I dropped the weight down. “What? In her hands?” I joked.
“Better in her hands than my own, if you know what I mean?” He shot back, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Yeah, I got it,” I gave him a pointed look. “It’s not like that with her. I like her, dude. A lot. We agreed to take it slow. I’m not gonna touch her unless she’s ready. But the waiting…it’s probably gonna kill me.”
“Death by blue balls, huh?”
“Very funny, fucker! But seriously, I’m not gonna hurt her. Your balls are safe for now,” I assured him as I moved on to the free weights.
“Good to know.” Chris moved over to leg lift machine that I had just abandoned. “Hey, you hear back from that scout from Michigan State?”
“Yeah…they’re offering me a full ride to play football at MSU next year. I think I’m gonna take it.” How could I pass up that opportunity? It’s what I had been working for since I was a kid. I grew up watching football on TV with my dad, hoping one day it would be me. This could be my ticket to the pros, if I played my cards right.
“How’s that going to look if this thing with you and Kyla works?” Chris questioned.
“First of all, I haven’t even made it to second base with her yet,” I peered at him. Not that I needed to explain myself to him. “Secondly, if this does work out, and I hope it does, she’s been talking about going to Western Michigan. WMU is only an hour and a half drive. I think we can make that work.”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Tori and I are looking at WMU too. It’s not that far. We’ll still be able to hang, right? …even if you are the big man on campus.”
“I’ll be a little fish in a big pond, brother. Freshman. Even with the scholarship, I’ll probably be sitting the bench most of the first year. I think I’ll have time.” We knuckle bumped, as an understanding passed between us. Going to different schools wouldn’t keep us from being friends.
I didn’t know what the future would bring. I just knew I wanted Kyla to be part of it.
Chapter 7
Kyla
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Tyler and I spent more and more time together. Kissing him was like nothing I had ever experienced before. There was so much feeling and passion behind our kisses that at times I felt like I would explode. My heart would beat faster and the urges inside of me started to become unbearable. I decided I wanted to go a little further with Tyler. I wasn’t ready for sex, but I wanted to explore my sexuality with him.
Tyler took Oak Valley High to the Michigan High School State Championship, just as he had promised he would. We were playing Cass Tech High School in the Championship game. The game was held in downtown Detroit, at Ford Field. Both the cheerleaders and the football players loaded onto a bus for the game, and the energy was electric. I sat next to Ty on the bus and snuggled into his side. No matter how many people were around, we always seemed to be in our own little world.
“You nervous?” I asked.
“Yes and no,” he answered honestly. “Yes, because it is the State Championship game. No, because the team has done so well this year. I really think we can do this. Cass Tech is tough, but so are we.” Tyler kissed the top of my head and squeezed me a little tighter.
“You know I’ll be cheering for you tonight. After all, you are my favorite player. I mean the competition was tough,” I teased, “but I like you best.”
Tyler grabbed me around the waist and set me on his lap. “Is that so? And what is it that you like so much about me?” He teased back.
“Well…” I pretended to think about it. “For one, you look damn cute in your uniform. You have a nice ass.” I looked down at him and bit my lip.
Tyler reached up and pulled my lip from under my teeth. I knew it drove him crazy when I bit my lip. “So that’s it? You like me for my body?”
I shook my head, “That’s not all. You make me laugh and smile. You make me happy when I’m with you. And…you’re an incredible kisser.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered.
Tyler pulled my head down and kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. God, I loved his kisses.
“Get a room, you two!” Chris leaned over the seat and interrupted our kiss.
Tyler gave him a stern look. “If you don’t like it, don’t look!”
“Hey, I just don’t want her to give you a hard-on. I don’t want you breaking your pecker during the game,” Chris laughed.
Ty put his hand on Chris’s head and pushed him back down into his seat. “Very funny, fucker!”
I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me. “Could that really happen?” I asked innocently.
“I suppose so. I really don’t want to find out.” He gave me a quick peck and set me on the seat beside him. “So, what do you want to do after the game tonight?”
“You’re not hanging out with the guys after game?”
“I could, but I’d rather spend time with my girl. Are you okay with that?”
I loved when he called me his girl. It made my heart flutter in my chest. “I’d like that. I’d like to spend some time alone with you.” I leaned close to his ear. “I’d like to do a little more than kissing.”
Tyler pulled his head back and quirked his eyebrow at me. “Are you serious?”
I nodded again and leaned back close to his ear. “I’m not ready to go all the way, but I’m ready for a little more.”
Tyler smiled at me and adjusted himself. “You’re not really helping the situation in my pants.”
When we got to Ford Field, the players headed to the locker room and the cheerleaders towards the field. I gave Ty a quick chaste kiss for luck and we went our separate ways. I really did love him. I hadn’t said the words yet and neither had he. But I was sure we both felt the same way.
We had about an hour to wait before the game started. All the girls on the squad were hyped about tonight’s game. The sheer size of Ford Field was amazing. I led the squad through our stretches and then we practiced some of our newest cheers. I was really going to miss cheerleading. Tonight was my last night as the captain of our squad and I’d have been lying if I said I wasn’t a little sad about it.
