Love Unexpected

by Anne Leigh

  He sounded upset still; but, he asked, "Does he text you often?"

  "It's kind of erratic. Sometimes he does, sometimes no. I've told him we've been over for while but he still texts me."

  In a hushed voice, he asked, "Are you happy with me?"

  For a guy who had the world at his feet - the looks, the talent, the wealth - he still had his own insecurities, I guessed.

  "Babe, of course I'm happy. You're the best boyfriend. You make me extremely happy. Are you happy with me?"

  He inhaled and exhaled, "You make so goddamned happy, Sedona. I don't want to lose you to anyone or to anything,” a sigh escaped him, “I'm sorry for earlier. I was acting a bit jealous. But, if Brennan keeps messing with you, he's going to pay for it."

  "He can text me all he wants, babe. If I answer, there's nothing to it. But I don't even answer,” I explained and hopefully, he softened, “Now, can I come over? I want to show you how happy you make me."

  His voice was gruff, "Yeah, come over."

  *****

  Zander, as a lover, was exceptional. We spent many, many nights and days exploring each other's bodies that Nalee and Tanya started investing in some earplugs.

  One night, Zander made love to me in the bathtub at his place and the water overflowed. We had to call the plumber afterwards. Holy mackerel. That was some steamy, hot sex.

  Another time, we were driving to the mall, when Zander's hands started wandering inside my skirt. He fingered me all the way to the mall. We didn't even get to the mall because I begged him to turn around and finish me off in his apartment.

  With Zander, I lost my inhibitions. All it took was one look from either him or me and we'd end up in the bedroom or somewhere private.

  One of my favorites was when Zander visited me in the library.

  I was studying for a Chemistry quiz in the 4 floor when he had texted me.

  Zander: Where u at?

  Me: Here, laboring in the library.

  Zander: Usual table?

  Me: Yup.

  Zander: K, be there in 15.

  When he showed up, he smelled so clean and fresh, coming from a shower after football practice. He was wearing a dark blue shirt which made his eyes brighter blue. He was freshly shaved and it was just a day after my period. We hadn't had sex for about a week.

  He sat in front of my desk and started studying too. One thing about Zander was that he respected my time. If I was studying, he didn’t disturb me. When I was at the gym doing laps at the pool, he waited patiently in the bleachers. When I was on my period or if I felt crappy, he didn’t push me.

  Having him near me sent me into a tailspin at all times, I didn’t know I had this much sex drive until he came along. He was concentrating on a book when my foot started working its way up to his pants. He looked up at me, his eyes turning fiery green. I’ve discovered that when he was feeling strong emotions like anger, desire, or need, his eyes turn closer to green. When he was calm, his eyes were a shade closer to blue. I felt his rising erection with my foot. I decided to tease.

  "Babe, did you wash your hands before coming here?" I asked.

  "Yeah, why?" He had no idea on what I had in mind.

  "Nothing, I just want to hold your hand."

  I held his hand for maybe 5 minutes while my foot was slowly caressing the growing bulge in his pants.

  His left hand was highlighting a few paragraphs on the book that he was reading. Studious Zander was extremely sexy. I singled out his right pointer finger and started slowly sucking on it.

  He abruptly looked up from his book and moaned softly, "Babe."

  "What?" I innocently asked.

  We were in the corner of the library where no one usually sat and in the middle of the day, majority of students had classes, so we were almost alone, except for maybe 5 other students who either had iPods on or their eyes were glued to their computers. I scanned the room before I did this.

  I kept sucking on his finger discreetly and then I put another finger into my mouth. I was licking and biting a little bit. All the while, I was caressing his pants with my foot. The legs of the mahogany desk were covered by wood. No one could see what I was doing under the table.

  I continued doing this for about 2 minutes. Finally, he asked, "Babe, can we go?"

  I ignored him. I did, however, write on a piece of paper and slid it on top of his book.

  See what I’m doing to ur fingers? I think I need something bigger to suck on.

  He removed my foot from his leg, put my books in my backpack, and grabbed my hand.

  He was in such a hurry that he almost bumped into one or two people on our way out of the library.

  We walked to the parking lot and he still didn't say anything. I knew how badly he wanted me because his hands shook on the steering wheel.

  He didn't even hold my hand.

  The five-mile drive to his place felt like forever. Once we got there, he opened the car door, grabbed me, and almost lifted me out of my seat.

  We walked up to his place and by this time, I was dripping wet.

  I was so turned on that the slightest touch would make me go off.

  Zander locked his room and removed his clothes. I saw the proof of his arousal, standing proud and upright. Without waiting for me to take my clothes off; he picked me up, pulled my shorts off, pulled my panty to the side and pushed inside of me, against the wall.

  "Ahhh, baby, fuck!" he was almost screaming.

  He kept pounding on me. The wall was hard on my back but all I felt was the pleasure he was giving me.

