by Allie Scott
“Oh my god, Becky! You’re right.” She nods, unsurprised at my outburst. Jumping from the bed, I’m no longer concerned with modesty. I need to get my clothes on and go after him. When I voice my plans to Becky she grabs my hands as I go to pull on my top.
“I don’t think going to him is going to work.” My shoulders sag at her words, my body exhausted from the rise and fall of emotions.
“What do you suggest I do? I can’t let him go. Not after I found him. He’s my person, B.” Her eyes widen a bit, my confession shocking even her.
When Becky and I were little, we pretended to marry and fall in love with all the boys in our class. One day, after the twelfth wedding of the year, we made a pact. We’d only ever fall in love, true love that is, with our person. It would be the one person who understood us. The one person who loved us. The one person we could see spending the rest of our lives with.
Neither of us have claimed anyone since then, both of us knowing what a big deal the declaration was. Knowing that Kyle is indeed my person makes my desire to go to him greater.
“Ok, wow. That’s a bigger deal than I thought. Whew!” She runs her hand across her forehead, the motion making me grin as I slowly try to move to put my clothes back on.
“Stop trying to distract me, woman. You can finish getting dressed, but we’ve got to form a plan of attack for this. You can’t just go to him. It has to be bigger than that. Bolder. He needs to never question your love, your loyalty, again.”
Straightening my clothes, I tell her, “Be serious, B. I don't know what to do here , and I need your help. You always claim to be the brilliant one. Got any ideas to get me out of this mess?”
A smile lights her face, only adding to her already mischievous demeanor. Bringing her hands together, she begins to rub them like you see bad guys do in all those corny movies my parents like to watch.
“Oh, I have an idea alright. But you have to give me full creative control on this one. Agreed?”
I'm nodding before she even asks the question. Although her ideas usually get at least one of us a day in detention, I can't help but to go along with her. It's not just that she's my best friend , but also because in some twisted way, don't ask me how, they usually work out in the end.
Like that one time she was convinced Santa Claus in the mall was a fake. Of course, she was right, but we didn't know that as little seven-year-old girls. It wasn't until she marched up to the guy and ripped his wig off that the truth was revealed.
That adventure gained us notoriety with the mall police. Knowing them came in handy years later when a couple of guys wouldn't leave us alone while shopping. They were mostly harmless, though a girl can never be too sure when she's being followed what the intentions are. A quick call to our favorite mall cop Barney, and the guy was detained long enough for us to finish our shopping spree.
While this isn't necessarily one of those times that I want to end up in Becky’s kind of trouble , I don't have much of a choice. Kyle is everything I've ever wanted, everything I've never thought was mine. After sharing my heart with him for so long, I had no idea the connection could be stronger. Boy, was I wrong.
Giving Kyle my body was like a spiritual experience. An awakening. I never want to be ordinary again when I can be extraordinary with him.
Now fully dressed, Becky wastes no time in dragging me from the room and down the stairs. Where are we going? She turns her head as we are exiting the door. She winks at me, then says the two words I know are bound to be the start of her crazy train.
“Lingerie store.”
Chapter 9
Kyle
It's been a week, and I can still taste Alice on my lips.
My mind is on a constant loop of our time together. Her body underneath mine. Her moans filling the room. The marks I left on her body.
I wonder if any are still there.
“Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!” The noise from the pep rally going on around me brings me back to the present, drawing me away from daydreams of my beautiful Alice. Looking around the gym, I begin to wonder if all I'll ever be is the big oaf everyone says I am .
But could I be more? Could I be the right fit for someone, for Alice?
My eyes scan the room looking for her. I've caught glimpses of her in the hallway at school, but she's always on the go, never still long enough for me to approach. And I’d feel weird chasing her down. I’ve thought about it, though. Besides, it's not like I would know what to say when I walked up to her.
Hey, it's me. You know, Kyle. The guy who fucked you like a barbarian at a party last week before leaving you passed out and alone. Well, not really alone. I made sure you had a friend, though that doesn't make it better.
I groan, my head falling into my hands. This is a disaster, one I’m not sure how to go about fixing. Put me on a football field, and I can see my opponent, get a feel of the issue, then attack. Give me the girl of my dreams, and I’m lost.
I feel a hand grab my shoulder, and I know immediately that it's Davis. He’s been checking in on me regularly these last few days. I didn't tell the guys what happened last week, but they might have a good idea given my freak out.
“Hey man. You gotta get your head in the game. Don't let the fans down.” Rolling my shoulders, I shake his hand from my body. His words anger me, making the tension in my body increase the more I think about it. Who cares about the fans when my world is falling apart? Who cares what happens next if I have no one to spend it with?
Instead of the normal music that plays as part of the cheer team performance, a song I've never heard comes on. The beat is slow, the bass pumping through the room. I'd rather ignore what's going on, but the chanting of my name has stopped and it seems that whatever is going on has the attention of every guy sitting next to me.
“Holy shit, dude! I need you to look up now.” Davis’ voice sounds urgent, the tone alerting me that something is up. Raising my head, I move to turn to my best friend, the biting words I want to say at the tip of my tongue. A flash of color catches my eye before I turn all the way around. Like a bull with a red flag waved, my vision narrows in on the reason for my angst.
