by Abbi Hemp
Upset, I frowned.
“What are you talking about? That’s crazy.”
“You two have a secret between you. I’m not an idiot. I can figure it out.”
“This is why you haven’t answered my calls or texts?”
“I’ve been busy too,” he said defensively. “Why don’t you tell me the secret?”
“You don’t deserve to know.”
“I don’t fucking care anyway,” he said, his voice rising.
“You’re a big, dumb jock!” I shouted.
Several players turned their heads. The coach did too.
“Come over here, James,” he yelled.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll come over to your place later tonight and we can talk about it, okay?”
“Fine,” I said, still furious.
I walked home with confusion as company. With each step, I wondered if I was heading in the right direction with my life. Did I really want to get into sports medicine and be around asshole jocks the rest of my years on the planet?
My dream of becoming a Nurse Practitioner had started when I first found out about it during a Career Day at school. Some other boy’s mother worked as one. I had listened intently to every word she said then went home to learn more online.
Only two years down the path and I wanted to give up? Did I have what it took to make it all the way? Doubts swirled around me as I took the long way home for my safety. What were my other options? Find a rich guy to marry. That so wasn’t me.
By the time I reached the apartment, I was not in the mood for Tabby and her games. She started in on me as soon as I made it through the door.
“Haley, baby! Ready to have some fun tonight? Everything okay? You look upset.”
“Why would you tell him I slept with Curtis?”
“Who? What?”
“Don’t play dumb,” I said.
“I thought you liked Curtis,” she said innocently. “You kept talking about him getting a boner.”
“You’re a spiteful bitch,” I said. “He’s coming over. You better tell him the truth.”
“Fuck him and you,” she said. “I’m leaving.”
“Go ahead,” I said. “See if I care.”
“You’re such a spoiled bitch.”
“And you’re fucking crazy.”
I twirled my finger next to my head.
“At least I’m honest about who I am.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You know,” she said.
I shook my head, having no idea.
“Are you leaving or not? It’ll be nice to not have you around.”
“I’m leaving now.”
She spun around and went to the door, opening it.
“Oh,” she said. “It’s you. Great.”
“Who is it?” I asked, hoping James had come over.
“Your asshole boyfriend,” she said then stormed out.
A nervous frown fell over my face as he walked in.
EIGHTEEN
Haley
James twisted around to look back at her then turned to me and asked, “You okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” I said, trembling with anger and other emotions.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said in a soothing voice as he put his strong hands on my arms, calming me down almost instantly.
Why does he make me feel so safe?
“It’s just been so stressful with everything going on,” I said.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Tabby lied to you.”
“I figured, but I thought it might be good for us to take a step back before taking two steps forward. I didn’t know you would freak out so much.”
“I’m not freaking out. You’re just being an asshole.”
His hands rubbed my arms, melting me a bit more.
“Don’t you look at me with that face.”
“What face?” he asked then grinned.
“Those eyes.”
We kissed. Our lips met, dated, fell in love, and were married all in the matter of a single moment. All that emotion wrapped up into a single point in time and space made me dizzy.
I put my hands on his waist, loving the solid feeling of his body. His kisses became more urgent, that long, thick tongue dancing around in my mouth. Is this make-up sex? Already?
He pulled away, staring deeply into my eyes. Time slowed as he showed me what it meant to be desired. I saw it in his pupils as they burrowed through mine into my very soul.
“Let’s take this slow,” I said, putting my palms on his chest and pushing lightly.
“I can’t take it slow, not with you looking so hot.”
As he kissed me again, I acquiesced, wrapping my arms around him and holding tight. I would cling to him forever if he let me. His hands fumbled with my blouse. I had picked it that morning to feel like a different person while walking on campus and going to class.
I pulled the bottom of his sweatshirt up. He raised his hands in the air, and I stood on my toes to get it off all the way. At the same time, he assaulted my face and neck with more kisses.
He threw the sweatshirt to the floor then finished the last of the buttons of my blouse. I inhaled deeply and quickly as his hands cupped my breasts, kneading them both at the same time.
In that moment, I forgot all about my doubts of having a relationship with James. The only thing I could concentrate on was his hot, hard body writhing in front of me so lithely.
After he undid the straps, my bra fell to the floor. He put his hands over each of them again, slowly warming me up to the main course. I slid my hand down the waist of his pants.
When I wrapped my fingers around his warm, soft cock, I became even more aroused. He removed my pants then bent over to slide them down, removing my hand.
On his knees in front of me, I felt his kisses on my stomach and his strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel part of his body. We were becoming one again. And I liked it.
