by Tia Siren
“Looks like we’ll need to practice if we’re going to make the playoffs,” I said, jokingly.
“Which one of us is the coach,” he asked.
“I’ll take your tips anytime,” I said.
He rolled his eyes and fell atop me for another kiss. We didn’t leave our little perch until the sun started peaking over the horizon. My body was sore and bruised and satisfied.
6.
I wanted to see him almost immediately after he dropped me off at my house. I wanted to go home with him and forget I was a student. I wanted to forget that he was more than ten years older than I was, but all these things kept wracking my head with guilt.
I didn’t want to get him fired for sleeping with a student, which was a possibility if anyone found out.
The day passed by miserably, I stared at my phone wishing that he’d call me with the number I had left with him. He didn’t call.
When I woke up the next morning I did my best to stay casual but I couldn’t, I needed to see him again.
There was a good chance he would be back at the practice field with the team, so that would be the best place to start.
I put on some of my new clothes and rushed out the front door. When I got out there, I saw his car already parked on the street corner, with him waiting inside.
I happily danced my way to the passenger side.
“Sandy, we can’t do this,” he said.
I was shocked to hear the words; I had wanted to spend another afternoon together.
“Why,” I questioned.
“Because I’m a teacher, and you’re a student. I can’t be more than that. Please understand.”
“I can’t understand why you would want to turn away something that feels so right,” I said.
He looked at me and let out another long drawn out sigh.
“You know, you really are the right person at the wrong time,” he said.
I could feel myself welling up with tears as he said it. I leaned into the passenger door and pried it open.
“I’ll be watching the game from the stands, make sure it’s a winner,” I said, slamming the door shut with a squeak.
He smiled, and that was all.
I spent the rest of the day trying in vain to study. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything had happened. My mind raced uncontrollably, wondering what I could do to keep this from ending for real. There had to be something that would let me be close to the person that I liked, without getting him fired in the process.
It occurred to me that the age difference was a little more than I would have liked. With age comes experience, though, and I would have liked to take advantage of his experience.
I pictured the kiss we shared before parting ways the other day. It was like a dream.
When studying didn’t work out, I decided to try spending some time with Jennie. Thankfully she was unavailable; I couldn’t imagine trying to share my experience with Jeff. I’m sure she would have just laughed it off as some kind of drama that I was trying to stir up.
So, I found myself lying in bed the remainder of the day, remembering every little caress and sensation I felt during our night of passion.
I awoke the next morning in odd sorts. The depression of knowing that something so wonderful was coming to an end before it even began, weighed heavily in my heart. I met up with Jennie for a tailgate party before the game.
I’m normally the one preaching sobriety but was feeling much the opposite. I drank more than my fair share. Nobody really minded, the just figured I had finally cracked myself out of my anti-social shell. Perhaps they were right. The last few days had been rather eye-opening for me, and I was beginning to discover who I had become.
I watched Jeff throughout most of the game, barely paying attention to the game. I cheered when the crowd cheered, but my brain was clogged with thought. Jennie chatted at me constantly, I just smiled and nodded. I doubt she really noticed my lack of interest.
The team was on fire; which was good as Jeff looked a bit too deep in thought to really get his head in the game. Brad took control and led the team to a relatively easy win. When they ran for the locker room, Jeff stood behind, lingering for a while on the field.
I excused myself from Jennie, and she ran off to join her boyfriend, the recent winner. I waited in my seat for the crowd to thin out before saying anything. I only approached when we were almost alone in the stadium.
“Congrats on the win,” I said.
He swiveled his head and gave me a nod and a smile.
“It doesn’t get any easier,” he replied.
I sat myself beside him, still keeping, at least, an arms-length of distance between us in case anyone was watching.
“Winning?”
“No, parting ways,” he said.
“Are you leaving?” I asked.
“Not sure. Fate is dealing us a bad hand, isn’t it?”
“The worst,” I replied.
He picked up his things and started walking away. I waited a moment, thinking that I could just let him go, but I wouldn’t let it happen so easy.
“Jeff, I can’t say goodbye like this,” I said.
He swiveled on his heel and turned to face me.
“Then don’t,” he replied.
I ran over to him, tackling him to the ground and planting a kiss square on his cheek. He started to push me off, but I held on tighter.
Then I saw an old look in his eye, something mischievous.
“Ten minutes, my office,” he said while standing back up.
I nodded and started feeling giddy about the time we were about to spend together. I sat down on the chair nearby and stared at the clock on my phone. I wondered if I should wait five minutes before I left, or if I should be late and make an entrance.
I chose the latter.
I went into the women’s restroom nearby and locked myself inside the handicapped stall. I stripped out of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them inside my overly large handbag. Then I threw my somewhat short coat over my skinny naked body.