  "Harder, harder!" I screamed back.

  "Baby, you are so fucking hot you make me burn!" he continued his rocking motion inside of me.

  Then all of a sudden, he stopped. I knew he didn't come yet. He wanted to slow down.

  I bent down on my knees, wiped some of the fluid that escaped him with my tongue, and put him inside my mouth.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and I heard slurping sounds as he pushed in and out of my mouth.

  "Ahhh!" he was moaning loudly.

  I continued sucking on him until he couldn't take it anymore. Then he lifted me up on his arms, placed my hands behind his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist, and started pumping in and out of me.

  I must have had my release 4 or 5 times already before he screamed, “I'm coming!"

  I felt the hot spurt of his semen inside me.

  He lowered me to the bed and stayed on top of me, with his elbows supporting his weight, for a long time. He kissed the top of my head; his voice, rasped, "Babe, you're the hottest girlfriend in the whole world."

  I smiled against his cheek and said, "Give me 10 minutes and I'll make you say that I'm the hottest girlfriend in the universe."

  Chapter Fifteen

  “When you make someone happy, you ultimately find yourself happier.”

  Sedona

  Kieran, Tanya, John, Zander, and I were hanging out at Roseville's Bar and Grille after classes, when Kieran asked me, "Ace, you going to be at the meet?"

  "This Wednesday, right?" I clarified.

  "Yeah, competition starts at 7." Kieran’s head bobbed with a nod.

  "Yup, Tanya and I are going," I assured Kieran.

  “Hold on,” Zander interrupted, “You watch Kieran compete?" His eyes flaring back and forth between Kieran and I.

  I said, "Sometimes, if it's a local swim meet and I've no exams."

  Kieran added, "Yeah, when she knows I'm going to smoke the other competitors. Otherwise, she's too nervous so she doesn't watch."

  Zander didn't say anything. His mood was noticeably off for the rest of the evening.

  "What's up?" I asked him later that night, while I was washing the dishes in my apartment.

  "Nothing," he said, his head propped against his hand as he leaned on the kitchen counter.

  "Come on, there must be something. You're quieter than usual," I prodded. He showed his moodiness, only with me. Everyone thought he was always level-headed and r
elaxed.

  "You watch Kieran compete," he muttered.

  "I've watched him compete so many times and he always wins, so that’s nothing new." I really didn’t see the point of what he was telling me.

  I brushed it off again because I got busy with cleaning the rest of the apartment. It wasn't until later in bed, in the dark, when he said, "You never go to my games."

  "Oh." I realized that we've been together for almost 7 months and he was right, I never went to his games. I went to his practices sometimes but not actual games.

  "Would you want me to go to your games?" I turned my face towards him. I couldn't see his eyes; I heard the unspoken request in his voice.

  "It would be nice, sometimes," he admitted.

  "Babe, you know I get nervous." I was trying to make an excuse. But the main reason was that it never really occurred to me to go his games. I waited for him at a couple of his practices. I didn’t even remember him asking me to go to one. Or maybe he did and I just forgot. I was too busy with school that he might’ve asked me before and I forgot.

  "I know. It's ok, babe," as he drifted off to sleep.

  I had a gnawing feeling that it wasn't ok. He was like Kieran in some ways. Kieran told me once before that when people whom he cared for watched his competitions; it brought out the best in him. Zander was a competitor. To have his girlfriend watch him do what he did best would make him really happy.

  The next day, I looked up the team's next game on the school football team’s website. Just my luck, they were playing against San Francisco Rivers, who just happened to be my ex-boyfriend’s team, in 4 days.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “You have to make peace so you can let go.”

  Sedona

  I asked Kieran to go with me since Tanya and Nalee both had sorority commitments.

  Kieran easily acquiesced. I noticed how relaxed he was with Zander. They almost had a friendship going on. I think it was largely because they found a lot of common ground with each other. Kieran respected Zander's athleticism and Zander respected Kieran's commitment. They both shined in their respective sports. Once or twice, Kieran mentioned to me that Zander was a good guy. Zander, on the other hand, said that Kieran was a great friend.

  As predicted, Kieran won the 50 and 100 meter individual medleys handily Wednesday night. Zander wanted to attend too but he had a group work meeting that ran late and he had to pick his parents up at 2 AM from the airport.

  He invited me to join them for breakfast the following morning. I couldn’t, because as usual, I had clinicals. In the span of 7 months, I had mentioned Zander twice to my dad. My dad said he'd love to meet him. Before saying that, he asked me if Kieran approved of him and once I said, ‘Yes,’ he was all ears.

  Zander's parents were always busy on business trips. Their schedules were so packed that meeting them was almost close to impossible. In a way, I’ve met them multiple times already. In the front pages of San Francisco Daily. His father, being a prominent businessman and tycoon, was always in the front pages of the Technology Section and his mother's pictures were in the Society Pages. I could tell Zander was a great combination of both. He has his father's height and bone structure while his eyes and nose could be largely attributed to his mother.

