Right Kind Of Wrong

by Christina Marie

  I looked at her, I knew I should say no, “Yep.”

  Without telling the others we were leaving, I clasped her hand in mine and hurried through the crowded club and to my pickup.

  “We…god… we shouldn’t do this!” She protested and tried to walk away.

  I pushed her against the side of my pickup and caged her in with my arms. I searched her brown eyes, my jaw muscle ached from holding myself back. “If you don’t want to, we can go back inside. I can’t stop thinking about you though. Every fuckin’ day, I…”

  She interrupted me by raising onto her tiptoes and kissing me, “I want to…I want to.”

  Without hesitation, I opened the pickup door and helped her inside. She sat in the middle of the seat. I clasped her shaking hand in mine, “I can turn around.” I told her.

  She shook her head, “We both know this is wrong…right?”

  I nodded my head and looked over at her, “I’m sorry.” I slowed down to turn the pickup around and go back to the club but she told me to go to my dorm.

  We both practically ran up to the dorm, inside the elevator we were tangled in each other’s arms. Naomi slid her hands up my shirt and rested them against my abs, “Your body…I’ve wanted to touch you since the night at that party.” She said against my lips. I kissed down her neck and stopped when the doors slid open. Luckily my room was only a few doors down.

  Once inside my room I shut the door behind her and pushed her against it. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were hooded. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” I leaned in and meshed my lips to hers. We stumbled backward to my bed, dropping clothes in our path. “Promise me this is what you want?” I said as I slid a finger up her slick center to her throbbing clit.

  “Yes…are you sure?” She breathed out.

  When I didn’t answer she leaned up on her elbows, “Morgan, we can’t. You’re thinking about her. I don’t want to be THAT girl.”

  “I need it, need you.” I leaned down and kissed a path from her lips, circled each nipple with my tongue and kissed down to her pussy. My tongue made contact with her pussy and my dick jumped and grew even harder, so hard it was painful.

  “Please…oh god!” She moaned when I sucked on her clit. “Morgan, fuck me…please!”

  She didn’t need to beg me, I reached over to the nightstand and dug around for a condom. “Wait!” she said with a giggle and stopped me from putting the condom on. My body was shaking and my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. Then…her lips circled the tip of my cock. My breath hitched and my stomach muscles tightened, I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Those soft pink lips sucking and her tongue stroking in sync up and down my cock was a sight I’d never ever forget. She moaned when she tasted my precum. I had to stop her, or I was going to end up shooting my load in her mouth. I ripped the condom open and pulled my hips away so my cock was released from the heavenly warmth of her mouth. She laid down on the bed as I rolled the condom on. My cock had never ached so badly for a release, as bad as it was that very moment. I paused at her entrance, “You’re not a virgin are you?” I asked.

  “Umm no.” She said with a laugh.

  When she wrapped her legs around mine I eased inside of her. We both stilled for a few seconds. Our breathing was labored, and we never took our eyes off of each other’s. I lowered my body weight and supported some on my forearms. Slowly I stabbed my cock in and out of her, and ground my pelvis against hers each time I pushed inside of her. Naomi cupped my face in her hands and pressed our lips together then she wrapped her legs around my waist. The angle sent me deeper and made her moans more frequent. I grabbed one of her legs and hitched it up with my arm, I needed to go faster and feel her pussy clamp down around my cock. “Right there…harder.” She breathed out against my lips. Her eyes rolled back and closed. I pumped my hips faster and harder until she was scraping her nails down my arms and shifting her hips to meet each of my thrusts. Then she moved her hand between us and started rubbing her clit.

  “Fuck…keep doing that.” I told her.

  “I’m going to come…oh god!”

  I pulled out and slammed back inside of her until she screamed my name. Then my stomach muscles clenched and I shot my load into the condom. Each pump of my release causing my stomach and balls to contract. “Fuck.” I sighed.

  After disposing of the condom and cleaning each other up, we laid there naked. I traced her tanned skin with my lips and fingers, everything about being with Naomi was what I wanted and needed. We didn’t talk about anything specific, and we never brought up Tabitha. With her head resting on my chest, Naomi fell asleep.

  About six thirty the following morning I woke up to her kissing a path down my stomach. Instantly my cock sprung to life, but I knew that if she started sucking that she wouldn’t stop until she was swallowing my come.

  I fumbled around in the drawer of my nightstand for another condom and tapped her shoulder. She ripped it open with her teeth and rolled it on, stroking my hardness before straddling me and sinking down. “Christ, you feel amazing.” I growled out.

  She smiled down at me, “I could get use to this.”

  And so could I. I just had to figure out how to tell Tabitha.

  I pumped hard when I felt her orgasm start and my own release started to ignite. With a deep groan and another hard thrust, my cock jerked with each jet of come. “Fuck!” I yanked out of Naomi.

  Her eyes widened, “It broke!” She pushed at my chest and scurried off of the bed. “I’m not on the pill!” She whisper yelled with wide eyes. She darted into the bathroom and slammed the door. I pulled the condom off and threw it in the trash. The little black wrapper was on the floor, I breathed a sigh of relief when I read the “Spermicide” in bold print.

