by Claire Adams
“Hey,” he said, his smile broadening as he approached; some of the other people who had been talking to him so excitedly half-followed, stopping a few feet away. “What did you think?” I could see the confidence in his eyes, in spite of the question.
“You were great!” Georgia echoed my praise, adding that the game had been so exciting. For just a moment, it was as if there was no one else in the world, and I felt my cheeks burning as I looked up at Johnny.
“I’m just glad I didn’t humiliate myself while you were watching,” Johnny said, and I rolled my eyes. I could tell that he never thought he might embarrass himself; he knew he was good. The rest of the players started to come out, dressed once more in their regular clothes or with the jackets Gigi and I had seen before, their hair wet from the showers, and Johnny raised his hand to acknowledge a loud call-out from one of them. “Do you feel up to hanging out for a while? The team and I were just going to chill for a bit, maybe get a beer.” I hesitated. I had a really early class the next day.
“I wish I could,” I said, making a face to show how much I regretted it. Georgia elbowed me hard in the ribs and I barely kept my face straight. “I’ve got a crazy-early class tomorrow, and I don’t want to be totally useless the first week of classes.” Johnny frowned, looking disappointed rather than angry or upset. Mmy self-discipline wavered for a moment, but I just gave Johnny a sad smile and said that any other time, I’d love to hang out.
Johnny brightened. “In that case, you have to promise me you’ll come out to the party this weekend.” I laughed and promised, and he left after giving me another quick smile, moving to catch up with his team.
“Girl, you need to get your head checked,” Georgia said, as we headed out to one of the other exits. I rolled my eyes.
“I think you bruised one of my ribs, by the way,” I said, giving her a pretend scowl. “And anyway, I don’t want to look too easy. I don’t want to be too accessible. If he wants me, he’ll have to work for it.” I said it confidently, turning my nose up a little bit and laughing, but deep down, I wished that I had gone for it. I wished that I was a little less responsible. I wished that I was a little more daring.
Chapter Nine
Friday night finally came, and as Georgia and I walked across campus I felt like I might explode out of my own skin, I was so nervous and excited. I couldn’t walk fast enough—I almost wished that Georgia hadn’t talked me into the short, tight pencil skirt I was wearing, but I couldn’t deny that it looked sexy, especially with the heels she had convinced me to borrow to wear with it. If Johnny thought I was cute in jeans and a t-shirt, he wasn’t going to be able to resist me in this outfit.
We could hear it raging from a block away, and for a moment I felt almost—not quite scared, but intimidated. It was obvious from the pounding music and the loud sound of shouting that there were a ton of people there. Johnny’s boast that his frat threw the best parties was probably well-founded. “How do I look?” I asked Gigi nervously as we got closer and closer.
“Great. You look fab. Stop fidgeting!” I grinned, even though my heart was pounding in my chest and my mouth was more than a little dry.
The frat house was crawling with people—the front yard had at least a dozen people milling around, drinking, joking, and dancing, some of them in frat-approved togas. As we went in, the heat and humidity hit me like a ton of bricks, and I immediately started looking for Johnny, trying to see him through the pounding bass, the knots and clusters of people. I was overwhelmed, thinking for just a moment that it would be impossible to find him.
Georgia and I made it to the backyard, and finally I spotted him, standing off to the side, surrounded by a group of girls. I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, go over there,” Georgia said when I pointed him out to her; the girls who were clustered around Johnny obviously were hanging on his every word, oblivious to anything else going on.
“Ugh, I feel like such an idiot; of course he’s surrounded by girls. He’s never going to even know I’m here.” Georgia shook her head, giving me a nudge.
“Have a little faith, will you?” As if on cue, Johnny looked up to glance around the yard, and I nearly jumped when his gaze fell on me. Immediately, he said something to the girls and gently pushed through their ranks, coming right over to Georgia and me with a huge grin on his face.