I stole away in the night, feeling my heartbeat quicken with each step I took towards his office. I was already a couple of minutes late, but didn’t want to get caught, so I went slowly to make sure nobody was watching.
I knocked twice on his door, and he answered readily, pulling me inside the office and shutting the door immediately.
The blinds in the office were all shut, and the lights were all off; save for a single candle that was lit on the middle of his desk.
I jumped into his arms and gave him a big kiss which he readily accepted. When his arms hugged around me, I believe he noticed how little I was wearing.
I felt his hand stroking along my leg that was wrapped around his waist. His hand kept grasping further up my thigh until he found the prize waiting for him.
I quivered and moaned as he ran his finger along my wet slit. I lowered myself down to the floor, letting the candlelight dance shadows across his face.
He pushed my coat over my shoulders and took in the sight of my naked body again, hungry and ready for more.
I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he caressed my sides. I enjoyed the tingle that would run up my spine with each passing moment.
With his shirt off, I began to work at his trousers. Now free from our clothing, we explored each other bodies. We were hungry to memorize every last detail in case this was our last chance at seeing one another.
He pulled me in for a hug; I stayed there just feeling his warmth as much as I could. His hand found my bottom, and he squeezed my flesh hard. He wanted to devour me, and I wanted to let him.
In one motion he picked me up and sat me on his desk. Then he kissed my neck, leading down to my pert little nipples. He spent some time kissing and sucking on each one. The sensation made my chest feel flush with excitement. I kissed him along his neck and dug my hands into his hair.
He rolled me over on the desk, forcing my butt to the sky. I wanted him to see me, all of
me. With my chest not resting on the top of his cold desk, he began rubbing his hands along my back, massaging my tense muscles with his powerful hands.
Then he leaned over me and kissed my neck from behind. I could feel his throbbing member rubbing along my dripping wet sex and bucked my hips to stop him from teasing me.
He grabbed my hips and held me down to the desk. Then, I could feel him start to slide inside me. His manhood stretched me in just the right ways, and the sensation of being filled was causing me to explode.
I could already feel another orgasm starting to build up in the pit of my stomach. I enjoyed every motion as he slid inside and out, forcing my hips into the desk harder each time.
I moaned but held my mouth shut. I didn’t want to be too loud, not here.
He shuddered with excitement. My spindly legs had become exceptionally weak from all the motion and buckled out below me. He held my hips in place as he continued to work himself inside.
Every muscle in my body tensed up instantly as the orgasm took hold. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise. Then all my muscles went limp. I didn’t think I could move anymore.
He kept pumping, and I hungrily accepted it. Then I felt him swell up inside and fill me up with his steaming liquid. I shuddered uncontrollably.
When he pulled out, it took a lot of effort to stay on the desk. He held me tightly while leaning over the desk. I don’t remember falling asleep.
7.
I wanted to see him more, but it wasn’t meant to be.
I received a note two days later in the mail, along with an old key that looked weather-beaten and used.
The note read as follows.
“Dear Sandy,
“I can’t stay in the school anymore. You’re an amazing person, and I want to do nothing more than wake up next to you when I’m nearby, but it isn’t right.
“You need to meet someone closer to your own age; someone who’s in the same stage of life and ready to tackle tomorrow. I’ve done a lot of living, and you need to find your own path to travel, not be forced to follow me down mine.
“I’m leaving you my car. It showed me my path, and hopefully it will help you travel down yours. Perhaps our paths will cross again, someday.
“Don’t forget, there will always be people that love you, for you. You don’t need to be someone else; you just needed the confidence to be yourself.
“Your friend forever, Jeff.”
I wanted to be angry at him for leaving, but I knew he only wanted what was best for me.
I took the key out to the parking lot where he’d left it. It sat there like an old man, waiting to be woken up. The car was a little popular. A couple of guys had gathered around the car. One of the members of the group was peering into the driver’s seat, wide-eyed and curious.
I approached, key in hand.
“Whoa, is this your car,” he asked, amused.
I nodded.
“This is a gorgeous ride, a little rough around the edges, but it’ll take you anywhere as long as you have a full tank of gas.”
I looked at him, somewhat quizzically. He was tall and lanky, not very muscular at all. He had a backpack on that looked stuff full of books and papers. His angular chin and high cheekbones gave him a regal stature.
“What’s your name,” I asked.
“Nathan,” he replied, offering a hand.
I shook his hand and flashed the key again.
“Wanna go for a ride,” I asked.
His face beamed with excitement, and he ran around to the passenger side. I slid into the driver’s seat, running my hands along the grooves in the steering wheel.
With a flick of the key, the monster roared to life.
“Where are we going,” he asked.
I smiled.
“For a ride,” I replied, dropping the car into gear. The tires squealed, and the car shot down the road. I felt free.
*****
THE END
SPORTS Romance - My Stepbrother’s Game – A College Hockey Romance
1.
