good. Squeeze it… abuse that cock!”
I did as he commanded. He must have read my mind. That was exactly what I felt like doing to him. I squeezed his massive manhood with both hands and then jerked up and down on him before returning to squeezing. Then I slapped it hard with my open hand on the top. He moaned with pleasure and pain, a wide grin spreading across his face.
“Like that?” I teased as I squeezed it again.
“Yeah, just like that. Hate on that prick a bit.”
I slapped it again, this time harder. It wobbled up and down beautifully and it even grew harder still. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his cock tightly and squeezed hard jerking him towards me with it. “Now take me!”
I turned around and bent over against the doorframe. I didn’t bother with going to the bedroom, or even the couch. No, I wanted him right here and there. It was happening.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
Instantly he was inside of me. His massive tool split my body in half as my folds slid open and my sweet juices gushed out to guide his entry. I braced my body as he entered me. He was so big, far bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before. I wasn’t sure I would even be able to take him all the way in, but I was managing it someway. Part of it was the fact that I was so wet and slippery. But not too slippery. I could still feel the friction between us just fine.
“Oh, shit!” Jacob yelled. “That feels so good…”
I loved to hear him tell me how good I was, how happy I made him. I wanted him to enjoy my body was much as I was enjoying his. We’d waited too long for this. Why were we trying to fight it? What was the point? Life was too short to worry about what other people thought and if it cost me some stupid job then so be it. There were more important things. What if this was the real thing—love?
I’d never actually been in love before. I’d had previous relationships that I thought were love, but after they ended I realized they were not. But this time, something was different. The way things happened, the speed at which they were happening, and the overall intensity of our emotions and our physical need for each other was on another level that I had never known really existed. It was the stuff of Hollywood movies, sappy love songs, and cheesy romance novels. But no one really felt like that, did they? Well, it was happening to me now, and the whirlwind of amazement coursing through my body was spectacular. I couldn’t believe it.
“Fuck…” I moaned as he amped up the pumping of his stalk into my pot of lust. I could feel myself getting wetter and gushing around his member with each thrust, the spillover splashing on my inner thighs, dripping down my legs. It was so messy and sweet. I wanted to get my face right in the middle of it, to lap up all of the sex between us. I’d never had thoughts like that before.
He slapped my ass hard right then. The reverberations echoed through me, rattling my flesh against his and throttling up and down the cylindrical shape of his girth stretching me wider still with every new plunge. I jerked my hips back against him as he moved into me, trying to make the movements even more effective.
His hands rubbed through my hair just then, slowly, his fingers working their magic as if peeling through every single strand of hair and grazing my scalp softly beneath. This gesture was loving, it was affectionate and it turned me on even more. I was not just having sex; I was being made love to. I could feel the way Jacob caressed my body, my hair, the way he held me close as if he was taking care of me and protecting me from harm forever. It was the perfect metaphor for our lives together, the start of something beautiful and pure.
His hands reached up and ripped my blouse away right then. Then he pulled the skirt to the side, and threw it across the room. Lastly, Jacob unhooked my bra. My large, round breasts hung free right then. It felt great to be released from the cage of my bra, and even better when his large, strong hands cupped them in his palms.
“Yes, touch me…” I whispered.
His hands squeezed my breasts softly at first, and then applied more pressure which sent tingles of excitement through my being. I loved to have my breasts touched firmly. They are large, round, and fleshy with large areolas and nipples, which at this time were so hard that they slid against his hands firmly. I was pouring the wetness out of my sweet, slit right then, coating his member with all of my juices that my body was capable of producing. I was getting even tighter around him, and his thickness was growing larger as well. He was stretching me as far as I could go and pounding himself into me with expert craftsmanship.
I was so close to coming. I had envisioned this for so many days, thinking often about nothing else. It had distracted me from my work, distracted me from my daily life and captured me in an almost kind of mental prison where my mind was brainwashed by the idea of sex with this perfect man. Ever since I’d laid eyes on him, I knew I wanted him, that I needed him, and that all of this would happen eventually. Yet, still I’d resisted it. This was wrong on several levels, but only because other people thought it was wrong.
And here it was and it felt righter than anything I’d ever known or experienced. I was on the verge of coming hard all over his thick member and of consummating the lust that had been building between us for so long.
“Shit!” I heard Jacob yell a moment before his body tensed and he shot his huge load deeply inside of me. His member pumped and twitched as it sputtered his hot cum into my body and spilled over my flesh.
And a moment later I was joining him in the orgasmic state of bliss we had induced within each other. My body flexed, tensing up hard as I came on his huge prong shoved deeply inside of my body. I felt like my entire mind and body were about to be blown apart and I didn’t know where I was for a moment. I was on a cloud somewhere far away where nothing but excellent feelings existed anymore.