“You made it out!” He hugged me, and then held me out at arm’s length, looking me up and down. “Becky, you’re going to kill me—promise me you’ll never wear anything this sexy to a game.” I laughed and shook my head. “Have either of you gotten anything to drink yet?” he glanced from me to Georgia and we both agreed that we hadn’t. “Let me get you both something.” He gave me another quick hug, and Georgia looked at me as he left for a second before we both started laughing.
Off to the side, away from the people having a good time, I saw the girl who had been talking to Johnny days before—the one who had been so into him, touching her hair and flirting as obviously as I’d ever seen any girl flirt in my life. She was looking me up and down with an expression of disgust on her face, as if she had just bitten down on the bitterest lemon in existence. I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore her, just as Johnny came back with two big red Solo cups.
To my surprise, Johnny was almost as sweet and attentive to Georgia as he was to me—he asked her about her major and got to know her a little bit. Fortunately, Georgia had gone to the trouble of looking up information about hockey after I’d told her that my excuse for bringing her to the game was that she loved the sport; but his main focus somehow still managed to be on me, and as I sipped my drink I couldn’t help but feel a warm, tingly sensation working through me, knowing that all the girls wanted him—and he didn’t seem to see a single one.
Georgia went inside to use the bathroom, getting directions from Johnny and we talked about the game, about the first week of classes, and all the silly little things we could think of. I wondered to myself if I had any hope at all of getting him alone. When she came back a few minutes later, dripping with beer some drunk guy had spilled on her, I felt a little guilty; I really should have gone with her. But she told me she just wanted to get back to the dorms and change, that she’d be back soon, and everything was fine—so Johnny gave her a quick hug and told her not to miss the best part of the party.
After she left, Johnny glanced around and leaned in close to me. “Do you like music?” he asked. I rolled my eyes, smiling a little.
“Who doesn’t like music?” He grinned and I tried not to tremble when he put his hand on the small of my back.
“Come on, I want to show you something,” he said. He steered me through the crowd and up the long flight of stairs, explaining that all of the frat’s bedrooms were on the second and third floors of the huge house. He led me straight to his room and I felt a little scared—after all, bad things could happen to girls in those rooms—but I started to relax when he pulled a guitar out of his closet and sat down on the bed, picking a few notes to check that it was in tune.
I was more than a little surprised to discover that Johnny could really play—it wasn’t like some guys, who only learn a few chords specifically to try and impress girls. He played a couple of songs I knew, and even played me one—absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful—that he said he’d written a couple of years before. Georgia texted me at one point, saying that she was just going to stay in the dorms, but if I needed her she’d come back for me.
Before I knew it, Johnny had put the guitar aside, and was lifting me up off of the chair I had stolen to watch him play, kissing me lightly on the lips. I felt like I had been waiting for that all night—all week—and as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping across my lips, I opened my mouth and melted against him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. My heart was pounding, and I could feel how hot I was, the way my inner muscles tightened reflexively as his hands began to wander over the curves of my body. It was both like and unlike how I had imagined it. Johnny’s big, strong hands sli
pping along my waist, down to my hips, cupping the cheeks of my ass for a moment to give me a quick squeeze before they moved up to my breasts.
He lifted me up onto his bed and covered my body with his, and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on; Johnny’s lips left mine and moved down along my jaw to the column of my throat and little hot, electric jolts shot through me, making me tingle everywhere. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him more and more as we made out, touching each other, exploring each other’s body through the fabric of our clothes. I shivered as Johnny nipped playfully at the pulse point just below my ear, and I heard him chuckle.
When I felt his hand slipping up along my inner thighs, gliding underneath my skirt to touch me through my panties, I froze. “H-hey,” I said, panting slightly, pulling back from his hungry kisses. “Could we take it—a little slow? I’m sorry, I just…” Johnny stopped, withdrawing his hand, looking down at me with concern on his face.
