“I love having you inside me,” I moan, and I bite him lightly on his neck.
Dan pushes his body harder against mine and starts really pounding into me.
“I can’t resist any longer,” he growls. “I need you and I need you now.”
“You already have me,” I say, moans escaping from my mouth.
“I need more of you,” growls Dan, his voice deep and throaty, powerful and sexy, simply strong.
He jams his cock into me with greater force and I cry out. He’s pumping into me fast now, fucking me with all his might, really throwing all his huge manly force behind each thrust of his thick cock.
“Oh yeah, baby,” growls Dan, a look of pure concentration and desire on his face. “That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
I nod my head and whimper. “That feels good,” I cry out. “Harder, Dan. Faster. I need your cock so much…”
He doesn’t disappoint, not in the least bit.
His weight is completely pressed into me now. He’s not supporting himself with his hands, but instead just letting his huge body rest against mine. He’s holding onto the tops of my shoulders with his strong hands so that he can have some leverage to fuck me harder and even faster.
“I want to take you from behind,” growls Dan.
He helps me flip over, and now my breasts are pressed into the cot. His weight comes on top of me from behind and it feels good, oh so good.
I feel safe with his weight all around me, his strong body protecting me from the outside world. The air is hot and Dan’s body is hot, practically on fire, his muscles working just as they would on the football field, probably even harder. He uses all his energy to pound his cock into me.
He penetrates me again, from behind. His cock hits the walls of my pussy in a different way, filling me from a different angle.
He’s hitting that mythical G-spot that I’ve never experienced. But, let me tell you, once you feel it like I do, you’ll know it. Oh, you’ll know it.
I gasp with the pleasure.
I think I’m screaming, but I’m not sure.
The orgasm is starting. I’m starting to come, with the feeling rising from his cock and rushing through my body, up to my solar plexus, through my stomach.
I’m gasping, with my face pushing down into the cot. Dan turns my head with his strong hands and kisses me deeply on the mouth.
In this instant, I come, the orgasm ripping through me like a tornado.
I cry out. My vision is blurry, especially around the edges. I close my eyes and see a cascade of colors swishing through my mind’s eye. This is the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt.
Dan doesn’t stop pounding into me, not even for a moment.
He’s grunting savagely as he fucks me. “I’m going to come,” he growls, towards the tail end of my powerful orgasm.
“Give me your cock,” I say. “I want it in my mouth.”
Dan gets off me and we change positions again. He’s got his feet back on the pool deck, and I crouch on my hands and knees on the cot, right at his cock level. I pull my mouth down and he inserts his cock between my lips, which I squeeze tightly.
Dan is panting and I can feel his hot breath on me as he leans down and kisses me on my neck, his abs rippling as he does so.
His cock is impossibly swollen, the head impossibly large. I feel like I can almost taste and smell his come, even though it hasn’t come out yet. His cock seems to be throbbing, in complete need of release, the lust and tension built up to the absolute limits.
I taste his cock and it’s musky manliness, a strangely sweet taste. It’s been so long since I’ve had his thick cock in my mouth. It completely fills me up.
I purse my lips to create more tension, and use my tongue to swish around his cock. Dan groans and I get pleasure in giving him pleasure.
He’s bucking his hips slightly, thrusting his cock very slowly in and out of my mouth, and at the same time I’m bobbing my head, running my mouth up and down around his shaft, my hair flowing messily around his cock.
With one hand, I grab the base of his cock and squeeze, wrapping my delicate fingers in a fist around the thickness of his shaft.
Dan groans again. “That feels good, baby,” he growls.
Dan’s fucking my mouth harder now, faster, and I just keep my head in place as he shoves his cock into me.
“Oh yeah,” growls Dan, his voice full of manly pleasure, masculine satisfaction.
My own orgasm is over, with the afterglow still making me feel tingly and warm, but I’ve never wanted someone else to come as much as I want Dan to right now. Our bodies feel connected in a way that I haven’t felt before.
I’m pumping his cock with my fist and he’s thrusting into my fist and my mouth. His cock starts to pulsate and I know that he’s about to come. He’s grunting.
I remove my mouth from his cock and Dan growls with appreciation as he looks down at my face and cups one of his big powerful hands under the side of my jaw.
The condom is already off, but I didn’t notice that he’d taken if off right after taking it out and putting it inside my mouth. I guess I noticed, but not in the normal way. Now I’m fully aware of his cock’s naked flesh and I watch as his hand moves in a blur across his cock.
His cock erupts, vibrating, as his come shoots out of it, onto part of my face.
I want to drink it all up. What was once a seemingly disgusting substance now seems like the most delicious thing in the whole world. I want to drink it all down, but not a drop gets into my mouth.
I run my tongue over my lips and taste just a drop of it, a delicious and sweet substance, somewhat salty with Dan’s manliness.
He’s gazing down at me, like I’m the most beautiful creature in the whole world, his eyes and pupils large, his muscular chest rising and falling as he pants with the exertion of having just orgasmed.
“Come here, baby,” I say, pulling him down towards me on the cot. “It’s been so long.”