No, I loved it. He slipped my panties does and nuzzled his cheek against my neatly trimmed hair and my pussy lips. I looked down at him, amazed such a man loved me.
Or at least loved fucking me. It didn’t matter as I got wetter the more he teased me between the legs. He rubbed his lips back and forth across my sensitive flesh.
I ran my fingers through his hair, never tiring of the sensation of the soft, silky hair against my skin. He licked me there and nothing else mattered.
Just as it got good, he stood, kissing his way up my body. I felt for his cock, now hard, and stroked him a few times as his hands roamed all over.
With an urgency I’d never seen in a man before, he grabbed my ass and picked me up. As I wrapped my legs around him, I felt his cock pressing against me.
He lifted me higher a moment then slid that massive piece of meat into me. Breathing heavy, he made his way to the wall, pressing my back against it.
We found a rhythm for this new position. Each time we went all the way, I got to know his body better and vice versa. I lightly bit his shoulder as he penetrated me.
“You’re so hard,” I whispered into his ear.
He pounded harder and faster as if encouraged by my voice.
“And big. So big. It’s so good. Your cock…”
While I found it difficult to come up with anything resembling correct sentences, I talked dirty, trying to turn him on even more.
After a minute or hours – time lost all meaning – he lifted me again and glanced around.
“The recliner,” I said.
He carried me over and sat down, his strong arms still holding me close to him. On the recliner, I got comfortable then began to grind against him, feeling his huge cock moving inside me.
“Oh, James,” I moaned.
Each time I came down on it, he thrust upward, plunging deeper into my gushing wet pussy. He cradled my breasts as I rocked back and forth as well as up and down.
As we moved together as one, I forgot where his body ended and mine began. Of
the half-dozen guys I’d been with before, this was something entirely different.
I sat up and put my hands on the sides of his face. Our eyes met. Is this the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with? This face? This man? He works for me.
Pleasure rushed through my body, everything tingling. I’m so close. Just another minute, one more moment. He came before me, his cock throbbing as I continued riding him.
Then it hit – the most intense experience of my entire sexual life. My mind went black as our bodies shook together. I collapsed forward and placed my cheek on his chest.
He stroked my hair, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. I sat up and looked at him again, a smile on my face.
“We should fight more often,” he said.
I kissed him once before climbed off him, almost falling to the floor my knees were so weak. He leapt to his feet, holding me up with those massive arms so toned and manly.
“Careful.”
“We’ve made it to a whole other level.”
He nodded.
“We’ll talk soon, but I should go.”
“Aww.” I pouted. “Please stay?”
“I do have my books in the car.”
“We can study together in my room.”
His face scrunched up like it did whenever he thought deeply about something.
“Sure,” he said.
I leaned forward and kissed him again.
“You’re going to make it hard to study.”
“I’m going to make something hard,” I teased.
He smiled as I climbed off his lap. We studied like monks until midnight then crawled under the covers together, cuddling while drifting off to sleep.
NINETEEN
James
She’s a sound sleeper, I thought with a smile as I woke up before her again. Instead of chancing another encounter with Tabby, I gently ran my finger down her bare arm.
Her skin is so soft and perfect. She moaned and rolled over on her other side, facing me. Slowly, she opened her eyes. I had never cared so much about a woman the morning after.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“You didn’t run off this time,” she said in a quiet voice.
“No. I wanted to stay here with you all day.”
“Aww. I wish we could.”
I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She wiggled closer, holding my body tightly as she moaned in contentment again.
“Don’t tell anyone, but Tabby has me scared.”
“What now?” she asked, sitting up.
“Nothing, but that’s why I stayed in here to wake you up.”
“Oh…” she said then stretched her arms.
The blanket pulled down, exposing her bare breasts. While everything in me wanted to roll over and start sucking on a nipple, I pulled the covers back and swung my legs over the side of the bed. She put her hand on my back as I sat on the edge of the mattress.
“What’s wrong? Where you going? You have time to go again this morning?”
Her hand rubbing me felt wonderful, but I had to get to early practice.
“No, I need to get going.”
“I love you,” she said, surprising me.
“I…I’ll see you later.”
I stood up, not turning to face her as I looked around for my pants.
“Wow,” she said.
“What?” I asked, spinning around and spotting my pants at the foot of the bed.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t be that way.”
“Be what way? You’re the one who loves football more than you do me.”
I sighed and retrieved my pants.
“That’s not true, and you know it.”
One foot then the other, I put them on.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Despite her words, I was sure it did matter to her if I wasn’t ready to say those three words. They meant something to me, and I didn’t like tossing them around.
“Do you really want to force me to say it?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and twisting to look at her.
She had pulled the covers up, hiding her naked body from me.
“No,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Sure…”
Women!