And then I collapsed against Jacob’s body behind me. I was exhausted, spent, covered in sweat. This was the most amazing thing I’d ever been through. How could sex this good possibly exist? There was nothing else to compare it to.
I looked back at Jacob, but he was gone. Where did he go?
Glancing around, I realized that I was not leaning against my front door. I was sitting on the couch in the dark with the television on. I was alone. The movie I’d been watching was now over and there was some silly commercial on. What…?
“Wow, that was… a dream?”
I asked the question out loud to myself. I was the only one there now. There was nobody else. I was alone. My imagination had served up a nice, interesting little dream. Wow… how had that just happened?
I ran a hand through my hair. It was damp. I was covered in sweat. The air conditioning was still cranked in the warm autumn evening. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I chugged it quickly quenching my dire thirst. I was feeling better, my senses coming back to me.
That dream had held a lot of pent up feelings, mostly lust and need. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep denying these feelings between us. That was bound to happen eventually. I wanted Jacob and he wanted me. It was absurd that we couldn’t be together.
I checked the time. It was almost midnight. I needed to get some rest so I could be functional at work the next day, but after a dream like that, I was wide awake. I wondered if Jacob was still up. Would it be terribly inappropriate to email him, or just look up his number and g
ive him a call?
“No. Don’t even think about it,” I said to myself. That was the leftover dream still mulling about in my head trying to get me to reenact that beautiful fantasy. Wow, it had been so vivid, so intense. I felt crazed almost, on the verge of total frenzy. I just wanted to run out the door and take a long sprint until I was too tired to run anymore to see if that might straighten up my crazed mind right now. I felt so bizarre at the moment that I wasn’t sure how to calm myself down. I was in a tizzy of lust, confusion, and a bit of fear. It was kind of like a panic attack, but still very different.
I sat down and tried to calm myself. I needed to think about what to do here. Jacob… oh, why did he have to come into my life at that moment? I did not need this right now. But I knew that there was no way to deny my feelings or ignore them for the sake of my job now. I had to follow through with my passion, with my lust. I need him so badly. It would drive me insane to not pursue this.
But we had to be careful. We had to be very careful and establish rules if we were meant to actually make this happen.
I grabbed a pen and paper and started making out a list of things that would have to be in place that we would both have to agree to before we actually did this. It was kind of like an insurance policy that would make sure we kept on track to doing our very best to not get caught in all of this. That was all.
Jacob would have to agree to this before anything could happen between us. Within ten minutes the list was complete. I spent another few minutes going over it and making sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything.
After I was done I breathed a sigh of relief. And then I caught myself. Was I really prepared to do this? I kept going around in this vicious cycle of feeling that I had to give in to my desires and to hell with the consequences, but then those same consequences would rear their ugly head in front of me and I would once again be frightened of it all.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, or what the future held for me or for Jacob, but I knew that the turning point was coming soon. I just hoped that I was ready for it when it did.
Chapter Eleven
Jacob
It felt so good to be back. I was suited up. I was running onto the field as the crowd roared around me. The adrenaline was coursing through my body, flooding into me, and forcing my legs to run at a rapid rate of speed along with my teammates as we stormed the field ready to take on our first opponents of the season in Purdue. They were our biggest rivals and everyone was pumped for us to take them down. That was going to be easier said than done.
I felt good though, confident, and I was so excited to be back in action. The week had been rough, but I’d made it through. Hell, I’d even gotten the green light to suit up and start his game even though I’d missed a week’s worth of practices. That was a big vote of confidence from the coaching staff that my skills were highly valued.
I’d finally gotten Maria off my mind long enough to focus on the game, but I knew that she was there. In the back of my mind, she was there cheering for me. She was cheering for the team, but I couldn’t help but wish that she would cheer a little bit extra for me. I could hope anyway…
We all took our places and waited to for the kick off. Purdue received and we stormed down the field taking care of blockers and defenders until their man was down hard on the field. Yep, I felt that this team had drastically underestimated us and we were about to show them what we had to bring.
The schools basically hated each other, but I’d never gotten too much into the rivalry thing. It wasn’t my deal and I frankly thought it was silly. But if these guys wanted to try anything dirty, I would be ready for them. I felt that the rest of the team was thinking the same thing.
As I took my position on the field, I couldn’t stop myself from scanning the crowd looking for Maria. Finally, on the second play I saw her. She was a vision of beauty in the stands, about five rows up. Wow, she was perfect. I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around her. It had to happen one day. This was something that neither one of us could deny forever. I couldn’t really tell, but was she watching me extra closely? Or was it just wishful thinking on my part?
The first half was rather uneventful and by the time halftime came around, I was feeling pretty down. I was beat tired, with only the adrenaline really keeping me going at this point. That and Maria being there.
