Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  Anya sighed. It couldn't have been him. She took a sip of wine. He had promised to call when he got to the restaurant. He said he would be here. He even said he loved her. She took a drink of wine and took a roll from the bread basket. He'd come. She pulled out her phone to check and see if she'd missed his call. He hadn't called. He hadn't texted either. She should wait to call. She didn't want to seem desperate. She knew how men could feel overwhelmed by women. She put her phone back in her purse and ate another roll. Well, she'd better see what was going on. It had been a while. It was almost an hour since she got to the restaurant.

  When she dialed his number, it rang three times then it went to his voice-mail. She drank the rest of her wine and started in on the shrimp. It tasted bland. There was no satisfaction. She didn't like her buzz. She didn't feel better when she got her third glass, and she certainly didn't feel good about the way that the women kept staring at her like she was gorging out on pig slop.

  After thirty-nine minutes, the waitress walked over with her check in her hand and slammed it into the table. Anya reached her foot out just as the woman was walking by and she fell flat on her face. She slammed enough money on the table and ran out in tears.

  He never answered any of her calls, texts or emails. It was him. He saw her and he walked out. She was falling over herself outside. She'd walked four blocks to get to the restaurant. She didn't think she'd actually have to walk back. Her ankles would curve at the wrong times in her heels. The ground was swimming. She could feel herself ready to fall. In the end, she was able to take off her heels and walk part of the way barefoot, but the ground was so cold that she was burning up by the time she'd gotten halfway through. Tears were streaming down her face. He said that he loved her. He said that he wanted to be with her. He called her his jewel. He said that they would be together forever. How could he say those things? The vows made between lovers, whether they are typed or spoken, are sacred.

  She was mourning what she knew could never have been. She sat down onto the curb, not even caring whether or not she was ruining her clothes, and started balling. She looked up and her hands came away black. Men are vicious creatures that feed off of heartache and cruelty. They get their confidence by tearing women apart and blaspheming that which is holy. She could feel herself losing her dignity, her pride and most of all, her composure.

  She didn't remember the walk home, but she did remember what she was thinking. She remembered the things he had sent her and how she took them to the field near her apartment to burn them. She remembered opening the boxes of chocolates and eating every last one, but she didn't remember collapsing in a pile of tears on her living room floor.

  Chapter 2

  The next morning, she felt like she'd been poisoned. Her stomach was aching. She felt like somebody had driven a nail into her skull. The sickest part was that she still wanted to see him and be with him. He'd become this archetype for the perfect husband. She was so certain that she had finally met the man of her dreams. It didn't feel like it was really over, it just felt like a hiatus.

  She walked over to her computer. Maybe something had happed. She had a bit of hope rising up inside of her. The last time they spoke, he hadn't left the airport yet. He probably had problems with his flight. Ivan would never stand her up like that.

  She had an email from him. Her heart jumped. He did love her. They would be together. She opened it. He said that he came to the restaurant and saw her. She wasn't what she said she was. She was fat and he didn't want to be with her. He was actually upset with her. He said that he was angry that he sent her all of those things and that she should've told him she was fat, but he'd seen her in pictures. She didn't misrepresent herself.

  Anya decided to save herself some dignity and let it be.

  She clicked around mindlessly. There were some nice dresses that she wanted, but they would never be enough. There were some beautiful necklaces, but they wouldn't get rid of her pooch. She checked out different recipes, but she wouldn't stick to them.

  She had to face it. She was big, but she was beautiful. She had the perfect fishy face. She had the right hair, the right eyes, everything about her was perfect, and there were a lot of men out there who would love her. There just didn't seem to be any in Siberia. That was a huge problem.

  She clicked over to the dating website she been using and typed big women lovers. There were some OK ads. She didn't like black men, but there were a lot of them. She saw some little men. She didn't like short, but she didn't mind furry.

  One ad in particular caught her eye. It was for what was called the Tsvetok Marriage Agency. They were holding a mixer in two days for women to meet their potential husbands. Tsvetok is Russian for flower. Their idea was that women can blossom anywhere. Anya liked that. It would be wonderful. They said that they had an 80 percent success rate and that most marriages occurred in either the UK or the United States. Anya hated the US in many ways, but the idea of going somewhere with warm weather sounded very appealing. She hated having to deal with the constant cold, and she didn't like living in this city.

  There wasn't any question of whether or not she was going to go. Of course she was going to go. The service was free for women. She could just go pick up an American husband really quick. It was like a dream.

  She'd have to go down to the office that day in order to apply. They would have a few requirements before she could begin the process. She wore a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a nice white parka and she went on her way.

  Chapter 3

  The international marriage agency was located in a simple renovated college just outside the city. It was done up like the perfect home with a flowerbed and a swinging bench on the wraparound porch. It made Anya think of having a family one day. That was the real reason for all of this. She wanted a family more than anything. She needed a kid. Her life's ambition, since she was little was to become a wife and mother. To her, there was nothing more beautiful than running a home and bringing life into the world. She wanted love, but she would have a child either way if she could.

