by J. L. Ostle
“I’m glad I can please,” I smirk at her.
“You can please alright. Just glad I beat the other whores in fucking you after a big game.” It isn’t lost on me that she is calling herself one, also. “Thanks for the spin, will see you at the party.” She winks at me and I watch her naked body leave.
That’s one way to get a release.
Amanda knows where she stands. She knows I can’t give more than this and she accepts that. Other girls at this school have tried to make something out of nothing but none hold my interest for long. They’re fake and they lie. Say anything to try and keep me, but eventually, they always show their true colors.
I wash myself again and get ready. I need a good drink in my system and maybe a good fuck after.
Come on, it’s been almost a month since I last fucked someone, not counting what just happened.
Sasha
2 years later
I sing the last word and when I stop, I smile out to the room as they scream and cheer. We have become popular and have been playing more and more gigs. It’s come to the point we can’t accept them all as we are just too booked up. We do have school work to do, also.
I place my guitar down but Brady picks it up. “I’ll start putting our shit away. Go get a drink, you earned it.”
I hug him. “Thank you.” I am in the top five percent in my class and songs are coming out of my ears. My muse is working overtime with me and I want to write down everything that pops in my head as I know one day it will stop.
I head to the bar where Karen is already flirting with some guy. She gives me a wink when she spots me and starts putting on her famous charm. I order myself a vodka, lime, and lemonade and take a huge first sip.
I know what you’re thinking. I’m only twenty and shouldn’t be drinking. I’m twenty-one in a few months, and with my crazy, hectic life, I need to unwind sometime. I take a seat and a few people come talk to me about my music; I’m used to it now.
I like when they tell me how my music makes them feel, or how my words affect them. That they feel the song was made for them. It's touching, and if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be as popular as I am now.
The person I’m talking to gives me a hug and leaves and I turn around, facing the bar, signaling for the bartender to get me another when he’s ready.
“You get good service,” a voice says from close by. I look to the man next to me. He is very good looking. Thick black hair, dark brown eyes. I do have a thing for thick hair. He smiles at me, showing a perfect white smile and I wonder why he is in a club like this.
“I know the staff,” I explain.
“Must come in handy. I’ve been waiting for the last twenty minutes to get served.”
“What are you having?”
“Whiskey and Coke with ice.” The bartender comes to me with my drink and I place the guy's order and after a minute, I pass him his drink. “Thank you.” I shrug.
“It’s no problem.” I jump off my seat and walk to the middle of the dancefloor, the song ‘Try’ by Pink is playing. I down my drink and place my empty glass to the side and then close my eyes and start to move my body to the beat.
I hate when I close my eyes and all I see is Colin. I sway my hips, my hands in my hair. Images of him enter my head. Him smiling at me, him looking into my eyes, showing me everything that he is feeling.
He promised to stay in touch with me but he never has. I haven’t seen him since that day in his room. I woke up in the morning to find him already gone. No letter, no nothing.
Pink continues to sing and her words flow around me.
When I’m working, or playing in the band, or even writing songs, I’m distracted, but it’s times when my mind is free, Colin pops right back in. I have basically stalked his ass. I like to keep up-to-date on his games and I’m not surprised he has won each one.
I have also seen pictures of the girls he has been with. It hurt at first, but he’s moving on. It’s what we are supposed to be doing.
Moving on.
My eyes are still closed when I feel hands go around my middle, my body being pulled into a hard chest. His body sways with mine and I wrap my arms around his neck, my back still to his front.
I soon feel his erection press against my ass and I start rubbing myself against him, his fingers digging into my waist. I moan. I missed feeling this.
Another song plays but we keep in the same rhythm; teasing one another. I start to feel that ache build inside me. When I finally can’t get enough, I grab the guy’s hand, not even looking at him, and drag him through the crowd until we reach a hallway where the bathrooms are. Down the hall there is a darkened corner. I push him into the wall and I finally see it’s the guy from the bar.
I slam my mouth onto his and start pulling his hair hard. He groans into my mouth. I unzip his pants, freeing his dick, and see it’s long and smooth. I grip my hand around it, my lips still on his, and he starts panting against my lips. I grab a condom from my bra and his eyes go wide, I just smirk at him.
I place the condom on and push his shoulders down so he bends down a little, and I place him at my entrance and quickly climb on top of him, causing us both to groan into the hall. There are two metal bars above me so I grab hold and start moving myself up and down. His dick slides in and out of me.
I free one hand and suck my fingers, his eyes watching me. I place them between us, rubbing my clit as I start to go faster. His hands are digging into my ass and I close my eyes and see a pair of green ones looking at me. I start going faster, the eyes going darker. Soon I scream out my release the same time the guy groans out his. I move off him and start adjusting myself. I watch him take off the condom, placing it in a nearby waste bin.
“I was not expecting that.” He shakes his head.
“They never do.” I start to walk away but he grabs hold of my hand.
“Can I see you again?”
“We fucked, you don’t need to act like it was something it wasn’t.”