I was having difficulty concentrating on my book; it could be said that it was a little bit my fault, though; reading at a sporting event is always difficult. The crowd is always jumping to their feet or hollering about a goal.
Kathy sat next to me, cheering her lungs out.
“Isn’t this just the most fun you’ve had in your life,” she quipped.
“Right, fun,” I replied, trying my best to concentrate on my reading.
There are so many places you can visit and adventures you can have; all of these things while sitting in a comfy chair while drinking tea. I don’t think Kathy really understood how much fun I had while reading.
“Seriously, Casey. You’re a real downer right now with that book,” she said.
I rolled my eyes behind the pages of my book. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that. The school room assignments saw fit to randomly place an introvert with an extrovert. I was reaping the rewards of having a roommate more outgoing than me.
Kathy snatched the book from my hands and gestured to the ice rink in front of me.
“This is all the action you need right now, come on Casey. Give it a try for just ten minutes and I won’t bother you again for the rest of the night,” she pleaded.
I took my book back.
“Do you promise,” I asked snidely.
“If you can manage after enjoying all this action,” she said.
I stuffed my book into my purse and turned my attention to the athletes providing the entertainment.
The two teams flurried about, doing their best to attack the puck. Our star player was on the field, heading down the ice towards where Kathy and I sat, with the puck shuffling back and forth on his stick.
For a brief moment, I could make out the baby blue in his eyes, and I felt his stare shooting at me. Everything fell away in the moment; the crowd cheered, but I was deaf to their tune, as though nothing else mattered.
Then a rival player smashed him hard into the glass that I was sitting near. I held my hand to my mouth, feeling his pain shoot through my head.
It didn’t seem to faze him much; he just turned my direction, smiled, blew a kiss and shuffled the puck from the corner.
“I think he saw me,” Kathy said.
I could see her already begin to swoon. More times than I could count I’d returned to the dorm room with a sock waiting for me on the door. It was the standard signal for me to get comfy at the local coffee shop until she told me it was all clear.
I wouldn’t say that she slept with a lot of different people; she just liked to sleep with the same people very often. I would always do my best not to judge her choices, but honestly, none of the boys held much interest for me. Most of the men around here reminded me of home, and that bothered me to consider.
In the small amount of time I watched, I witnessed two different fights on the ice. The referee would always back off for the briefest of seconds as the idiots would have a go at trading blows. I did my best to avoid giggling at their stupidity, but even so it was hard to suppress.
“I hear they’re having a party after the game, we should go, it’s Friday, could be fun!”
As she continued to talk I-having fulfilled my requisite time watching-returned to my book. She scoffed, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to finish the chapter before the game was over so I wouldn’t have to remember my place on the way home.
“Okay, that’s it. You’re staying for the party. You need to get out and meet people,” she said.
“Not interested,” I replied.
“If you come, this time, I promise I won’t bother you for at least a month,” she suggested.
The idea of being able to be left to myself was tempting, but definitely not enough.
“How about, if I go, you won’t have sex in the dorm for a month,” I suggested in jest.
“Deal,” she responded all too quickly.
“I was just kidding, really. I don’t want to
go,” I said.
“Too bad, we have a deal.”
I slumped into my chair, wishing I hadn’t said anything at all. Before long, the game time had elapsed, and our team ended up the victor. This party had all the sudden become a victory party, and I had an inkling of what that might entail.
2.
‘Come to the party,’ she said, ‘we’ll have some fun,’ she said. Why do I always get stuck being the person she drags to these stupid things. I’d rather just be curled up at home, reading a book, and getting to sleep early.
That’s what I get for having a roommate that can’t do anything by herself. She just has to pull me along, until she finds someone more interesting to talk to, and then she forgets about me.
This would be the fourth party in recent memory that this has happened. I watched her from afar, chatting with a couple of boys, whom I’m sure she had every interest in sleeping with tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time.
They held the party at the now empty ice rink where our local hockey team had just won. I wasn’t much of a hockey fan. When I was a little kid, my dad would have the games on in the den, sitting beer in hand, while shouting excitedly at the T.V. I never minded curling up nearby while he watched, I’d just read a book and forget what silly things the boys said at school.
I still remember when he got me into skating; he wanted a son more than a daughter, but he did the best with what he had. He tried getting me into hockey; its popularity never waned through all of elementary school. Instead of getting into that sport, I found myself oddly taken by figure skating.
He rolled his eyes at the idea, but never once said a bad thing about it whenever he’d take me to practice. I miss him, even though we never really saw eye to eye.
I had a feeling I might be roped into an after party, Kathy always knew how to pry me out of my shell. Having brought along my old pair of ice skates, I thought now was as good a time as any to get back on the ice. A smattering of other partygoers had already convened on the Ice and had started playing games. I hadn’t much interest in their brand of fun, so I did my best to avoid their gaze.