  “Hey,” I tapped on the bathroom door. “They have spermicide on them.”

  Naomi yanked the door open and I handed her the wrapper so she could see for herself. “I sure hope it works because I’m not on the pill! I’m allergic to them.”

  My eyebrows shot up, we both stood there in silence for a beat, “Uh…”

  “I have to go.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me before brushing past me and picking her clothes up from my floor.

  I hurried to get dressed, “I’ll take you home. Calm down.”

  She was silent on the way to her dorm, when I pulled into a parking stall she didn’t move to get out. “Are you going to tell, your girlfriend?”

  I gripped the steering wheel and inhaled a deep breath and blew it out, “Yeah just…let me have a few days. I will tell her, I promise.”

  Naomi nodded her head, “Call me after you talk to her.” She opened the door and got out of the pickup.

  Between school, practice, homework and papers to write I was busier than before. The coach pushed us harder and harder during practice, by the time we played our second game we were like a well-oiled machine as a team on the field. And we won by a landslide.

  The bus was filled with cheers and overly excited guys ready to party when we got back to campus. I sent Tabitha a text to let her know I was going to go out with the team and that I’d call her the following day. She replied that there was a bunch of people going to the movies and then to a house party for a new girl that had transferred to her school.

  After only a couple of drinks I was exhausted and ready to go to bed. Naomi had text me a congratulations text so I replied with a Thank you and told her that I was going home.

  Much to my surprise she was waiting in front of the building when I pulled up. As soon as I got out of my pickup she ran toward me and jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing me. “I’ve missed you.” She said with a smile.

  Holding her like this felt right, she fit like a perfect puzzle piece in my arms. “I’ve missed you too. I still haven’t told her yet.” I said.

  Her smile fell, “We can talk inside.”

  Once we were inside I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. My head was pounding and m
y body was starting to throb. Naomi climbed in beside me and rested her head against my chest then gently traced a finger around my stomach muscles. “I’ll tell her next weekend. She’s comin’ to my game…I can’t do it over the phone.”

  Her hand stilled, “I’ll stay away, please don’t tell her it’s me though.”

  “I’m not going to.” I kissed the top of her head. “Can I get you to grab those Tylenol out of my bag, please?”

  She brought the bottle over and dumped three in my hand, “You’re having headaches again?”

  I swallowed the pills, “I’m going to go to the chiropractor this week.”

  Naomi climbed back in to bed, “I just want to sleep tonight.”

  “Me too.” I replied.

  About four thirty in the morning my head was hurting so bad I bolted out of bed and into the bathroom. I puked up what little food and water I had in my stomach. I leaned against the bathroom wall as my body shook from the chills that I was having. After brushing my teeth and drinking some water I splashed my face with warm water and toweled off my face. I took a few more Tylenol and laid back down in bed, Naomi rolled over and I curled my body around hers.

  When I woke up again, she was gone and there was a note on my nightstand, “I’ll talk to you later. XOXO Naomi”

  My head was still pounding so I pulled the covers over my head and fell back asleep.

  On my way to school Monday morning I called the chiropractor that the team was contracted with. I set my appointment for over my lunch break. By the time I left to go to my appointment my head wasn’t hurting as bad but my vision was starting to get blurry and my neck felt like somebody had clubbed me in it. To say that was the least pleasurable appointment I had ever been to would be a fuckin’ understatement. I walked out of the office just as sore as when I walked in. Rather than go back to class I went back to my dorm and laid down. I set my alarm so that I would have enough time to get ready for practice. Being a Monday, we would watch game films for Friday’s game after taking the tests for standard concussions.

  As usual I breezed through the test and passed. I watched about ten minutes of the game film and fell asleep at the desk I was sitting in. Brody woke me up, “Dude, coach catches you sleeping and he’s going to put you through the ringer.”

  I sat up and stared at the blurry screen of the overhead projector until coach shut the film off and started talking play strategies for the upcoming home game. When he dismissed us I went back to my dorm, I couldn’t remember ever being so god damn tired. Chalking it up to stress I didn’t mention it to anybody.

  Zane and Brody showed up at my dorm, “Dude are you sure you’re okay? You are sleeping a shit ton and just acting kind of strange.” Zane said when I let them in my room.

  “I think its just stress.” I told them.

  “What’s going on with you and Naomi?” Zane asked with a grin.

  I scrubbed my hands down my face, “I really like her. We just click. I’ve gotta break things off with Tabitha after the game. I fuckin’ hate knowin’ it’s gonna break her heart. She’s going to think I did it to get back at her…and that’s not the case.”

  Zane and Brody both nodded their heads in agreement, “Get some rest…if you’re still tired.” Zane told me.

  “If you’re not better by Monday, I think you’d better go see a doctor.” Brody told me.

  Tabitha and I talked on the phone briefly throughout the rest of the week, she was beyond excited to see me play and get to spend some time with me. I dreaded having to tell her the truth but not telling her wasn’t an option. Naomi and I talked over lunch in the cafeteria a few times, I could tell she was worried that I wouldn’t actually break up with Tabitha.

  “It’s going to suck, we’ve been through this before…” I started to tell her but she interrupted me.