“I mean it. I want to see you again.”
“We can’t, I’m sorry.” I try and walk away again but he stands in front of me.
“I don’t mean to sound like a girl, but what just happened was so fucking good. Let me just give you my card. You call me if you change your mind.” He hands me his card. I look at it and see his name is Michael Thompson.
“I’ll think about it.” He smiles and walks off and I look at the card before placing it in the same bin the used condom is in.
I know your judging me, but don’t.
I don’t sleep around. I have moments when I am consumed with this ache inside me and I need to let it out. It only ever happens when I’m out and I’m thinking of my dear old stepbrother.
Yeah, I know how that sounded.
I walk back to the bar and Karen spots me and walks over. “Please don’t tell me you were fucking in a hallway again.”
“Okay, I won’t,” I joke.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
“I do. Not my fault I get horny when I dance with a guy.”
“You're weird. Anyway, we’re ready to go, you coming?”
“Already have.” I laugh when she makes a face.
“Too much information. Come on let’s get going.” She links her arm through mine.
“What about you? Didn’t you get some?” Karen gives me a knowing look.
“He went down on me as I stood behind the bar.” I shake my head at her. She likes getting caught.
“The bartenders just let it happen?”
“Yup, I guess. They did look at times.”
“You say I’m bad.” We get into Brady’s van and head back to our apartment.
Colin
2 years later
I feel my body shaking with nerves and I can’t seem to stop my leg from bouncing. I am sitting in a restaurant waiting for my family to join me. I’ve just been offered a job with the New York Giants and I accepted.
When I told dad, it was probably the
first time I ever heard pride in his voice. He wanted to celebrate and have dinner as a family.
I’m first to get here and soon I see Dad and Marie with big smiles coming my way. Marie gives me a huge hug as dad and I do a man hug thing. I watch them take their seats and my eyes go to where they came from, waiting for her.
“She isn’t coming,” Dad says and I look to him and he is watching me.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, she really did want to come. She even bought ten different dresses for this, but someone showed interest in her music and wanted to meet up with her and her band. She did tell me to tell you that she is sorry.” I shouldn’t feel disappointed, but I do. I just wanted to see her in person. Just once.
I have Facebook stalked her and the years have made her even more beautiful. She wears more eyeliner and mascara but she’s still beautiful. Even with her long, black hair. I’ve liked their band page and I look forward to those who share videos of the gigs they play at.
“I can’t believe my son is going to be playing ball for a career. You really are living the dream, boy.” I don’t know if I should take that as an insult or compliment.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“We are so proud of you, honey. You worked so hard and it has paid off. I bet you’re over the moon.”
“I am. I just can’t believe how quickly these years have flown. No more school, no more exams. It’s crazy. I just train and play.” I still can’t get my head around it.
“Well, make sure you tell us when you play the first game. I want to get tickets ASAP.” Marie says to me.
“I think we get some free tickets so I’ll make sure I send them over to you.”
“Thank you, sweetie, I won’t miss a game.” She places her hand over mine and I give it a squeeze, feeling something in my chest.
“Thank you, Marie. Really.” I see tears prickle her eyes. Looking into them, it’s almost like I’m looking into Sasha’s.
“You are such a good boy. You earned this.”
We talk and eat and soon they are waving goodbye. I watch them go and am standing there just looking into space when I hear my name and turn to see Nicole from high school.
“Nicole?” I look her over and she hasn’t changed at all.
“Thought that was you. What are you doing back here, big famous football player?” I chuckle.
“Dinner with the parents.”
“No sister?” she asks me, giving me a look.
“Nope.” I pop the p and she smiles bigger.
“Well, I was visiting family, also. I’m staying at the hotel around the corner. Want to come with and we can catch up?” I debate it over for a second before I agree.
I follow her to where she is staying and when we get to her room, of course, it has to be the penthouse. I look around the clean, spacious room as she heads to the bar and pours us both a drink. She hands me a glass and I take a seat on the couch and she follows suit.
“This is a nice place.”
“It is.” I take a long sip. I watch her watching me. “Colin?”
“Yeah.”
She smiles sweetly at me. “Do you want to fuck me?” she says casually like we are discussing the weather.
“You're very forward.” I chuckle.
“I just wanted to get it out there instead of tip-toeing around it.” I look to her and I quickly finish my drink. I pull her to me so she’s straddling me.
“Ride me then.” She smiles.
I watch her unzip me, freeing me, and when her mouth covers my dick, my head falls back. She keeps sucking for a few minutes before she stops. I watch her grab a condom from her purse, ripping the packet with her teeth, placing it around my dick before climbing over me. I watch as she lifts up her dress, revealing that she’s not wearing any underwear. She holds my cock and places it at her entrance, sliding it along her wet folds before slowly sliding down.
“I forgot how good your dick is.” She pants.
“Ride me, Nicole.” She starts moving. My head falls back once again as she screams and moans out in pleasure. She rides faster and soon she screams out her release and I quickly grab her, pushing her down to the couch as I thrust hard inside her until my release hits me.