Not wanting to get into another argument with her, I put my shirt on and left her room. Tabby wasn’t around, so I walked out of the apartment before she returned.
* * *
Later that morning, as I walked on the field in my uniform, I saw Tabby talking to Coach. What the hell? I thought, walking over toward them. She noticed me and patted him on the arm before heading in my direction.
The closer she got, the more I wanted her out of my life. She would not drive a wedge between Haley and me no matter what she did. A sick smile on her face, she passed by me without saying a word. I thought about confronting her, but I kept walking.
When I reached Coach, the look on his face let me know he was not happy, but that was normal for him. Had she said something to him? Only one way to find out.
“Hey, Coach. Who was that?”
“Don’t you worry about it,” he said, eyeing me closely. “Get to work!”
I put my helmet out and jogged out to the field for some practice with the running backs on our team. With each pass I threw, whether it was a completion or not, I kept thinking about Tabby, wondering what the hell she was up to.
Coach would not put up with any nonsense. Was a relationship with Haley worth my entire football career? There were no laws or regulations against players dating, but Coach frowned on it, especially when he personally helped players like myself.
After twenty minutes, we switched to a quick scrimmage game. Curtis and I still hadn’t talked to each other. Luckily, we were on the same team that day. I needed to talk to him and work things out, even if it meant dumping Haley.
Would I be able to do that to her? Or myself? The fucking was nice, but I also loved hanging out with her. Throughout the rest of practice, my thoughts on the matter went back and forth, confusing the hell out of me.
* * *
After morning practice, Curtis walked up to me, shoulder pads still on.
“What’s up?”
“Not much,” I said. “Have to get to class. Why?”
“Brian and Teddy wanted me to remind you about the big battle today.”
“Shit. I forgot all about it.”
“They figured you would. Haley’s got you forgetting a lot these days.”
I frowned while looking at him. Showing emotions in the locker room was not a good idea most of the time, so I patted him roughly on the arm.
“We’re good, bro. I’ll see you at the house later before I leave.”
“Right on,” he said then wandered away.
In the showers, I thought about my ceremony to become a knight in the Society for Creative Anachronism. Brian and Teddy had turned me on to the SCA. Maybe Haley will get a kick out of it, I thought as I walked to my locker with a towel wrapped around my waist.
Before getting dressed, I sent her a text, inviting her that afternoon. She agreed, saying she needed a break from all the usual. “Too much sex?” I wrote then added a smiley face. “Never,” she wrote back. I grinned, wondering what she would think about my hobby.
Once again, my thoughts about her had changed. Instead of her being something holding me back, a woman that would stop me from achieving my dreams, I saw her as someone who would make it easier to reach them, not to mention more pleasurable.
TWENTY
James
I parked the Camaro on the side of the street and walked up to Haley’s front door. Hoping Tabby wasn’t around, I knocked.
Haley opened it and stepped out right away like she had been waiting for me. I hadn’t told her much about the event.
“Am I dressed okay?” she asked, spreading her arms out.
She looked cute in tight jeans and
a long-sleeved shirt.
“You look good as usual.”
“Such the charmer.”
“You know me, the hopeless romantic jock.”
Her laugh filled the air.
“Let’s get going, we’re late already.”
“What is this that were doing?”
“It’s in the park. I’m being knighted today.”
I opened the car door for her. After she got in, I walked around to the other side.
“Knighted?” she asked after I got behind the steering wheel.
“Yeah,” I glanced over. “You don’t think I’d make a good knight?”
“Well, yeah, you would, but…a knight? Don’t they only do that in the UK?”
I smiled.
“My roommates, Brian and Teddy, are in the Society for Creative Anachronism…”
“The what the what?”
“Society for Creative Anachronism, or SCA. They dress up in armor and fight with wooden swords, have festivals and what-not.”
She tilted her head to the side as she studied me.
“And you hang out with them?”
I laughed.
“Yeah, I went as a joke at first, but wearing that armor and fighting is actually a good workout. I’ve met some interesting people at their events and gatherings before. I’m glad you made it.”
“I would not miss you wearing armor for a million dollars in gold.”
“That’s the spirit.”
I fired up the car then put it into gear.
“Have you been doing this long?” she asked.
“Nah. I just started this semester. It’s been fun, though. Teddy said I’m the fastest guy to become a knight.”
She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed.
“I can’t wait to see you, but I have to work tonight, so I won’t be able to stay.”
“Oh?”
“No, but I can walk to work from the park.”
“I can drive you.”
“It’s not far. I’ll be fine.”
When we reached the park, I opened the trunk. Haley helped me get into my metal and leather armor, laughing the whole time.