“No—yeah, absolutely. I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want to,” he said. He kissed me again, his touches oddly respectful as we both moved back into making out with each other. I almost wanted to cry; he was so much sweeter than any guy I had ever been with. I squirmed and writhed underneath him, my body getting hotter, my pussy soaking wet. To hell with going slow, I thought. The fact that Johnny had actually stopped, that he wasn’t trying to push me to change my mind, had actually made me change my mind—all I could think of was how much I wanted him.
I pulled back from the kiss again, but this time I didn’t tell him to stop or even slow down. “Okay, I’ve changed my mind,” I said, panting, my head spinning with the intense desire I felt. “No more going slow, not right now.” I reached down and pawed at Johnny’s pants, and he chuckled, reaching down and pulling my blouse off. I hadn’t even noticed that it had managed to move up along my skin, almost exposing my breasts in my bra already.
In moments, our clothes fell away, and I was touching him—wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking slowly. Johnny was thicker than I had imagined, not quite as long, but plenty long enough, and I licked my lips, moaning softly as he reached up between my legs once more. He pulled my panties down, the last barrier between our bodies, and I shivered at the feeling of his fingers touching me. Johnny’s fingers slipped and slid between my labia, finding my clit, and I moaned, pushing my hips down, gripping him tighter in my hand as he began to rub and stroke me. “You’re sure you want this,” Johnny said, somewhere between a statement and a question. I nodded, thinking that there was absolutely nothing I wanted more.
Johnny slipped down along my body, his hips shifting between my legs, and I let go of him, my hands moving to his shoulders, my arms wrapping around him. “Any time you want me to stop, just tell me and I will,” Johnny murmured, brushing his lips against mine. I felt his hard, hot cock slipping and sliding along my soaking wet folds as he rocked his hips, rubbing up against me constantly. “Any time, you get me?” I nodded, breathless, full of desire.
“Yeah—don’t stop,” I said, smiling slightly. Johnny guided himself up against me, and then he thrust up into me slowly, his thick, hard cock pushing past the resistance of my body inch by inch. I moaned out, grabbing at his shoulders desperately, my eyes falling closed and my head tilting back. “Don’t—don’t stop, please,” I said again. I felt Johnny’s lips curving in a smile as he pushed into me deeper and deeper, taking his time.
Finally, his hips were flush against mine, and we both paused, struggling to catch our breath. He began to move inside of me, slowly at first, and every movement sent tingling, electric jolts of pleasure through my body. “God, Becky,” Johnny said, half-moaning as he brought his lips down onto mine again. “You feel so good—so fucking good.” I nodded, not even able to speak, only able to kiss him, to grip his shoulders as hard as I possibly could, to wrap my legs around him and push my hips down to meet his thrusts.
We moved together, and every time Johnny pushed up deeper inside of me, I felt myself getting more and more turned on, closer and closer to orgasm. I couldn’t even hear the sounds of the party raging downstairs anymore, only the sounds of our moans and gasps and panting breaths, the sound of our bodies moving together with wet, slapping, sucking noises. Johnny reached down between our bodies and I cried out as he began to stroke and rub my clit again, keeping time with his thrusts.
In a matter of moments—I certainly didn’t know how long it had been—I hit my climax, my fingernails digging into Johnny’s shoulders, my legs tightening around him, my whole body awash in wave after wave of pleasure. I was barely even aware of him groaning as he reached his own orgasm, but everything in my body tingled as we kept moving together until we simply couldn’t anymore, until I felt his weight against me when he collapsed, both of us panting.
The next morning, I shivered as I awakened, something ticklish brushing along the back of my neck; for just a second I was confused, disoriented—with no idea where I was. But the night before came flooding back in the next instant, and I smiled to myself, remembering how I had ended up in Johnny’s bed, how we had gone from me asking him to slow down, to me almost begging him to hurry up. I could still feel the ache deep down in my hips, the tenderness where he’d pushed up into me.
