Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  The post-ceremony lunch was the first relaxed meal Kate shared with Michael. Over patty melts in their wedding outfits, Kate and Michael talked about being married. For the first time since meeting in person, they both laughed.

  “This is going to be okay,” Kate assured herself.

  Chapter Five

  That night Kate put Jonathan to bed in her new home. She went downstairs to join her new husband and watch a bit of television. Television was another new treat for Kate and Jonathan. In Kansas, they had a radio, but no one they were close to had a television. The only time they saw one was when they walked by the big department stores in town. Televisions were for rich people. Kate was a mother struggling to make enough money to keep her son. She never fantasized about owning one.

  When she came downstairs after tucking her son into bed, Kate sat next to Michael on the couch. Dragnet was in progress. The two watched the show in silence. When the programming changed on the half-hour, Kate got up and got a glass of water.

  She came back to the living room, “What’s this?” she indicated the television.

  “College Bowl. It’s a quiz game.” Michael smiled. “I like it. I get to see how much I remember from what I learned.”

  Kate sat down close to Michael. He reached out and held her hand. As the quiz show progressed, the two shouted out answers to the questions. Michael got most of them right, however, Kate felt she held her own. When the contestants reached the final round, Michael slipped his arm around Kate and pulled her close. The final contestants were close. The married couple cheered on one of the men competing. When the final answer was revealed and their favorite won, they cheered. Michael turned to Kate and kissed her.

  Kate was surprised at first. Michael’s kiss was warm, gentle, and she needed it. His lips softly brushed hers at first, and then became more assured. He tasted of warm seawater. Kate felt his hands and arms pulling her into him, into his kiss. She relaxed and kissed back.

  Michael released the embrace. Kate smiled, caught his eyes, and then looked down.

  “Our first real kiss as a married couple,” Michael proclaimed.

  Kate smiled. She didn’t know how to respond. The kiss felt good. It was nice to feel wanted as a woman, after so many years of living as a widow. She pushed down the little nagging part of her that still told her she was married to Matthew.

  Michael kissed her again gently, the moved to her neck. He nibbled on the tender spot right where Kate’s neck met her shoulder. She turned her head a bit to give him more access.

  “You like that,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Mmmm, hmmm,” she replied and dipped her head to meet his lips. They kissed, this time more deeply. Michael’s tongue pushed into Kate’s mouth. It was large, firm but gentle. Kate kissed him back, hard. Michael’s hands slid from Kate’s shoulders to her waist and clutched her hips.

  Kate bent her head and kissed Michael’s neck. Her breath graced his upper chest and she felt her own warm, humid breath envelop her. Michael’s hands began to move up her torso. Kate pulled back.

  “I think I am ready,” she smiled at her groom. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  Michael led the way, holding Kate’s hand. When they reached the master bedroom door, Michael placed his hand on the doorknob. “Stand still,” he dropped Kate’s hand and opened the door. Michael turned back to her, bent at his waist, and hoisted his new bride up in his arms. Kate giggled. Michael maneuvered her into the bedroom and set her down on the floor. “I always wanted to carry my bride over the threshold,” he smiled. “Just couldn’t do that with Jonathan there when we got back today.”

  The mention of Jonathan triggered a wave of guilt for Kate. Jonathan was Matthew’s son. She and Matthew had conceived Jonathan together. He was there when Jonathan was born. His features were reflected in his son’s face. For a moment Kate felt like she was cheating on her husband. “Matthew is dead. I am married to Michael now,” she scolded herself in her head. She couldn’t figure out why, after five years, she could not stop the nagging feeling of being married to a dead man.

  She pulled herself together and kissed Michael. His hands rested on her small waist. She ran her fingertips over his broad shoulders and up the back of his neck. Still kissing, Michael swooped her up and sat her on the bed. “Shall we consummate this marriage?” he asked, eyes glinting mischievously.

  Kate swallowed and nodded. After this, she could not deny she was married to another man. This would make the marriage stick in a court of law. She had to do this to move on with her life.