We get into the spoon position, with him around me. I feel safe, with his muscular body wrapped around mine. His half hard cock is pushed up against my ass and I can feel it as it shrinks slightly from minute to minute.
“It’s been so long,” says Dan, whispering from behind into my ear. “Why?”
The words seem to have come out with some great effort. I can tell he was thinking about asking me, about asking me what happened, why I never called him, why I never contacted him at all.
The words seem to hang heavy in the air for a very long minute before I manage to open my mouth to answer.
“I don’t know what happened,” I say. “I’m sorry, Dan. I’ve thought about you for so long. That night was important to me in ways that you couldn’t have imagined…”
I can’t tell him… But I should tell him. I have to tell him. I have to tell him about Scout, his daughter. Our daughter. But there’s no way I can do it. After all, even if he can forgive me for not talking to him, not calling him back, there’s still no way he can forgive me for not telling him that we had a daughter together. There’s no way someone could overcome that. I did a horrible thing, and now I’m forced to do another horrible thing by not telling him…
“It’s OK, baby,” says Dan, his voice soft and sweet, and a pang of guilt hits me in my stomach like a ton of bricks. “It’s going to be OK. It’s OK. I understand that things were really hard with your dad and everything…”
His voice hangs sweet in the air, and the guilt hangs heavy in my body.
“Want to go swimming after all?” says Dan.
“I don’t have a swimsuit,” I say.
Dan starts laughing, a loud and raucous laugh that echoes through the whole empty swimming pool that’s lit just with the moonlight.
The air is still soft and moist, warm and comforting, enveloping our two naked bodies on the cot.
“I guess I don’t really need one,” I say, which only makes Dan laugh even harder.
“Come on,” he says. “You’re going
swimming swimsuit or not.”
He takes me in his arms, picking me up easily from the cot, as if I was a doll, and takes me to the pool.
“Don’t throw me in,” I cry out, laughing as he pretends to throw me into the pool. But he doesn’t. I knew all along he wouldn’t throw me, even though it would be easy for him with his immense and powerful body.
“Come on,” says Dan, putting me down on my feet on the side of the pool.
With a jump, Dan executes a practiced dive into the pool, barely making any splash.
“Impressive,” I say, when he appears again above water, having swum under water the entire width of the pool.
“Come on in,” cries out Dan. “It’s warm.”
“I bet it is,” I say, and I dive in myself.
It’s been so long since I’ve swum for fun, that I almost completely forget how to do it. Most of my time in the pool, I’m helping injured and elderly people recuperate basic functions. I never get any time for myself in the pool. Then again, I never really get much time to myself these days. I haven’t for the last five years at least. Even before that, I was spending all my time taking care of my dad. That one night with Dan six years ago was one of the times I’ve felt the freest in my recent memory. And now that feeling is coming back to me.
I dive in, hitting the water pretty well for not having practiced diving in over ten years at least.
“Whoo hoo,” yells out Dan, laughing. “Look who’s an expert swimmer.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, swimming easily over to him with a lazy freestyle, keeping my head above the water so that I can look at him, admiring his masculine beauty in the moonlight that reflects off the water.
We’re both treading water and Dan leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back, cupping my hands around his head, using only my feet to tread water. I try to say so many things in the kiss that I can’t tell Dan right now. Maybe someday. Maybe someday, I tell myself. But who knows when that day will come?
Dan
“You know,” I say. “I have to go back to the team tomorrow.”
“So soon?” she says.
We’re sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling our feet into the warm depths.
I nod my head. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I wish I could spend more time here with you. But maybe… Maybe you could come out and see me.”
“Oh,” she says, pausing. It looks like she’s thinking something over. It looks like she has something she wants to share with me, but isn’t sure if she should say it, or how to say it.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” I say.
“Oh,” she says. “It’s just that… Well, I’m sorry I never contacted you.”
“It’s OK,” I say. I shrug my shoulders. “I mean, I guess I would have liked things to have worked out differently, but who knows, maybe we both needed some time or something. But I just hope that things can be different this time. I mean, I’m only going to be a couple hours away.”
“But it’s a whole different life over there with the team, in the big city, isn’t it?” says Chloe.
“Not that different,” I say. “If you’re wondering, I’m not going to be seeing anyone else.”
She looks up at me and smiles. “You sure?” she says.
“I’m sure,” I say, grinning back at her. “You’re…” I don’t know what to say. There are so many things I want to tell her, so many things I want to say to her, about how much she means to me. But that would seem weird, wouldn’t it? After all, how much time have we spent together, all told? Just a few days, if you added all the hours together.
Chloe suddenly looks upset. “What time is it?” she says, sounding impossibly worried.
I look at my watch. “About one,” I say.
“In the morning?” she says.
I laugh. “Of course,” I say. I think she’s joking for a minute. This is just like when we lived with our parents and had to get back at a certain time…
Then I remember she has a daughter.
The news hits me like a brick in the stomach. So there’s someone else… I wonder if the dad’s still in the picture. Doesn’t sound like it at all.