And Maria was there. She had moved from the stands to her locker room office. I saw her beautiful head bobbing up and down slightly as she walked past the perimeter of the locker room and headed to her office. No one had been seriously injured as of right now, so she was there just in case anyone needed anything. I hoped she’d come back to the bench with us when we went back out. But maybe she was afraid of being so close to me? That could have been it… I wouldn’t have blamed her. My emotions for her were running just as red hot.
I wanted to catch her eyes with mine, just one more time….
The game. I had to keep my head in the game. The coach was going on and on about how we weren’t playing hard enough and how important this game was to us. We all knew this already. What was his problem? He sounded like a whiner a good bit of the time. I was sick of hearing his noise. We all were, but like most of the players we’d done a pretty good job of tuning him out so that we could focus on playing some real ball. The man had no business being anyone’s coach.
We went back out to the field with some rest, some fluids, and a newfound determination. We were ready.
And this time Maria was watching from the sidelines. The coach seemed a bit annoyed that she was there. Of course, that didn’t stop him from smiling at her and checking out her ass every time he thought she wasn’t looking. The pervert.
The ball was snapped right then which also snapped me out of my daze. I ran to my right and down the field to follow the pattern. The defender was right on my tail. The guy was fast, but I was faster. I opened up a bit and stretched my long legs out as widely as I could and proceeded to spring forward with my naturally given speed I’d always possessed. My body felt light as a feather as I ran, the balls of my feet barely touching down.
I ran as fast as I could, pumping my arms, stretching my legs out in the largest steps possible while trying to maintain good form and keep the oxygen flowing into my lungs. I was feeling a bit dizzy, running harder than I had in a week and wondering if my head was as ready to go as I thought it was, but this was the moment of truth make or break moment.
The pass was short. No!
I held up and tried to turn my body around to run the other way before the pass hit the ground. As I did so, I saw the worst possible thing about to happen. The Purdue defender, Jones was about to grab the ball out of the air instead. I had to head him off.
I twisted my body with everything I had to run the other direction suddenly, sharply, and without stopping, and then dove towards the ball. The ball was touching his fingertips, but my own hands were fast approaching. I had to be very careful here not to cause a foul or a flag on the play. We did not want to go to fourth down here. We’d have to punt. We desperately needed this score.
Yes! My hands touched the ball and diverted it away from Jones. The ball flew up in the air as Jones collided into me reaching for it. My body arched and flung backwards, my feet flying up in the air as my back began to fall towards the ground. I collided on the hard turf with a loud thud and what sounded like a crack. I really hoped that the sound I heard was my equipment and not my bones.
The wind was knocked out of me. I tried to gasp for breath but nothing happened. The ball. Where was the ball?
I saw it. The ball was falling towards the ground a few feet in front of me. I leapt up off the turf with every ounce of strength I could muster and reached out to grab the ball with my outstretched hand.
It touched my palm, landing flatly, and I reeled it into my chest before running towards the end zone as fast as I could. How did that happen? That was the most bizarre thing that had ever happened that I could remember. That was the biggest kind of l
uck in the world.
I crossed the end zone and then let the ball go as I dropped to my knees and looked to the sky to praise whatever had given me the strength to make this insane play just happen. The crowd around me was going nuts.
Soon, my team was with me and holding me up, carrying me around.
I felt like I’d just had the most incredible experience of my life. The rest of the game was a bit of a blur, even when Purdue scored later to tie things up. But luckily, we pulled out another crazy play (this time I was not a part of it) and we won the game. But it was a valiant team effort, and several of the guys on my team told me that that crazy play inspired them to play so much harder. I felt honored. It was such a rush.
After the coach congratulated us on a well fought victory, we all gathered around and did a bit of celebrating. The coaching staff was even nice enough to look the other way while some of the fellas snuck in some beers. It was a great celebration and I was very lucky to be a part of this team.
After I showered and got dressed I started to look around for Maria. I wanted to see if she bothered to stick around at all, but she was not in her office when I went looking for her. I was a bit bummed by this, but then the idea hit me. I wanted to celebrate this win and the fantastic play I was lucky enough to be a part of, but I wanted to celebrate it with Maria and only with her.
The idea was crazy, but I was feeling a bit desperate at the moment. I decided that it was time to just go for it and see what happened. I was clean, dressed nicely, and feeling amazing, so why not?
I pulled up my phone and did a few searches until I was able to find out where Maria lived. It was weird and a bit stalker-ish, but I was a man on a mission. Some part of me hoped she would find it all charming. I wasn’t sure, though. It could go either way, but I knew that I would never know for sure until I went for it. I’d never been a coward and I wasn’t about to start now.
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