  She walked up the frost-laden steps and made her way inside. The receptionist was a simple woman with a pixie cut and glasses. She smiled when she walked in the door.

  “Are you here to register,” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Alright. We'll call you in a moment.”

  A scrub-wearing nurse came out and took her to an exam room. He explained that they would need to do a DNA test. That seemed very odd to Anya. She knew they'd probably test for STDs, but that wasn't done with a DNA test.

  “Why a blood test?”

  “We have very specific requirements for admission.”

  “It's not anything weird is it?”

  “No. We just have clients who want girls with very specific traits. We will also be testing fertility. Can you have children?”

  “Yes.”

  “Alright.”

  Once the test was over they checked her papers to make sure she could travel and sent her on her way. They said that she would be accepted and that she should wear something nice. She did ask about her look and they said it would be perfect for the agency. This both confounded and excited her. In fact, it was all she could think about on the way home. These men would like her.

  * * * * *

  Anya looked stunning in her long, red sequin gown. Her hair was glowing. She had it curled and she was wearing her favorite ruby red lipstick. Her grandmother had always told her to wear red if she wanted a husband. It had a way of affecting them, she said. She didn't believe in old superstitions, but she was going to use every trick at her disposal.

  The mixer was set in a majestic dance hall. There was a crystal chandelier and a beautiful marble floor. There were waiters walking around in tuxedos with wine glasses on trays. She decided to abstain. Thoughts of the night she should've had with Ivan were still fresh in her mind, but she wasn't going to let that get to her. She was going to meet her husband. That was what mattered.

>   They lined the women up on stage and started the announcements. She was last in line, which excited her. She looked around the room. Many of the women were stunning, but she was a fierce competitor who could stand up to the rest of them. When they called her name, she beamed and the audience clapped.

  There was one man standing in the back corner that she saw looking her way. He was big and muscular. He had hair covering his entire body and a black buzz cut. She could feel her thighs getting warm at the thought of him on top of her. She wanted this man and there was something that said that he wanted her too.

  Every school in her area taught English, and she loved the language. Although it was quite harsh, the harshest she'd ever heard, she found it to be glamorous. It was the language of majesty and the rich. It would be her language, and she knew it well. She practiced it every chance she got. She read English books and watched English movies more than she did in her own language.

  She decided that she should try out her skills. When the music came on, she walked over to one of the men and smiled. He was a bald, furry little man that seemed to be undressing her with his eyes. She wasn't going to go for the kill right away. She wanted to lure her suitor in a bit. It worked. As soon as she opened her mouth, he was there. His hot breath was on her neck and she could feel her thighs getting warmer. Her sanctuary was throbbing and when she turned around to look at that somber face, she melted.

  He had such tender eyes. He was giving her a knowing smile and they were spinning around the dance floor before she knew what was happening.

  “What is your name,” his face was close to hers when he asked and she could smell cinnamon.

  “Anya.”

  “How is your English, Anya?”

  “I am fluent.” The man seemed pleased by that. They took a dip and his chest was bearing into hers.

  “Is this your hometown?”

  “No. I came here as a child. I’m from the country.”

  “Which do you prefer, the city or the country.” This was an odd question.

  “The city.” The man seemed displeased by that.

  “Why?” Anya didn't like this question.

  “The country scares me.”

  “I understand. I live on the outskirts of the city, so you'd like it. I have a forest house near Portland, Oregon in the US. Do you like the U.S?”

  “No. But I would like to go there.” The man smiled when she said no.

  “You sound like an intelligent woman. You're sure of yourself.”

  “I am.”

  She felt his eyes move down her body. He liked her and he took the air right out of her. His grip was firm but tender. His features were round, and he had a graceful way of moving. His eyes met hers, just as the song was ending, and their lips met slowly.

  He didn't move his tongue inside of her. He was respectful, but he did put his hand around her waist. He could've taken on the dance floor, and he would've given himself to her at a moment's notice, but this was not that kind of date, no matter how much she wanted it to be. She didn't like the barrier, but it was there nonetheless.

  His hands moved up to stroke her hair out of her face and she melted immediately. She could feel his firm grip moving slowly down her waist and her heart beat to the rhythm of his sultry steps. She wanted him and he would take her. That was the sexiest part. He would be hers and they both knew it.

  “I've been waiting for you for a long time, Anya.” She blushed as she felt her body starting to give way from the intense passion. He struck a chord and there was no going back. It may as well have been a marriage vow.

  “And I have been waiting for you. What is your name?”

  “Caleb.” They parted for one terrifying moment while he went to get their drinks, but he was back as soon as he came.

  Caleb was an angel, but there was a fierceness to him. At the same time, he was tender. It was strange to see both traits in a person, but they were bursting out of him, like a tangible aura that wafted through the air. His eyes would dart this way and that. It reminded Anya of a man that she knew who came back from being stationed in the military. He said he saw stuff, and Anya wanted to know what he saw.