  I worked really hard on convincing my instructor to let me off early that Thursday when his parents were in town. Unfortunately, in Nursing, if you missed a clinical day, it was really hard to make it up because of the school’s contracts with the hospitals. So, it was a no go for me.

  The weekend came and went. Zander had no idea that I was going to attend his game.

  Monday night. Game day. Zander texted me before his game.

  Zander: TTYL, babe.

  Me: Ok, just call me when you're here. Goodluck.

  Zander: K, thanks.

  I wanted to look extra special for Zander. Nalee told me that there were a bunch of women there who threw themselves at the football players. Since I was the home team's star QB's girlfriend, I should represent well.

  Tanya actually helped me pick out my outfit - a strapless yellow top to show team spirit, with a denim mini skirt about 5 inches above my knees, and espadrilles that highlighted my long legs. I had a beige jacket, in case it got cold. It didn’t make sense to me that I was going to wear a jacket and a short skirt. I told Tanya that since I was wearing a mini skirt, my legs would get cold. I was planning on wearing skinny jeans. She shooed me and said, "Your legs can't catch pneumonia. Your lungs can; only protect what's necessary."

  When Kieran picked me up at 4:30 in the afternoon, he let out a small whistle.

  "Ace, you sure you want our team to win?"

  "Huh?"

  "Well, let's just say you dressed like that would only distract Zander."

  "He won't even know I'm there."

  "Sure,” he didn't sound convinced.

  Kieran found great seats for us. He asked his buddy to hook him up and save us some seats. We sat in the 5th row; I counted 10 rows above us.

  My heart skipped a beat when I saw Zander in his football jersey. His butt looked so tight in spandex. Number 10 was smoking hot. He had a helmet on so there was no way I could see his face.

  This was his domain. This was where he reigned. I looked around. There were crowds of people in front and around me and I thought to myself, "These people know this part of Zander and I haven't even tried." It was different watching his games on TV and in real life.

  Kieran was busy chatting up a brunette to his left.

  I knew Zander; his quirks, his likes, his dislikes. I knew him intimately. I also knew how proud he was of me. I’ve never really shown how proud I was of him, as a football player. Football was his passion. This football field was his home. This was where he was at his best.

  I felt the tears forming in my eyes when Kieran elbowed me, "Ace, what's going on?" Why was I so emotional these days?

  "I understand now. I understand why he wants me to come watch him."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yeah."

  The game started and by the second half, I was on the edge of my seat. Score was tied at 10.

  I texted Zander, I didn't know if he'd be able to read it during halftime.

  You look really good in ur uniform, babe. Btw, stop trying to remove that wedgie on ur butt.

  I didn't get an answer. After halftime, the opposing team was on the field. Zander and the offensive line were waiting for the defensive line to get the ball for them.

  On the sidelines, I noticed that Zander took off his helmet and scanned the crowds. I had a feeling he saw my text.

  He kept scanning the crowd and then he leaned to John and said something. Now, he and John were scanning the crowds. I knew he was going to find me because I was sitting next to Kieran. It was kind of hard to miss a 6'2", blonde guy, wearing a bright yellow shirt.

  From across the field, I saw his face break into a huge smile. It was one of those smiles that showed off his right dimple, if I was standing close enough. His teeth were gleaming and he said something to John. He didn't point at us. He saluted to Kieran and kept smiling. He put his helmet back on and a few minutes later, Zander and his offensive line got their turn on the field.

  Zander was on fire in the red zone. He threw 2 touchdowns in the 4th quarter and got his team close enough to the goal line for a field goal. The final score was 27-17.

  After the game, Kieran saw a friend of his so he stayed down by the bleachers to chat with him. I told him I was going to wait for Zander by the side of the tunnel where the players entered and exited from the locker rooms.

  While waiting, I saw the visiting team; San Francisco River’s football players came out and filed themselves on the opposite end of where I was standing. They were waiting for their team bus to come and pick them up.

  One of their players, Dan, recognized me. He was Kieran's camp buddy. He was an Asian-American guy who had a charming demeanor. He and I started talking about Kieran when I heard Brennan's voice.

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p; "Well, look who have here, Ms. Sedona McKenzie, my ex-girlfriend extraordinaire."

  The tone of his voice warned me of impending trouble.

  I excused myself from Dan. I had to get away from Brennan before he caused a scene, or worse, a fight. His team’s loss was fresh on his mind. Any emotion that he was feeling would be magnified ten times. He had that same, menacing voice that made me shut my door on his face, when he stopped by my apartment, a few months back. At that time, he demanded that he wanted to talk to me, after confirming that Zander and I were dating. Chills ran up my spine.