Maybe next year I could cheer at Western. I was really torn about it. On one hand I would be able to continue doing something I really loved and was good at. But on the other hand, if Tyler and I were still dating, I would miss all of his games at Michigan State. I would have to see where our relationship was at, when it was time for tryouts.
It was time for the game to start. The stadium was pretty full for a high school game. The cheerleaders formed a tunnel for the guys to run through on their way to the field. They announced the starters by name and the crowd cheered loudly for each of the players. We had won the coin toss and our team chose to receive first. We took an early lead in the game, while Cass Tech tried to play catch up through the first half.
When the second half started, Cass Tech came out strong. They quickly tied up the score and then took the lead. When we finally tied the score, there were only a few minutes left in the game. There was a good chance the game would go into overtime. Cass Tech took possession. Their quarterback threw a nice pass and their wide receiver caught it, then fumbled! Chris picked up the ball and ran towards our end zone. Our guys covered him expertly, clearing a path. Everyone was holding their breath as Chris flew down the field. With just seconds left on the clock, he crossed into the end zone and threw the ball down on the field! The team ran and jumped on him, practically knocking Chris over with their enthusiasm. We had just won the State Championship!
Chapter 8
Tyler
Oh my God! What a Rush! I didn’t think we were going to pull it off, but the last few minutes of the game were incredible. When their receiver fumbled the ball and Chris picked it up, I swear everyone was on their feet screaming. I was so excited for Chris. I knew that play would be highlighted on television for days. Every channel would be replaying it. C
hris deserved all of the attention he was going to get for that touchdown. That was the way to go out as a senior!
After we showered, we met the girls back on the bus. Kyla hadn’t put her sweats back on, so she was only wearing her tiny cheer skirt over her legs when I scooted into the seat next to her.
I loved her legs. They were short little things, but they were toned and beautiful. Since we’d started dating, Kyla and I often went running together. It was another excuse for us to spend time with each other. We’d usually run to some secluded area, make out, and then head back. She was gorgeous when her face was free of make-up and natural. And her running outfits gave me a better glimpse of what she was hiding underneath her clothes. I was falling more in love with her every day.
I put my hand on her thigh and she threw her arms around my neck. “Congratulations, baby!”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in tight. I loved feeling her pressed up against me. “Thanks, Ky! I didn’t know if we were going to pull it off. Did you see that run Chris made? It must have been about seventy yards.”
“Of course I saw it! Everyone was holding their breath until he made it into the end zone. It really was amazing!”
Chris popped his head over the seat behind us. He had a shit-eating grin on his face. “I heard the word amazing. You must be talking about me!” He waggled his eyebrows up and down.
“I was,” Kyla said. “That was really great! I’m so happy for you.” She turned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“You guys are coming out to celebrate with us, right? We’re all going to IHOP. Tori’s going to meet us there.”
I looked at Kyla questioningly. I knew I had said I didn’t want to hang with the guys and I would spend time with her, but we had just won the biggest game of the season. She didn’t even hesitate, “Of course were coming! We wouldn’t miss it!”
“Cool! I’ll let Tori know you’ll be there.” Chris sank back into his seat and began texting.
I really was in love with Kyla. She could have easily said we had other plans. She never made me have to choose between football and her. “Thanks, babe. I know I promised you some one-on-one time.”
She waved me off. “I’m gonna text my parents and see if they’ll extend my curfew. I don’t want you to miss the celebration. We can spend time together after that.” She pulled out her phone and started texting.
“You sure?”
“Of course! It’s not like you win the State Championship every day.”
I leaned over and gave her a sweet kiss. “You really are perfect; you know that?”
She just smiled back at me when she was finished on her phone. “Done. I don’t have to be home until two. That will give us plenty of time.”
I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest, while I had my hand on her thigh up under her skirt. I loved holding her like this.
We met everyone at IHOP and stayed for about an hour. Even though I wanted to celebrate with the guys, I wanted to be alone with my girl even more. “You want to go to the park?” I asked her. That was our usual place. It was dark and secluded. No one ever bothered us there. We’d spent a lot of time making out in the backseat of my car at that park.
“Yeah.”
I couldn’t get what she had told me out of my mind. I wanted to do a lot more with Kyla, but I’d settle for whatever she was willing to give. I always let her set the boundaries. It wasn’t easy. I felt like I was walking around with a permanent hard-on. I was an almost eighteen-year-old guy and sex was always on my mind, especially with someone like Ky. She was smart, sexy, and fun. I felt like we had a special bond that connected us together. She wasn’t like any other girl I had ever dated.
I pulled into the park and drove around to the back where I knew no one would bother us. I turned the radio on low, so we could still talk, but honestly talking was the last thing I wanted to do. Kyla crawled over the console into the back seat. Her ass stuck up in the air, showing off the briefs under her skirt. I gave her ass a playful swat. “I would have opened the door for you. You didn’t have to crawl over the console.” I followed her lead and crawled into the back too, which was a little more difficult for me, considering I was six-foot two and she was barely five-foot tall.