  Michael’s fingers undid the small buttons on the front of Kate’s dress. He loosened the belt at her waist and slipped the dress off her shoulders. She had a white slip on underneath her cotton dress. He trailed his fingers over her shoulders, down her collarbone, to her sternum. “Beautiful,” he smiled gently. His fingers ran over the tops of each breast. When he got close to her nipple, Kate inhaled sharply.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, that is just a super sensitive area,” Kate replied quietly.

  “Sensitive? In a good way or bad way?” Michael asked, his fingers slowly circling Kate’s hard nipple protruding through her slip.

  “Good way,” she smiled.

  Michael kissed the top of each breast through Kate’s slip. He helped her to her feet and her dress fell to the floor. His broad palms ran down her body and his fingers grabbed the hem of her slip. He raised it over her head.

  Kate’s breasts were remarkable perky for a woman with a child. They were smallish and sat high on her chest. Her areolas were a dark pink and housed large, hard nipples. Her skin was flushed under his touch. Michael took each breast in a hand, “Spectacular,” he smiled.

  Kate smiled back. Michael bent forward, still holding each breast, and wrapped his lips around her nipple. He sucked gently while the fingers on her other breast ran back and forth across its twin. Kate moaned. This had always been her weakness. Start playing with her breasts and she immediately became wet.

  Michael let go of her breasts, but kept her nipple between his lips. His tongue lightly flicked the very tip of her hard nipple. His hands undid his belt and trousers and they fell to the floor. Kate wanted to undo the buttons on his shirt, but his mouth on her nipple scrambled her thoughts. Her desire to have him sink deep into her pussy overwhelmed her brain.

  Michael placed a hand under each thigh, let go of her nipple and hoisted her onto the bed. Kate lay back and propped her feet on the edge. Michael’s firm hands ran down the inside of her thighs. “You are perfect,” he said as he looked at the firm, creamy white thighs of his bride. He pushed her legs open to expose her mound.

  Michael knelt at the edge of the bed, placed his hands on his bride’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He squeezed her mound with a strong hand. His thick fingers ran across her lower lips. They were already wet. He pushed his index finger between the wet lips and ran it back and forth. Kate felt his fingertip stroke her clit, then slide down to her opening, then back up to her clit. As he slowly increased the pressure of his strokes, Kate bit her lip and started to pant.

  Michael’s fingers pulled her lower lips open. She felt his tongue run across her clit. Fireworks went off in her head. Michael continued to lick her clit. Kate began to moan gently and rock on his face. She felt two large fingers enter her. They gently pulsed in her as his tongue continued to lap at her clit. Her breathing quickened.

  Michael pushed a third finger into Kate’s now dripping pussy and sucked hard on her clit. She moaned and grabbed his hair as he felt her walls contract around his fingers. He continued licking and sucking and pulsing his fingers until her grip on his hair slackened.

  Michael stood up and wiped his face. He smiled at his bride lying on his bed. Her eyes were wide and darting about the room. Her lips were parted and still panting. “Was that okay?” he asked, smiling at her.

  “Yes, yes,” Kate smiled and tried to re-ground herself after her orgasm. “Just not what I was expe
cting for our first night.” She looked at her groom. She could see an erection pushing against the underwear he still had on. It was much larger than she had anticipated. Even through the fabric she could tell it was at least nine inches long and very thick. She smiled.

  “How can I please you?” she asked.

  Michael’s eyes twinkled. “I have a few ideas.” He stripped and lay next to Kate.

  He was in remarkable shape for a 50-year-old. The last man Kate had seen naked was Matthew. He had been 32 at the time. His muscles were firm and he was tan from basic training. She knew Michael was 50 and had expected a lot of wrinkly pale flesh. Instead, her groom had tight abdominal muscles, well-built arms and thighs, and a monster cock.

  Michael rolled onto his side and kissed Kate’s shoulders. Kate’s hand found Michael’s stomach. She ran her fingers over the muscular ridges of his abdomen then walked them down toward his cock. She took it gently in her hand and stroked it. His base was so thick her small hands could barely make her thumb and index finger touch when she wrapped her hand around him. She stroked his cock up and down.

