by Nicole Casey
Was he asking me out for a date? Really? We just spent like five minutes together and he was already thinking about dating me? Maybe I was just reading too deeply into this. Maybe he just wanted to reconnect and be friends.
“Sure,” I answered. I had nothing to lose anyway, right?
Damon looked happy when I said that and we spent the rest of the day chatting about each other’s lives. I was proud to show-off all my progress in my hotel business in France and he talked to me about his professional football career.
Every time Jeremy would pass I couldn’t help but notice Damon looking at my son. It was like he was studying Jeremy’s face and features very carefully – maybe too carefully.
Was I going to let him know that Jeremy was his?
Damon
A few days passed and I was back in my condominium, relaxing a bit and watching videos on my laptop. I completely ignored the email our coach sent us – I could just look at it later on. All I wanted to do today was sit back and relax.
So there I was, on my bed watching some old movies on Netflix when my phone buzzed. I thought about ignoring it but my curiosity got the better of me and I took a moment to look at it. To my surprise, it was Emilia.
“Hey, I’m free for an hour. You want to hang out?”
I was not sure how I was supposed to feel. I read that message over and over again and to my surprise, I started to get excited. Yes, we only had a one-night stand, but that felt so good and I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. I could feel my cock throbbing in anticipation and I had to grasp it tightly with both hands as my mind flooded with images of Emilia and her fucking hot body.
Before I knew I was lying on the bed, masturbating like there was no tomorrow. My mind was filled with images of Emilia – I thought of her new look, her now-longer hair and the way her body curved. Having a kid made her body figure even hotter than before – she now had sexier hips and gigantic tits. I could just imagine what it’d be like to bury my face in her breasts and to get a taste of her sexy little pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I grunted as the urge was growing stronger. I kept on rubbing and stroking until at least I spilled my cum all over the damn floor.
I grabbed my old shirt off the floor, wiped myself clean and then grabbed my phone. I quickly texted back, “Sure. Where do we meet?”
“At the GreenCo Diner in thirty minutes,” she texted back.
Well, shit. I didn’t have much time to get ready so I took a quick hot shower, put on whatever I could find and dashed out of my unit and back down to the parking lot. I hopped into my car and drove out as quickly as I could.
By the time I got there, I was relieved to see I was the one who reached the diner first. I was able to order a milkshake and some French fries before she got there.
I clenched my fist when I saw just how freaking hot she was – she was dressed in this light, floral dress. It made her legs so appealing and I imagined how I could just drag her panties down and fuck her over one of the tables.
“Hey, I ordered you a milkshake too,” I told her as she sat down.
She put her small purse down and nodded, “Thank you. Sorry, I can’t really stay here too long. I have to pick up my kid at the preschool in an hour.”
I felt my heart sink. Well, there go my hopes for a quickie. I knew she wasn’t free the whole day but I didn’t know she was going to be busy with her son. There was absolutely no way she was going to choose me over a day with her kid.
“That’s okay,” I answered. “So, he’s in preschool now, huh?”
She nodded and quickly turned to the side when the waitress came with our milkshakes. She took her drink, thanked the waitress and then turned back to me, “Yeah. Time flies so quickly. It was just like yesterday when I found out I was pregnant.”
Fuck, I didn’t want to hear about that. However, a nagging question did pop into my head and I couldn’t help but ask, “Who’s the father, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Emilia didn’t immediately reply and I saw her bite her lip in hesitation. There were a full five seconds before she even looked up at me and that was when my deepest suspicions began to grow – was Jeremy my son? He did bear a resemblance to me but there were so many other guys with the same hair color and square jaw like mine.
“Emilia?” I prodded her real quick with a finger. “You okay there?”
She shrugged and forced a grin, “Y-yeah. It’s just that my love story isn’t really one for the movies, you know? How’s your love life going? I bet you’ve had a lot of girls.”
I nodded, confirming her thoughts regardless of how it would make her think of me, and said, “Well, yeah. There’s no hiding that, I guess. I didn’t meet most of them during our games, though. Most of them I met at Mercury Wild.”
“Trevor’s gig?” she followed up with a chuckle. “Best pickup spot for the rich and famous.”
Her comment made me laugh and I nearly snorted out my drink. That made her laugh too and for the first time in a long time, I got to spend a moment with a hot chick without taking our clothes off. It was honestly a little refreshing.
“Yeah, I spend way too much time there lately,” I admitted. “There are so many girls throwing themselves at me now.”
Emilia looked at me as she sipped her drink then said, “You know, you’re a little different.”
“What? How so?”
“You seem a little more… I don’t know, mature?” she stumbled with the words and I giggled at how cute she was. “Back then you couldn’t last five minutes talking to a girl before slipping her out of her panties. We’ve been talking like this for days now and you’re surprisingly behaving yourself.”
I didn’t know if I was supposed to be insulted by that or honored. She just called me an uncontrollable playboy. Sure, it was true but did she really have to say it?
