by McKay, KC
She reached across and touched my hand. "Hey, sorry Sailor of the Year didn't go too well for you, but you never know. They haven't decided yet, so you still might pull it out."
"Dar— I mean, Lieutenant, you weren't there. They hated me, but hey… thanks for thinking enough of my performance to put me forward. I'm just sorry I let you down." I stared at my chips.
"Hey, you didn't let me down." She patted my hand again, which I found comforting. She looked around the restaurant. "And under the circumstances, I think you can call me Darcy."
"So, am I forgiven?" I looked at her hopefully.
She smiled, but didn't say anything.
I took that as a yes, but didn't know how far we could take things. My dad always said never take a woman to a drag race if she really wants to go to NASCAR. I think what he meant was sometimes they wanted the race to last five-hundred miles, not a quarter-mile sprint. As much as I wanted to rip her clothes off, I'd have to be patient and read the signals — if there were any.
Between the two of us, we finished my fish and chips while we talked about her dad's horse racing empire. It sounded fascinating, even though I didn't know anything about horses.
I went to the bar and brought us back another round of drinks. The conversation stalled for a little while. My nerves had got the better of me and I wasn't sure what to address next. She was being nice, but we hadn't talked about 'us.' Perhaps she had put it all behind her and there was no 'us' to discuss. I wasn't that hardened to be able to push emotions to one side like that. I had to know what she was thinking. God, I'd sound like a girl if I just blurted out "What are you thinking?" But I didn't want to sound too macho either.
I looked at a beer mat sitting on the table as I spun it around with my fingertips. "I was wondering, Darcy… if I had been an officer, would things have been different between us?" I kept my head lowered, but peeked from the tops of my eyes.
"Assuming you didn't spread your goodwill anywhere else…"
I raised my eyebrows.
She looked at her finger doodling on the table. "I concede now that you didn't do anything wrong. Sorry I didn't believe you, but you have to admit, the circumstantial evidence was quite strong against you at the time." She shrugged and fluttered her eyelashes. "But yes, if we were on a level playing field, things would have been different. And I'm sorry things got misunderstood." She fluttered her bangs with a single blow. "I wish things could've—" She stared at the table.
My fingers tip-toed across the table and I brushed her little finger. "I'm doing well in college, so I should be able to get the grades to go officer."
"I always knew you would. That's why I suggested it to you in the first place." She laid her hand on top of mine. "I think you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for."
Our eyes met.
"Do intelligent guys turn you on?"
"Very much."
I felt the magic. "Would you like to get a room?"
She leaned in closer, her eyes flushed with sincerity. "Petty Officer Chambers," she whispered. "Are you propositioning a superior officer?"
I leaned toward her. "Yes, ma'am, I am."
She squeezed my hand tighter and her smile lit up the room. "We could go back to my place."
"For making up or moonshine?"
"Maybe a bit of both."
"You mean I can have my very own Kentucky Wildcat?"
She nodded and took a pretend swipe at me with her 'paw.' "Grrr…"
Oh my God! She even growls.
Chapter 32
We got a taxi back to Darcy's place, I paid, and we walked up her steps hand in hand.
Once inside, Darcy sat me on the couch while she wandered off to the kitchen. When she returned, she placed a bottle of 'Kentucky Straight Bourbon' on the glass coffee table and put two lowball tumblers beside it.
Her leg brushed against mine as she sat down next to me. I enjoyed feeling her sitting so close. It felt like we were getting back on track knowing she wasn't afraid touch me. Darcy poured us each a drink and handed me one. We raised our glasses.
"To Kentucky," she announced.
I smiled, never thinking I'd be toasting to Kentucky. "All we need is some fried chicken." I chuckled.
"Well…" She snuggled in close and walked her fingers up my body as she spoke. "I'm no chicken, but that's not to say we can't find some legs… thighs… and breasts…"
Chills rocked through me.