  She needed to see behind that veil. It scared her, but she was wholly devoted. This man would never hurt her—she could feel it. He would protect her. They'd only just met, but they both knew.

  When he walked back, she was trembling. His bulge pronounced just enough to be sexy while still being appropriate. She needed to be in his arms, and then she was. Their eyes met and his lips met hers. The entire room stopped. The music was gone and so was the dance floor. He picked her up and kicked out the door and they were walking back to his hotel. His arms were so bog. His skin was rough in the right places and smooth in the right places. Most of all, she had never felt safe as when she was in his arms and they were on the elevator. She was nestled sweetly against his chest when he opened the door to his room and she was writhing with excitement as he slammed her onto the bed. This wasn't that kind of date, this was different.

  She didn't believe in magic until she saw him tear off his shirt in one swoop and it was lying on the floor. He was a beast. His entire chest was covered in soft black fur that, as she rubbed her hands against it, sent jolts of static running down her hands. Their eyes met and big lips were caressing hers as he slowly exposed her chest to the warm air. When his tongue finally pierced through her lips, she sighed and felt her thighs getting warmer. She was dripping with sweet ambrosia as his tongue darted around and held hers. She felt as though she'd been waiting for this touch her entire life.

  He smelled of fire and ash. His body was a sweltering volcano that set her ablaze as he slowly nibbled on the nip of her neck. She cried out and he growled and bit her nipple through her shirt. It was like lava, making its way down her stomach and over her temple that was already screaming for his touch. He reached his hands around and gently rubbed her back. She could feel the tantalizing pressure as his electric finger unhooked her bra and he threw it off the bed. He looked down and took her in and she felt vulnerable. His fingers ran along the edge of her nipple and her voice shuddered as he slowly undid his zipper.

  She could feel her lips salivating from the thought of caressing him. She wanted to run her tongue around the head just to see his face brimming with pleasure. He saw the desire in her eyes and picked her nipple again as he hands moved down her pants, stopping just short of her lips. His finger grazed her spot and she jolted from the sparks that shot out.

  His hands were moving lower. His fly was almost open and she could make out the outline of his thick cock starting to come to the surface. She wanted it. She could feel herself tense up from the overwhelming desire. She needed to feel it inside of her. His fingers were circling her lips and she could feel her explosion coming. She had to stop it. He couldn't do that. It was too early. She was panting frantically. He had a cocky smile on his face as he reached in and rubbed his hands up and down his shaft.

  “I want to cum inside you,” his deep whisper made her tremble with excitement.

  He pulled out his cock and it jumped up and down. It was almost as big as her arm. The thought of it rushing through her was too much to bear and his thumb was rubbing so good along her clit. She knew that explosion was coming, but she could stop it no matter how hard she tried. He cries echoed throughout the room as she puckered up and a fountain of amorous fluid shot out of her. She was still throbbing. He was stroking himself and watching her. He reached down and his fingers grazed her inner sanctum. Another explosion came and ripped through her.

  “Please, I need it.”

  “Yeah?”

  His finger slammed inside of her and moved back and forth. She could feel herself losing all awareness. The only thing that existed was the relentless jolts of ecstasy that were passing through her and the wave after wave of explosions that sent her writhing.

  A wave of magical energy thrust itself upon her and she was overcome by passion as his cock slammed into her over and over ag
ain. She was losing track of her roller coaster of orgasms that came right after the other in a furious barrage of ecstasy. She could feel his face tense up from the pleasure and he bent down to kiss her once more His hot breath was moving like a bonfire, down her chest and into her temple, like the cock that had finally found its place. He was screaming with her. His body was shaking and she was seething with the fire that sparked an eruption of passion. He was spewing hot lava inside of her and she was unaware of anything except the love which had enveloped her in his arms.

  Chapter 4

  People don't believe in love at first sight. They say it's a fairy tale that never existed. They define their bleak pessimistic worldview on that thought. Whether or not you believe in fate is decided by whether or not you believe in true love. When you find it, everything changes. You see the world as a place of enchantment and opportunity. You begin to question everything you believe in, and how you interact with the world. It's all because when you do find it, you become so certain of it that you could never possibly doubt it. It does exist. If you've never experienced it, you couldn't possibly understand. It's not rare, though it is treasured. It's natural and it happens every single day.

  When the sun started peeking behind the Victorian curtains of Caleb's majestic suite, she started to feel a smile creeping up on her lips. There were warm arms around her and she'd seen visions of faeries and gods in her dreams. He was there. He was real, and they would be together.

  He was already awake, staring at her while she slept. She could tell that he was mesmerized by her. It felt so sweet to have somebody really care about her. She realized that she had never had that happen before. She thought she had, but nobody had laid down with her and explored her body, loving every single part of her. She felt like a child discovering how many fingers they had. She explored every crevice and every hair. It was the most intimate experience she'd ever had.