In that case, I’d like to find the guy that was man enough to fuck her but not man enough to stick around for her daughter. What kind of man does that, especially with a woman like Chloe? Someone would have to be out of their damn mind to leave her, given what a woman she is, a spectacular woman.
“I really have to get going,” says Chloe, sounding frantic.
“Your daughter?” I say.
“Yeah,” says Chloe. “I have a sitter… well, it’s my aunt, but…”
“Your aunt?” I say, getting up and finding a towel in a pile and handing one to Chloe.
She starts drying off, and I can’t help but keep my eyes on her naked, glistening body. Her breasts have the most perfect curves to them and her hips are magnificent. I get an eyeful of every inch of her, from her toes up through her stomach, to her face, to the very top of her head, where her wet hair clings.
“That’s not the same aunt that… the really old one, what’s her name?”
“You know her?” says Chloe, sounding surprised.
“I think I did some yard work for her once,” I say. “Right before college. I’d forgotten about her. And, honestly…”
“You figured she’d be dead by now?” says Chloe, laughing a little.
“I guess,” I say, somewhat sheepishly.
“She says she’s too stubborn to die yet,” says Chloe, laughing.
“People like that are great,” I say. “Too bad there aren’t too many of them left these days. Like your dad… I mean…” I don’t know what to say.
I can see the mention of her father upsets Chloe. Her eyes start to tear up a little.
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” I say. “I just…” Now I feel like an idiot.”
“I really need to be getting back to Scout,” says Chloe.
“Scout?” I say. “That’s a great name.”
And if things had turned out differently, maybe Scout could have been my daughter. But that’s the way the world is, isn’t it? We’re always saying, “If only… If only things had been this way or that way…” But you can’t just tweak the past to your liking. You’ve got to live with what’s here. The here and now—that’s the reality that we can’t shake, no matter how much we try to.
Chloe and I get dressed, chatting a little, but I can tell that Chloe is anxious to get home to her daughter, and I can’t blame her in the least bit.
I drive her back to the bar where her car is parked, and I lean in and give her a kiss, but there isn’t the same passion in the kiss that there was back in the pool. Something is missing there… I don’t know what could have happened in the short time since we made love in the pool.
I was hoping to fall asleep with her in my arms, but then life struck back with reality. Chloe has to get back to her daughter. Maybe she’s just nervous. Maybe that’s why she’s not kissing me like she could. I almost said as “she should.” But she doesn’t owe me anything. She either wants to be with me or she doesn’t.
“You want to talk soon?” I say.
“Yeah,” says Chloe. “Of course. Give me a call.”
But she sounds distracted, and it seems like something else is on her mind as she walks back to her car. I watch as she bends over. She starts the car and drives off without so much as a wave back towards me.
I hope I’m not back to where I started with her.
Whatever, man, I say to myself. Just don’t try to think about it. There’s nothing I can do.
But the chatter starts in my head: what if I did something wrong? What if I could have done something different…
But maybe Chloe just doesn’t feel the same way about me that I feel about her. She can’t help that, right?
But I know—I know that something’s there between us. I felt it and I know Chloe felt it too. And it wasn’t just simple lust. It was someth
ing much, much stronger, that I even have trouble explaining myself. It’s as if the universe has tied us together in some strange fate, like there’s this powerful link between us binding us together, but that we both don’t want to fully admit it, perhaps not even to ourselves. But I know it. I know I want her, like I’ve never wanted anyone else before.
I have to wonder at the timing of her change of demeanor. Everything seemed to change when she remembered that she had to get back to her daughter, but it seemed like she was more than just worried. After all, her demeanor simply changed too much.
Maybe she’s thinking about the daughter’s father? Maybe she’s feeling guilty in some way, or worried…
Damn, I hope he’s not still in the picture.
But that’s a selfish kind of thought to have. After all, shouldn’t I just be worried that things will work out for her well in the end, rather than wondering whether or not she can be mine? Well, maybe I’m not just that great of a guy after all.
I drive back slowly to my parents’ house. They’re both asleep when I get in, and I get into bed and try to fall asleep. It’s three o’clock before I finally realize that I’m not going to be able to sleep at all.
I get up, and write a note for my parents, telling them that I’m heading back, because of the traffic. True, the traffic is going to be nonexistent in the middle of the night, but obviously that’s not the real reason I’m leaving so early.
Along with the note, I leave the numbers of some helpers that I contacted. These are people who can help my mom, taking her back and forth from her physical therapy appointments with Chloe. They’re professional helpers who specialize in elderly people with some kind of disabling life event. The people I looked up all came with great references, and I’ve already made the initial contact with them, of course warning them that my mother can at times be a bit of a handful.
The drive back to the city is long and it’s completely dark out. I can’t get my thoughts away from tonight, away from Chloe. But I need to get my head back in the game. I know that I need to be concentrating fully, especially after taking this unprecedented break during the season. Coach is going to be riding my ass pretty hard, going to be pushing me to my absolute limits, which is OK. I like a challenge, and I like being pushed, so long as it’s fair, so long as it’s good for the team in the end.
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