She flicked my lips with her finger, then kissed me ever so gently. "You'll never guess what. Before things got… misunderstood… I had my mom send my outfit over."
"You're joking." My heart went into a frenzy. "You mean…?"
She cast a wicked smile. "Yes, I mean…" She grabbed the sides of my head and pressed her lips onto mine, electrifying me with her passion. She pushed herself away. "Why don't you get comfortable? I'll be right back."
I watched her cute ass wiggle out of the room. After downing the whiskey in one gulp, I refilled it before realizing I'd better slow down. I didn't want a repeat of a night of non-performance.
Darcy came to the doorway, one hip cocked out with her hand resting on it. Her other arm extended over her head and she gripped the door frame.
She was a perfect picture of lust standing there in her University of Kentucky cheerleader outfit. Her blue and white skirt was short. Very short. My eyes traveled down her legs, taking in their perfect shape until they disappeared into ankle-high white socks, buried into her sneakers. She grasped the bottom of her skirt and waved it, revealing blue panties. She spun around and bent over, showing that they weren't actually panties, but a G-string. She was by far the sexiest woman I had ever seen with her clothes on. My dick did a little cheer of its own.
Darcy sauntered over and wrapped her arms around my neck. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back and wagged her finger.
"You've haven't earned a kiss yet, Coach."
I smiled at the prospect. "Coach? You mean I'm a coach? I thought I'd be the quarterback or something."
"Mm-uh. A quarterback might like it if I wore an improper uniform like a G-string, but the coach? He'd be mad at me for being a naughty girl." She dragged her finger down my nose. "A very naughty girl. What do you think he would do?" She turned around and hiked her skirt up, showing off her perfect ass with the thin blue line running up the crack between her cheeks.
I placed my finger under the thin strip of fabric and ran it under the band, along the contour of her butt between the string and her flesh, then pulled it out and let it snap back. "By the looks of things, I'd say he'd probably kiss your ass." I pressed my puckered lips against her soft butt.
She moaned, then turned around, pulling on her bottom lip. "You don't think he'd spank me, do you?"
My hard-on pitched a tent in my trousers. I hadn't thought of that, but since she mentioned it…
My loose-fitting beige slacks and cotton boxers offered minimum restriction, so I stood up for no other reason than to let her see my state of arousal.
She looked at my crotch and smiled. "Looks like Coach likes naughty girls."
I pointed to her in scolding fashion. "Novak, how many times have I told you not to show your bare fanny when doing cheers? I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." I sat back down and patted my lap. "Now bend over."
She stood with her shoulders scrunched together, turning side to side ever so slightly, biting her finger. "I'm sorry, Coach, it won't happen again. Please don't punish me."
"I don't want any whores on the squad, Novak." I pointed to my lap. "Now bend over."
Her lips slightly curled as she moved in and bent over my knee.
I lifted her skirt, exposing her bare butt except for the string, barely visible, hiding in her sexy crevice. I rubbed my hand over her smoothness, admiring such a thing of beauty. I followed her lead, willing to do anything she wanted to please her.
Raising my hand, I stared at her butt for a moment before coming down and smacking her behind.
I open handedly belted her butt, causing some stinging to my hand. Then again, and again, alternating cheeks with each blow. The intensity of my arousal surprised me. I hadn't expected to, but I was really getting off on spanking her.
She pounded my lower leg. "Yes, I've been a bad girl."
My stiff cock pressed against her side as I whacked her, increasing the power as she cried out how bad she had been. My hardness twitched uncontrollably as the rubbing against her side became more pleasurable with each spank I delivered.
I slid my hand down and felt her moist place of pleasure, then moved my thumb to rub her clit. Her legs parted as I inserted my fingers into her, sliding them in and out of her sweet warmth. She grew wetter with each plunge of my digits. My palm massaged the bottom of her buttocks as I continued to slide my fingers in her.