“I just wanted to spend some time with you,” I told her, hoping I’d wrestle my way properly through this conversation. “Last time we were together you told me you had this big crush on me. I just wanted to get to see why. I want to know you – genuinely know you, not just what’s underneath the cute dress.”
Emilia blushed and I had to bite down on my own lip to hide my excitement and glee. She was just so damn adorable. I then reached forward and grabbed her hand. As soon as my fingertips touched her skin I felt this odd spark surge through my body and I just glanced at her with this uneasy – but warm – sensation swelling in me.
Emilia
“Huh?” I mumbled out when he held my hand. It was shocking but at the same time, I felt giddy inside. It was like being back in college and how I’d jump a little bit with joy inside every time he would look my way.
“You are single, right?” he asked, just to clarify.
I nodded frantically and pondered about sliding my hand out from his. I just couldn’t do it though and instead flipped it around so I could squeeze his. “Why is that relevant all of a sudden?”
“Let’s pick things up where we left them,” he told me.
I scoffed and this time I did pull my hand out, “Where we left off? You fucked me and then drove me home. I texted you all week but you never cared to reply even once. I called you to let you know I was leaving the country and you didn’t even pick up the phone.”
Damon looked at me with hurt eyes and I could have sworn there was a tear swelling. He brushed it off quickly and then told me, “I know that. That’s why I’m trying to fix things by being the better man this time.”
Being the better man? Maybe he was indeed being a bit more mature. How could I really know though? I wasn’t going to just blurt out the truth about him and Jeremy unless I saw he was man enough to take hold of that responsibility.
“How do you plan on fixing things?” I asked him. I finished my milkshake and leaned back on my seat to get a better study of his face.
Damon did not disappoint. “I want to know you – genuinely, know you – and your kid too. No sex unless you’re the one who starts
it. I promise you that.”
I bit down on my lip and nodded, “That sounds nice. Okay, then.”
“We’re officially dating?” he was like a kid who got to see the grand finale of fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“Yeah,” I answered. “Don’t expect me to tell you I love you or anything, that’s fucking ridiculous… but we are going out. You can have that much.”
Damon nodded and got up from his seat. He moved around the table and scooted me over so he could then sit by my side. As soon as he did I nearly drooled at how damn good he smelled. I was so tempted to bury my face in his chest and let him squeeze me in with a good hug.
“There is one other important rule: don’t you dare fucking date, flirt or fuck with some other chick while we’re together,” I reminded him. “Those playboy antics – throw ‘em out the window.”
He laughed and wrapped an arm around me, “I promise you I won’t cheat or even look at another woman.”
I nestled into his embrace and just soaked in the moment. He was being so sweet it was hard not to just let it happen. I then asked, “What do you want to know first – other than details about Jeremy.”
“What are your hobbies?” he asked me. “I mean, I don’t know what you’re really into. When we were in college you buried your face in books like a nerd. That’s why I barely ever noticed you – you were a damn fly on the wall.”
That caught me a little off-guard. Maybe I was a little too shy back in college. I just focused on studying so I could get the heck out of school and move on with life.
“You really want to know?” I answered with a grin. “I love going outdoors. Hiking, mountain climbing, rapid-water rafting and camping out in the woods are the kind of activities for me.”
“Not really the ‘chill at home with Netflix’ kind of chick, huh?” he asked. “I always thought you were the kind of nerdy hot girl who plays video games at home and drinks hot cappuccino while reading a book.”
I laughed so hard at that comment. It was a little cute to think he thought of me that way. I then shook my head and explained, “I can stay at home and chill for games or movies but I just prefer the exhilaration from the outdoors.”
“This was really fun,” Damon then told me. “Maybe next time we can go out at the park and just ride one of those row boats. I know it doesn’t sound exciting but it’s at least a bit exciting and we’re not in the house, right? Jeremy would have fun too.”
“Oh shit, Jeremy!” I jumped when he mentioned Jeremy. I quickly checked my watch and hurried to get up, “Hey, I gotta go. I need to pick him up. Uh, I’ll let you know the next time we’re free, okay?”
“Is that a date?” he asked with playful eyes.
I rolled my eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek, “Yes, now scoot over. I need to go pick him up.”
Damon chuckled and bid me farewell. He volunteered to pay our bill and I dashed out of the diner and back to my car so I could pick up Jeremy. As I drove off, my mind wandered a bit and I couldn’t help but smile whenever I thought of Damon. He was still a little cocky rich boy but damn he was so handsome and turning out to be such a nice gentleman.
A few minutes later I was at the preschool and my son just walked out of the front doors with the rest of his classmates. I greeted him with a hug and gave him a big, wet kiss on the cheek.
“Baby, you’re always going to love mommy, right?” I asked him.
Jeremy looked at me with bewilderment and hugged me tighter, “Of course, mommy. Now come on, we got to hurry. The last episode of Dragon Raiders X is coming up!”