I realized that the ticklish feeling at the back of my neck was Johnny’s lips, brushing against my sensitive skin, his hot breath tracing the curve of my shoulder. I grinned to myself, turning around and over in the bed to look at him. “Ahh, you’re awake,” he said, smiling at me with his bright eyes dancing. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me hungrily, touching me everywhere.
I slithered just a little bit freer of his arms and tumbled on top of him; my memory of the night before—of how he had backed off when I had asked him to, how he had specifically asked me to tell him to stop if I needed to, any time I needed him to—turned me on yet again. He was so sweet and so gorgeous, and it had been so long since I had been with anyone, that I couldn’t help myself. Johnny was already hard as I pushed my hips down against his, straddling him, pulling myself up to look down at him with a little playful grin. “My turn on top,” I said, and Johnny nodded, reaching up to cup my breasts and tease my nipples, even as I shifted on top of him, rubbing up against his hard cock.
I took him all at once, my hips starting to move even before I thought about it, and Johnny thrust up to meet me, driving his cock deep inside of me fast enough to make me almost cry out with pleasure. I bit my bottom lip and rode him hard and fast, balancing my weight on my hands above his shoulders. He felt so good that I knew I couldn’t hold back for long, couldn’t savor it the way we had the night before. Johnny kissed me everywhere his lips could reach, his hands wandering over my body and exploring my curves. When he began to stroke and rub me, I was gone almost immediately, burying my face against his neck to muffle the moans that ripped through my chest as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me.
Chapter Ten
I couldn’t stop grinning—almost laughing—when Johnny walked me back to the dorms afterward; it was earlier than most of the campus population wanted to wake up on a Saturday morning, and I couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t a walk of shame at all. He held my hand all the way, grinning at me, like we had some kind of secret between us that no one else knew, and I was still tingling all over, not even caring that my feet were sore from the heels, that I was exhausted down to my bones.
I immediately woke Gigi up to tell her about what had happened, about how Johnny had even given me a long, lingering kiss when we got to the entrance of the dorm. I was giggling like an idiot as Georgia and I tumbled around her bed, laughing and squirming. “He said it was really special to him,” I almost crowed. “He said I was really special!”
“Girl, you got him—you nabbed Johnny Steel. What will our RA think of you?” We giggled and tumbled around some more, and I couldn’t help feeling happy in spite of how tired I was. “God, that was so perfect. You played it just right.” Georgia shook her head.<
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“It was definitely lucky,” I said, shaking my head. “Going from running into him—literally—to winding up in his bed in a week?” I buried my face against Georgia’s blankets, feeling the heat in my cheeks.
“It’s perfect. You are the luckiest girl on campus.” I had to agree that it was the perfect situation—that somehow everything had come out exactly right; but as soon as I thought about it that way, I felt a little trickle of nervousness in the back of my mind. If it was so perfect, something had to happen. Something had to come and screw it up. Nothing was perfect—ever. I decided not to think about it.
In spite of my worry, I was practically walking on air Monday morning when classes started up again, almost unable to contain my excitement. Johnny Steel thought I was special. Sleeping with me had really meant something to him—a guy who could have gotten any girl on campus. He had texted me a few times over the weekend while we were apart, sweet little notes about how much he was missing me, how he hoped he would see me at every home game, how much he wanted to meet up again and just hang out—even if we only cuddled.
It shocked me how much easier it was to pay attention in class when I’d gotten something I wanted so badly; instead of being completely distracted by thoughts of Johnny, I thought about him for a few minutes and then got back to work, telling myself that I would see him again soon enough. He wanted me, after all—his texts made it obvious that he was looking for more than just a random hookup.
I met Georgia at the dining hall for lunch, still tingling all over and giddy with excitement. I took out my phone while we were waiting in line, and almost couldn’t help but giggle as I showed her the texts he’d sent me—telling me how sweet I was, a little joke about calling him if I couldn’t find my way around campus again, about skipping class to make out.