Darcy's moans of pleasure excited me. I slipped my fingers out and spanked her some more. When I smacked her, she'd jump, rubbing against my straining mass. Her bucking increased, as did her breathing, and she raised her butt higher in the air, so I smacked it harder.
As her pleasurable cries of anguish increased, I spanked her until her smooth skin glowed a dull red. Her fingers dug painfully into my calf as she absorbed my punishment.
"I'm sorry, Coach," she whimpered, "I'll be good, I promise."
I took that as her cry of submission.
She pulled her skirt down and stood up. A mischievous twinkle dominated her gaze.
She looked at my bulging crotch and smiled. "Thank you, Coach Chambers. Now I want to please you." She leaned forward and clenched my face forcefully. "On the floor, Coach."
I did as instructed and laid on my back on a sheepskin rug in the middle of the room. She kicked her shoes off and massaged my hardness through my pants with her sock-clad foot. Her 'fuck me' eyes trapped mine, building my excitement. Reaching under her skirt, she lowered her G-string and stepped out of it.
After kneeling on the floor, she undid my belt, zipper, and lowered my pants, then my boxers. She touched my tip, drawing up a thin string of pre-cum between my rock and her fingertip.
"Looks like Coach almost had an accident," she whispered. "Did I make Coach's cock hard?"
"Yes, Novak, you dirty little slut. You're a cock-tease."
"Oh, I'm no tease, Coach. I deliver." She smiled and took hold of my pulsing core, lifting it to stand toward the sky while she stroked it.
I looked down my flat stomach and liked what I saw. I hoped she did too.
She stopped and looked at me. "I want you inside me."
I fumbled in my pocket. "I have a cond—"
She interrupted me. "I trust you." Her look was meaningful.
It was as if a warm blanket wrapped me in security hearing her say that she fully trusted me. I couldn't tell which was more excited, my softened heart or my hardened rod. All I knew was that she was awesome and I was about to have her on a different plateau than we had ever previously shared.
Standing up, she leaned down and held my cock by the base, holding it straight up. She pulled her skirt up to her stomach, exposing herself to me. I grew even harder at the sight of her perfectly shaved, landing strip pubic patch on show, for my eyes only.
"Would Coach like to see me do the splits?"
My voice cracked. "Yes, please."
"On your cock?"
"Oh, God, yes."
I lay helpless as she slowly lowered herself ever closer to my straining staff, her legs sliding farther apart in a perfect straight line, her hand guiding me straight for her silky cave. She inched closer until the apex of her legs finally made contact with the tip of my extension.
I thrust my hips, attempting to enter her, but she held herself just out of my reach. She dropped her back leg to rest on her knee, and placed a hand on the sheepskin rug to support herself. Her other hand held my member tightly.
She lowered herself just a little, brushing my tip against the lips of her soft core. "Do you want me, Coach?"
My answer of "Yes," sounded like a whimper.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she cooed.
I nodded, trying to put myself into her again.
"Beg me."
"Darcy, please… I can't take it anymore. I need to be inside you. I want you, baby. Please…"
She rubbed my hardness against her clit. "Am I a good girl?"
"You're the best, baby. Please, finish the splits on me." It was torture to feel her, but not to be in her. I could see the miniscule amount of space that kept me from my pleasure, and it drove me crazy.
She dropped a little lower, letting my tip go inside her, then she stopped, flexing her internal muscles to constrict around me.
My cock throbbed, desperately wanting to bore into her. "You're a fucking tease, Novak. Now drop on my fucking cock. Now!"
"Tsk, tsk, Coach Chambers. This is no time to get angry."
"Please, Darcy. I need you," I pleaded.
She place her hands on the floor on either side of my head, next to my ears, my end barely resting inside her. She smiled, slowly lowering herself onto me, taking my love into the center of her paradise. She purred.
She was so tight it hurt my stiffness, yet the pleasure was immense as her wetness wrapped around me and we merged into one being, together at the most intimate intersection.