  Michael’s fingers found Kate’s nipples as she stroked him. He squeezed them gently. Even with light pressure, Kate raised her hips, making her pussy available to him. “Kiss my nipples,” Michael instructed.

  Kate rolled over and gently kissed Michael’s nipples. His cock jumped in her hand when her lips touched his chest. She flicked a nipple with her tongue. His cock bounced in her hand. She stroked faster.

  Michael’s fingers found her clit and nudged it a little. Kate moaned with his nipple in her mouth. He rubbed her clit as she stroked his cock. Kate pushed her hips into Michael’s hand and she moaned on his chest.

  Michael pushed Kate onto her back. He maneuvered himself between her legs. He raised each leg to rest on his shoulders. Looking deep into his bride’s eyes, he pushed himself into her. Kate gasped at being penetrated. His wide cock forced her pussy open. She strained to take the full width of his member.

  He continued to push deep into his bride. Kate felt his cock hit her cervix. “You are enormous,” she whispered then began to giggle. Michael smiled.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. But know I know why you opened with what you did.” Kate chuckled at this.

  Michael’s thick cock was covered in Kate’s wetness. He felt her dampness on his own mound. He rocked into her, taking long slow strokes. Kate felt every inch of her groom sink into her. Michael bent down and kissed her. He held her lips and thrust faster. Kate moaned into his mouth. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, squeezing and releasing as she climaxed a second time.

  The pulsing on his cock pushed Michael to climax. He pushed up off his bride and thrust deep. He came, filling his bride as he groaned. He held himself in her until his own climax passed. Once his own pulsing stopped, he gently slid out of Kate. She felt her pussy contract now that it wasn’t being forced open by Michael’s thick cock.

  Michael rolled onto his back. Kate rolled onto her side and laid her head on his chest. He gently stroked her damp hair. “Was that okay?” he asked. Kate simply nodded, her head still on his chest.

  Chapter Six

  The next six months consisted of Kate and Jonathan settling into a routine. Kate got her son enrolled in the local elementary school. She figured out what days were the best to shop and what farmer’s market stands carried the best fruit and vegetables. She made friends with the women on the PTA. She cooked, and cleaned and enjoyed being a wife.

  It had been a long time since things were this simple, she told herself on a regular basis. She and Matthew had always struggled with money. He worked as a bus mechanic in Kansas City and she took part-time jobs as she could find them in Avondale. They had met their sophomore year of high school and fell in love. At 20, they married and pledged eternity to one another. At 25 they had Jonathan. From that point on Kate had planned to be a full time mother. At 27, Matthew was drafted for the war effort. And at 27 years, 10 months and 22 days, the Army said Matthew was killed in Japan.

  Five years later, Kate still didn’t believe his death was real. There was no body to be returned. She still felt his presences. She still felt married to him. She believed if he were really dead, she would stop feeling him here with her. Her friends told her she was in denial. That she was refusing to believe he died because she didn’t want to move on with her life. Kate tried to believe them, but deep down she could not.

  Matthew was her soul mate. However, she found herself growing to love Michael. He was kind, gentle, gracious, and giving. He thought the world of her. He took care of her and Jonathan. He praised her as a homemaker and a mother. He was good to her. Her appreciation changed from just being grateful she could keep her son to a genuine fondness for her new husband.

  On November 17, six months, five days after she arrived in Sacramento, six months from the morning she married Michael, she was in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. Jonathan had left for school and Michael was out on a consulting job. It was cold and gray and a wind blew.

  There was a knock at the front door. Kate dried her hands on the skirt of her apron and walked to answer it. A young man in an Army dress uniform stood at the door. Kate’s heart fell. The last time a man like this arrived unannounced at her door, he told her Matthew was dead.

  “Mrs. Summers?” he asked.

  “It’s Mrs. White now, but I was Kate Summers,” she corrected him.