  “You’ve…cheated before?” She asked with wide eyes.

  I clasped her hand in mine, “No—she did.” And so I told her the entire story. “Tabitha’s not a horrible person, she’s got a heart of gold. I’m not real sure that things will ever be totally over between her and Vance though.”

  Naomi was speechless for a minute, “Wow…”

  We finished our meals then left for our next class. I stopped walking and Naomi looked up at me, “What?” She asked with a confused look on her face.

  “What fuckin’ class do I have today?”

  “Ummm…Lit?” She gave me a questioning look. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I just had a white out or brain bubble burst.” I said with a laugh.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes! Christ!” I turned and walked away.

  By the time game day arrived I was feeling more like myself, and the adrenaline kicked in as I geared up for the game.

  The first half of the game went great and we were in the lead. As we walked from the locker room toward the tunnel, the dance team walked past us. I grabbed Naomi’s arm and stopped her. She gave me a weak smile, “I’m sorry for getting pissed and walking away the other day. I’ll call you tomorrow after Tabitha leaves. Okay?”

  “Are you—going to sleep with her?”

  “No.” And I would try my hardest not to get tempted by Tabitha.

  Naomi stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, “You’re doing great out there, go finish kicking some ass.”

  I gave her one last peck on the lips and winked at her, “Later!”

  We won the game and the field quickly flooded with students and spectators. When my eyes landed on Tabitha my heart stuttered inside my chest. My parents grabbed me and hugged me, one look into Tabitha’s eyes and I started questioning if I was doing the right thing. She threw herself at me and pressed her lips to mine, I pinched my eyes shut and kissed her back. Fuck fuck fuck! I had missed her more than I realized, then flashes of Naomi’s face flooded my mind. Every part of me was hoping that Naomi wasn’t able to see the kiss I shared with Tabitha.

  We broke away from the kiss; her smile was warm and more beautiful than I remembered. After showering, I met Tabitha and my parents in the parking lot. My headache was coming back and I knew that it would end up being a short night; it was going to be my last night with Tabitha and the start of dealing with the turmoil I would cause.

  Chapter 19

  Watching Morgan play college football was both exciting and scary at the same time. “They hit a lot harder don’t they?” His mom Katherine said. I could tell she was worried about him getting hurt.

  “They do, but he’s worked hard to get playing time.”

  The game was intense and both teams played hard. The Falcons ended up winning by one point and the stadium erupted with cheers. So loud it was almost deafening.

  We made our way down to the field toward Morgan, the student body had the players surrounded so we had to stay on the sidelines and wait for the crowd to thin out. Morgan was scanning looking around when I walked up to him. “Hey!” I lightly punched him in the ribs.

  “Hey!” He said with his signature grin. I couldn’t stop myself, I jumped into his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss felt amazing and Morgan’s sigh made my stomach dance with butterflies.

  “Oh for the love of all things holy, you can wait until we leave!” His dad Richard said with a chuckle. We broke away from the kiss, “Great game son.” He pulled Morgan in to a one armed hug and patted his shoulder with the other hand. His mom smiled big and hugged Morgan.

  “I’m gonna hit the showers, I’ll meet you at my pickup.” Morgan said. One of the coaches caught up with him and walked next to him. “I’m good.” I heard Morgan tell the guy.

  Almost an hour later Morgan sauntered through the parking lot, his duffle bag slung over one shoulder and a grin on his face. “I’m starvin’ let’s go eat.”

  I rode with him and his parents followed behind us.

  We chose a restaurant that Morgan said had the best pizza on earth. “If you’re starving I think you’ll die before we get served.” I said with a laugh. The place wa
s packed.

  He laughed, “But, you’re with me…the football players get special treatment. Wait right here.” He hurried out of his pickup and shut the door. I watched as he rounded the front and held on to the massive grill guard.

  “Are you okay?” I asked when he opened my door.

  “Fine why?” he asked with his brows furrowed.

  “You held on to the guard for support.” I said as I climbed out of the pickup.

  “My ribs are hurting a little.” He said with a shrug.

  His parents walked with us into the building, Morgan leaned against the wall and pulled me against his chest. “Did you like the game?” He asked with a grin.

  “I did,” I said with a nod. “Are we going to go back to your place and relax after we leave here?”

  “Uh…you have to ride back with mom and dad.”

  I raised one eyebrow; “I told you that I was driving myself so I could stay until Sunday.”

  “You did?” He questioned.

  Before we could continue the conversation, a waiter walked over to us and congratulated Morgan on the win. “Follow me.”

  We followed the guy through the extremely loud dining area to a small table toward the back. Numerous people reached out to shake Morgan’s hand as we walked past.

  After being seated, the waiter gave us each menus, then hurried off to get us some water. When he returned he asked if we were ready to order. Morgan ordered his ‘usual’, which was a personal pan supreme pizza with extra mushroom. I chose to order a chicken enchilada and his parents each ordered chicken pasta. We talked about the game and Morgan recapped some of the past games that we hadn’t attended because they were to far away.

  “Fuck this place is loud.” Morgan mumbled.

  I laughed, “Hey you’re the one that insisted we eat here.”