Our eyes locked on one another as she raised and lowered herself on me, sliding up and down on my hard shaft. Her internal muscles pulsated around my cock, but it was my heart that pulsed in time with hers. We were one. I treasured the idea of fucking a cheerleader, but loved the idea of making love to Darcy even more. She was in control of everything, but we were so in tune with one another, I couldn't have orchestrated it better myself.
Her pace increased as my thrusts deepened. She pressed her chest against mine and lay on me, riding me hard, plunging herself the full length of my hardened rod.
We rocked together in perfect sync. With each thrust, I gave her a little more of my heart. Her face pressed against my cheek, then her tongue darted into my ear. Shivers shot through my body and I fought to hold back juices. My toes curled in an effort to prolong the inevitable. Darcy's fingers clawed into the sides of my head, digging in to a painful degree, but at the same time heightening my pleasure.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Zaaac…"
I pushed myself into her as far as I could as she wrapped her arms around my neck. My cock exploded, pumping my juices deep, deep inside her. She cried out in ecstasy as we came together.
I gripped my wildcat and massaged myself inside her as her contracting muscles coaxed the last of the semen out of me until I had totally emptied myself.
Although we were wrapped deeply in a sexual fantasy, I had just made love to her. I felt a much deeper connection than ever before. But I couldn't tell her that. I didn't know what level her 'I like him' stage was at, and I sure as hell didn't want to scare her off.
She didn't need to know it, but I was falling in love.
Chapter 33
The workload had been heavy for both Darcy and me, so we didn't have much time off together. We were now officially lovers in my book, but on the ship we had to pretend to be just a couple of non-fucking professionals — although she did always give me a nice smile when she could and our hands 'accidentally on purpose' brushed together on more than a few occasions. Her stealth looks of desire didn't go unnoticed either.
After one of our late afternoon supervisor meetings, Darcy asked me to stay behind as everyone else left the room. Soft tingles massaged my spine wondering what my fantasy girl wanted to talk to me about. It didn't matter; I was excited just to be in her presence.
I shifted in my chair opposite her desk. Her attention seemed to be focused on the desktop, but there wasn't anything on it.
"So how's college going?"
I loved it when she s
howed concern for my progress and well-being. "A bit nervous. I have my Economics exam next Thursday, and the Law final on Friday. I haven't been able to study as much as I wanted because of the workload, so I'm a little worried about them."
"I'm sure you'll do fine."
"I hope so. You're the one who put this officer idea in my head. I'd hate to let you down."
She pursed her lips. "Don't do it for me. This is your glory."
"Yes, ma'am." I sometimes still got pleasure rushes down below when I addressed her as ma'am. It was just so… naughty. Even though I loved her now, the risk factor was an incredible turn on.
I needed to push myself out of lust haven and get back to business. I forced a body quake to recompose myself. "I need to pass those two courses to get enough core credits for my business degree."
"If there's anything I can do to help, just ask." Her sincerity was unquestionable.
"Well, there may be one little thing."
She raised her eyebrows, inviting me to continue.
I leaned forward, resting my arms on her desk. "I was going to ask you, do you think you could approve some leave for me after my exams. I need a little break from all this."
She nodded. "I know. You've been working very hard lately, haven't you? Both on and off the ship."
"Yes, ma'am."
She leaned in, lessening the gap between us. "Sure. You've earned it. Going anywhere special?"
I shook my head.
We sat in silence for a moment.
"Look, there's something I have to tell you, then I want to ask you something." She clasped her hands. "I'm sorry, Zac, but you didn't get Sailor of the Year. An electrician won it."
Although I hadn't expected to win, the disappointment still stung. "Let me guess… he spent more time helping the disabled than he ever did fixing submarines."
She kind of giggle-snorted. "Probably. I'm sorry."
I shrugged. "No biggie. Thanks for putting me forward, anyway."