  “You were married to Matthew Summers, correct?” the man asked.

  “Yes, until he died in the war.” Kate was confused. Matthew’s pension and payment for his death had been fully paid. She could not figure out why the Army had tracked her down more than 2,000 miles away from where she and Matthew lived.

  “I am here to inform you that we have made a mistake. Sergeant Matthew Summers was not killed in Japan. A Colonel Matthew Gary Summers was killed in Okinawa. Sergeant Matthew Summers was taken as a prisoner of war. We have located and liberated him. He is being debriefed in Guam. He will arrive in Alameda, California on November 21.” The man passed her an envelope.

  Kate took it and looked at the man. “The Army apologizes for and inconvenience this may have caused you. We have informed Sergeant Summers of the mix up. You will need to repay the death benefits you received. Information about repayment plans as well as the arrival information for Sergeant Summers is in the envelope.”

  Tears streamed down Kate’s face. She felt like she had entered a parallel universe. When she was first informed of her husband’s death she fantasized that something like this would happen. She had pushed that fantasy aside as financial need interceded. Now, married for six months to a truly good man, the Army was saying, “Whoops, we made a boo-boo.” She felt like she was watching herself. This could not be real.

  “Good afternoon, ma’am.” The soldier turned and descended her steps.

  Kate stood in the doorway and watched the man drive away. As he turned the corner at the end of the block, she realized she had not heard anything since he apologized. She turned slowly and shut door. She walked to the couch and sank into it. Sobs rocked her body.

  For five years now she had been carrying the grief of losing her true love. She had struggled to keep their son. She had done what was necessary and married a man to take care of her. “Oh god!” she though, “And I have had sex with another man! I have told another man I love him!” She felt sick. She knew her body was right in telling her Matthew was alive. Her friends were wrong. True love had kept them connected. She denied that for practical reasons!

  Kate rushed to the bathroom. She ran cold water in the sink and splashed her face. She braced herself on the counter and cried. Tears dripped down and splashed on the tile counter top. Kate sunk to the floor.

  She wiped her eyes with toilet paper and sat against the tub. Numb. She was numb. The only sound she heard was her own crying. Her brain tried to make sense of everything but failed. Slowly, her crying subsided and she sat in quite staring at t
he vanity. She didn’t hear Michael open the front door.

  There was a soft knock on the bathroom door and Michael pushed it open. He stood there, holding a piece of paper with the Army’s letterhead. He looked at Kate sitting on the floor, tear-stained cheeks, a pile of tissues in the trashcan, and his heart broke for her.

  “I saw this,” he waived the letter gently. “I don’t know what to say.”

  Michael lowered himself to the floor next to Kate. He put his arm around her and pulled her into his chest. He held her and stroked her hair. “We will figure this out. We don’t have to do it tonight, but we will figure this out,” he emphasized the “we” to let his wife know they were in this together.

  Chapter Seven

  The next day, Michael called in sick to work. After Jonathan left for school, Michael found Kate in the kitchen doing dishes. “We should talk,” he said gently.

  “I don’t know what to say,” Kate stared at the sink.

  Michael poured himself another cup of coffee and sat at the table. “Matthew was your husband. I know how much you loved him. I know you believed he was dead. That is the only reason you agreed to marry me.”

  Kate kept her back to him but nodded in agreement.

  “I also know I love you and Jonathan. I love having you as my wife and him as my son. When I asked you to marry me, I vowed to take care of the two of you as long as I lived.” Michael was emphatic about his love for his wife.

  “I want you as my wife, but I think you should be there when Matthew arrives next week. I can drive you if you want.” Michael sat quietly awaiting a response.

  “I don’t know what to do,” Kate said in a forced whisper. Tears fell into the dishwater.

  * * * *

  Two days before Matthew was to arrive in Alameda, Kate lay next to Michael in bed. They hadn’t had sex or even kissed since the letter arrived. Michael held Kate at night as she tossed and turned. He had refrained from touching her intimately, which was strange. Since their wedding night, she and Michael had had sex at least once a day.