I chuckled and took him over to the car.
Damon
Emilia was so different lately. Ever since we got back together and began dating she’s always had this… air of eloquence but at the same time some raw power in her.
Since we started dating we spent most of our time out in town, taking Jeremy out to watch a movie, have some pizza or play games. It turned out he was also into football and for a four-year old he was really good. He got the sporty outlook in life from his mom.
However, it always puzzled me how she would never tell me more about his father. At times I wondered if I was the father – Jeremy was four and if I counted back to the night of our graduation then it would check out. I looked at that kid and at times it really seemed like he looked like me. He had the same hair, same eyes and the same love for football.
Those traits didn’t really mean anything because he was so young. Jeremy wouldn’t really develop his looks until his adolescence and by then he might look completely different from how he does today. Maybe I was just projecting myself onto him – but that would mean I wanted him to be my kid.
Those were my exact thoughts one day when I was out on my own, eating a burger at Mercury Wild on a boring Saturday morning, when Emilia texted me.
“Hey boo, I’m extra free. Do you want to hang out some more today?”
I looked at her message one more time. Did she just call me ‘boo’? That was like a blast to the past. No one uses that term nowadays and it was kind of cute for her to say that. It was also a little enticing because she finally stopped calling me just by my name.
“Okay,” I started texting back. “Where do you want to hang out?”
“At your place,” she then replied and I felt my whole world shake. “I just want to lay back and relax. Jack and Amy took Jeremy out to shop for their wedding.”
I raised an eyebrow and thought about it. Man, it would be so nice to have her at my place. However, I did swear not to have sex with her unless she was the one who initiated it. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to just be there together, right?
“Okay, I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes. I’m just finishing up my burger,” I texted back.
“Leave me some,” she replied and I laughed upon reading it. I decided to stop munching down on my burger and wrapped it neatly so I could give it to her. I then left of Mercury Wild, waving goodbye at Jasmine on my way out, and made my way to the car.
As I drove, I started to wonder why she was in such a hurry to meet up with me today. I guess she was just excited to spend some time with me without us both having to take care of Jeremy.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. Their home wasn’t too far from Mercury Wild and I got there in less than fifteen minutes. I would have arrived sooner if I didn’t slow down a bit so I could grab my cock and fix it in my pants so my hard-on wouldn’t be so obvious when I got to her.
When I finally got there I didn’t even have to get out of the car. Emilia was waiting for me outside the gates, standing by the large oak tree across the street. She was wearing this really gorgeous pink off-shoulder outfit and Daisy Dukes short shorts. It was so damn skimpy I once again wondered if she was intentionally teasing me.
“How are you?” she asked the moment she got in the car. “I’m sorry if this was so last-minute. I was going to take Jeremy out because he had no school today but then Amy decided to tag him along.”
I waved it off, started driving and said, “Oh, it’s okay. I was doing nothing anyway. Oh wait, here’s your burger.”
I then reached into the back seat, took out a brown bag and handed it to her. She reached in and took out the burger I had just a few minutes back. She chomped down with glee and looked at me like I had given her the best damn gift in the world. It was a treasure in of itself to see her smile that way.
“Good,” she said after finishing off my burger. She cleared her throat and asked, “Do you still live in that old manor?”
I shook my head, “No, my parents moved to England after I graduated so there’s no one to take care of that rusty old place. I got myself a condo unit downtown.”
Emilia’s face went from static to ecstatic in a snap. Her eyes widened and she looked at me like an excited little girl, “Oh wow, I’ve never actually been in one before. Is it like fully furnished and everything? Oh, who am I kidding? You’re an NFL star, of course it’s got everything.”
“Why’d you want to hang out in my place, by the way?” I asked her. “Isn’t that new alien-thingy movie out in theaters?”
Emilia shook her head and poked me in the arm, “I just want to be with you.”
That was one of the weirdest things I had ever heard her say. I didn’t know what to reply to that and simply looked at her with a weak smile on my face. To my utter surprise, she leaned in and gave me a kiss.
As soon as our lips touched I slowed the car and parked to the side. I didn’t want this to just be another kiss. I wanted to really taste her and feel her. I wanted to freaking have her melt into me.
My hands reached out and started to roam her back. I reached out to feel her lower back and pull her in to me. I hugged her tightly and pressed down on her with my lips, kissing her as passionately as I could.
While we kissed she started whimpering and moaning. The mere sound of her voice was turning me on and I had to fight with every inch of strength I had to not reach up and grab her tits. I was burning with this intent to flirt more with her but fortunately, before I could do anything, she pulled away a bit.
“Damon,” she whispered softly as we pulled apart.
“Y-yeah?” I quivered as I responded. I was still so intoxicated with the taste of her lips.
She looked at me, bit her lip and then reached out to caress my face and lips. She then gave me another soft kiss on the lips and then said, “Hurry up, I’m feeling the need to tell you something but I won’t say it until we’re at your place.”