“Fuck, men are shit compared to you in bed.” I laugh as I stand to adjust myself.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. I was disappointed when I heard you were dating that Sasha girl back in high school. I wasn’t quite finished with you back then.” My body freezes when I hear her say Sasha’s name.
“Let’s not talk about her.”
“Sorry, I know it’s a sore subject, dating a girl who ended up being your stepsister. She should have listened to me back then. I warned her it wouldn’t end well.”
A flashback enters my head.
Sasha on the grass upset that Nicole told her that I would leave her or cheat. What the fuck did I just do?
“I’m leaving.” I start heading to the door.
“You don’t need to go.” She runs after me. “We can go a couple more rounds if you want,” she purrs at me.
“I think I had my fill, but thanks, though.” I open the door.
“You are really walking away from me. Even after that?” She points to the couch.
“It was a fuck.”
“It was a pretty good fuck. How the fuck did that music nerd tame you? I know you haven’t dated any other girl since.”
“Been stalking me?” I smirk at her.
“No, I just read what’s going on. That nerd surely couldn’t have made you happy.” I feel anger bubbling inside me.
“Stop fucking talking about her and stop fucking saying she’s a nerd. It pissed me off back then, it's pissing me off now. She wasn’t just an amazing fuck, she was mind-blowing. In and out of the bedroom. She was sweet, kind, caring, everything you surely aren’t.”
“Too bad she’s your stepsister.” She crosses her arms, smirking back at me.
“Yeah, too bad, or I would have married her by now,” I throw back at her. I see her mouth drop before I slam the door closed and leave the hotel. I need to get away from this town. I walk back to the restaurant and call myself a cab.
After a ten-minute wait, I climb in and look out the window to see a girl with black hair run into the restaurant and I shake my head, leaning back. I just need to get away.
I am still disappointed that I didn’t see Sasha. See her smile. To know that she’s happy.
Sasha
“We will book you in to record one of your songs and if the other members of the board approve, we will let you know.” Mr. Kyle shakes each of our hands and we leave the building. When we get outside, Karen and I scream.
This could be it. This could be our big break.
“Don’t get too excited. This might not be anything,” Brady says and we stick our tongues out at him.
“Don’t be such a sour puss. Even if nothing comes from it, it’s still amazing that we got asked to record something. We are going to record one of our songs in an actual recording studio.” Karen shrieks. I look at my watch and sigh.
I’m excited that this is happening but I’m also upset that I had to miss out on the family meal. Colin got accepted to play with the NYG. He worked so hard to get where he is and he deserves this big break. I wanted him to know how proud of him I am.
“Thinking about Colin?” Leo asks me.
“Yeah, just hate that I missed my chance to see him.”
“You could still go,” Karen tells me.
“By the time I get there, I might miss them.”
“You won’t know if you don’t try. Just go and if you’re meant to see him, you will.” I bite my lip. “Do you want to regret that you didn’t try? Just go and if you see him, you hug, tell him congrats, and come back.” I think it over before smiling.
“Okay, I’m going.” Karen claps her hands.
“Okay, come here.” I walk over to her. She pulls out my hair tie, shaking my hair out and puts gloss on my
lips. “You don’t want him seeing you look like shit.”
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes.
“Anytime, now go. Tell him I say hi.” I run to the road, calling out a cab, and once I’m inside, butterflies swarm around in my stomach. At every red light, I groan. I just want to be there already.
When we pull up to the restaurant, I throw the driver some money and run inside. I look around the room but I can’t see him. I walk to the hostess station asking if the Baxter party is gone.
“I’m sorry, Miss, they left a while ago.” The smile falls from my face.
“Oh, okay. Thank you.” I walk back outside and look up to the sky. I guess I wasn’t meant to see him.
I decide to take a walk and when it starts to get dark, I call for a cab and head back home. I’m sitting in my own self-pity when my phone goes off and I see my mom calling me.
“Hi, Mom.”
“So, how did it go?”
“I think it went well. We’re going to record a song for them and if the other members of the board like it, they will sign us on.” I hear her scream.
“Oh, honey that’s amazing!”
“Don’t get your hopes up. They might not like it.”
She scoffs. “If they don’t love hearing your voice, they are obviously tone deaf. They are going to love you. Make sure you keep me posted.”
“You know I will…” I pause for a second. “So, how was Colin?”
“He’s good. He’s turned into such an amazing man. Can’t believe he’s going to be playing professional football. He’ll be on TV.” I laugh.
“Yeah, I don’t think he cares about the TV part, he always just loved playing.”
“I know, but it’s exciting and soon we will be watching your music videos on TV.”
“Yeah, fingers crossed.”
“Remember me when you're famous.” We laugh.
“You’re my mother, besides you would tell embarrassing stories if I tried to pretend I didn’t know you.”
“That is very true.” We laugh again.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to come today. We haven’t had the whole family together in one room in years.”