I loosened the tie, coach had insisted we wear, and threw in back in the front seat. Kyla unbuttoned the top few buttons on my dress shirt. It was sexy when she undressed me like that. “I’m so proud of you,” she said. “Are you going to accept the scholarship from Michigan State?”
“I have to let them know by January, but yeah, I think I am. Are you still thinking about Western?”
“They have a really great graphic design program. I mean, I could really do anything, but I love the creativity and I’m pretty good at it. I want to do something I love for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be stuck in some stuffy office.”
“I know what you mean. I’m going to major in business management, but I’d really love to play pro ball. The degree is a back-up plan. Can you imagine getting paid to play football? That would be a dream come true.”
“You’ll do it,” she said confidently. “You have the drive and the talent. One day I’ll be watching you on television and I’ll be able to say I knew you way back when you were just a nobody.”
“A nobody? Thanks a lot!” I laughed.
“You know what I mean.” She swatted me on the chest and I grabbed her wrists. I placed her arms around my waist and I leaned in to kiss her. I held the back of her head and pulled her into me. Her hand slipped inside my shirt and rubbed my chest. The kiss became heated quickly as I devoured her lips and tongue. Kyla leaned back on the seat and I followed her. I was practically laying on top of her in the cramped back seat of my car.
“Ty?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“I want you to touch me. I need more,” she begged.
“What do you want from me?” I asked. I stared into her green eyes and searched for what she wanted.
Kyla took my hand and placed it up under the top of her uniform, on her stomach. “I want you to touch me here,” she answered. She moved my hand higher, until it was right below her tits. “Please…touch me.”
I reached my hand up higher and took her tits in my hand. I rubbed her on top of her sports bra. They were so soft and full. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her, and that was enough. She wasn’t super big, but they were big for her small size. Just a handful and it was all I needed. I had fantasized about touching her boobs for so long. I could feel her nipples harden under her bra and I ran my fingers over them.
“Go under my bra. Please,” she gasped.
I moved my hand down and found the edge of her sports bra. It fit her tightly, but I managed to slip my hand underneath. I palmed her tit and rolled her nipple between my fingers. She felt like heaven in my hand. I worked one, then moved to the other. Kyla threw her head back and let out a soft moan. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. “Oh my, God. That feels so good.”
“Baby, your killing me here. Your tits feel amazing. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” I took her hand and put it on the front of my pants so she could feel my erection. “See what you do to me?”
Kyla became bold, and she undid the top button of my pants. “I want to feel you,” she said. She pulled the zipper down and placed her hand inside my pants, over my boxer briefs. She rubbed me up and down. I was thick and long, and I let her feel every inch of me. Her fingers played with the waist band and she looked at me to ask permission. I nodded and her hand slipped inside. Her small fingers grasped me and stroked me up and down. The feeling was unbelievable. Her fingertips rubbed over the pre-cum that beaded on the tip of my dick and she rubbed it down along my shaft. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take any more. “Baby, you gotta stop or I’m going to come all over your hand.” I pulled her hand from my pants and kissed her palm.
“I want to make you feel good,” she cooed.
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br /> “You do, but let’s save that for another night.” I couldn’t believe I was the one putting the brakes on, but I didn’t want to push the limits with her. Her pleasure was my first priority. “Let me make you feel good.”
“You already have,” she said innocently.
“Ky, I want to touch you here.” I reached under her skirt and ran my fingers along the edge of her briefs at the inside of her hip. These things were like glorified underwear that covered her most intimate areas. I moved to the floorboards in the back of the car and kneeled. I laid Kyla on the backseat with her knees slightly bent. I whispered in her ear, “Has anybody ever made you come before?” She shook her head with big innocent eyes. “Have you ever made yourself come?” She shook her head again and buried her face into the back of the seat. “We don’t have to do this,” I told her. Even though I was still a virgin, I’d done this before. I knew how to make her feel good.
“Kiss me,” she said. “I want you to touch me, but I need you to distract me. I can’t think about it.”
I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in tighter. We got lost in the kiss and then I moved my hand up under her skirt again. I moved my hand along the edge of her briefs and pushed inside. I felt her soft folds under my fingers and moved down further until my hand was between her legs. She was soaking wet. I rubbed over her wetness and then slowly slipped a finger inside her. Her breath hitched and she tightened around my finger. “Relax, baby.” She did and I inserted another finger into her. I pumped my fingers in and out of her slowly.
Kyla arched up off the seat. “Oh, my…more.” I slid my fingers out of her and slid them up to her folds. I found the soft nub hidden in there and rubbed her wetness over it. She writhed beneath my hand. All of a sudden, she tensed up. “Stop…I can’t take any more.” I immediately pulled my hand out of her briefs. “I’m sorry,” she said. She sat up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, burying her head in my neck.
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