Standing in the middle of the gymnasium is none other than Alice. Though now she looks less like my sweet, innocent little virgin and more like a tempting, sexy siren. My eyes struggle to focus on all the differences between the two versions of her I know.
The first thing I notice is her clothing, or shall I say lack of clothing. Alice is standing in the middle of the room in what is basically underwear. I'm 100% sure that this would be considered lingerie by any standards.
What the hell does she think she's doing? I don't realize I've said the words out loud until I hear Davis cackle out a laugh behind me.
As the music continues to play, the cheer squad forms around her, all of them doing some type of synchronized dance moves. With every shimmy and shake, I wonder if her outfit will hold. My guess is she's one dip away from pulling a Janet. I can't have that.
I'm about to stand up and storm her way when the music cuts off. The girls are in their final pose, all with bright smiles on their face, though none shine as bright as Alice. My Alice.
I hear Jason’s voice ring out through the auditorium as the applause builds. Being the life of the party, it's no surprise that he would be one of the emcees for the pep rally. What does surprise me is that he knew about this and didn't say a word. He's not one to keep secrets. Not because he's so honest naturally, but more like he gets this twitch when he lies. It gives him away every time.
“Wasn't that a sight for us all, folks? I think our shy, little Alice has finally made her way into Wonderland. Don't you?” His eyes cut to mine, a grin filling his features. Just what is he up to?
Walking over to Alice as she's in her pose, he hands her the microphone. I'm frozen in shock at the sight. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t question any of this. But I know Alice. I've watched her for years. She's never been one to draw attention to herself or to speak in fr
ont of large groups unless it's an assignment for class. Even then I've seen her talk her way out of it, or bargain into doing a prerecorded video.
“Thank you for your unwarranted review, Jason.” She bites the words to him, causing laughter to break out. Looking to the girls around her, she continues, “And thanks girls for letting me be a part of this today. Hopefully, it's all worth it.”
Turning back to face the crowd, she stands a bit straighter, pushing her shoulders back. It looks like she’s preparing for battle, though I don’t know who she’s up against. I’d take on any opponent for her. Fight anyone she needs me too.
“Last week, there were some comments made about someone that I care for deeply.” Whispers break out across the room, everyone curious and speculating as to whom she could be talking about. There's new gossip every day, so it's no wonder I hear a few different names being said from the students around me. They have no clue as to who she's talking about, but I think I may know.
“You all call him Thunder because of his skill on the field. But I know him as Kyle. My Kyle. My gentle giant who deserved none of your rude, careless words and comments.” She stops to take in a deep breath, her anger getting the best of her for a moment. “Besides, you were all wrong. He is worth being desired and loved. He always has been and always will be. I should know, given the fact that I'm in love with him.”
The whispers around the room stop, silence filling the entire space. Even Jason has his jaw hanging open. While it's clear he was a part of this, he must not have known how strong of a declaration this was going to be.
Staring straight at her, it takes me a minute to realize she's waiting on me. This is her telling me she isn’t mad at me for the party last week. That we are ok. That she forgives me.
It takes me only a moment after the realization to decide to make a move. I'm not going to fuck this up again.
I stand slowly, my body tight as I hold back from charging at her. Each step I take creates a loud booming noise through the room. Ironically enough, it sounds just like my nickname. Others must realize it too, because suddenly I begin to hear my fellow students chanting that nickname.
“Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!”
My steps get quicker the closer I get to her, making the chant faster, louder. I've never heard the student body this excited, the noise practically shaking the room.
I don't stop when I get to Alice. I simply pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and stride out of the gym. Sure, I could have given the people what they wanted to see. A kiss . An embrace. Something to show my love is returned. But I need her. I need my Alice. And what I need from her, I won't let anyone else see.
Taking off toward the locker room, it only takes a few strides till I'm pushing the door open. The equipment manager and assistant coach are inside going over plans for tonight's game. Turning past them and down the short hall that leads to the training area, I yell out a gruff “Leave us,” to let them know they are not welcome.
Knowing how my anger can get, they don't question it. I hear papers shuffling and hurried steps. Before the door closes, the assistant manager's voice rings out through the room. “You better be strapped up for tonight's game, Thunder. Take your time with your girl, but I expect you to be ready to play.” He doesn't wait for an answer , the door slamming closed just a second later.
Finally, I'm alone with my girl. Now it's time to show her just how sorry I am for leaving her in that bed. It's time to show her just how much I love her, too.
Chapter 10
Alice
Standing in front of the entire school in basically my underwear was nerve wracking. Becky thought up the idea when I told her my problem with Kyle. She said that if he was that aggressive with me alone, then he’d probably be protective of me exposed that way. Enlisting Jason’s help since he was hosting the pep rally only made sense. None of us could have predicted this would happen though.
I hear the door slam as the two men exit the locker room. I don't have time to think or react before my body is pressed down onto one of the many massage beds in the room. Even though we're a small town, we bring in big money through our sports programs. Big money means we get fancy equipment. At this moment I appreciate the effort these boys put in. It’s almost like I’m laying on a bed with how soft this thing is.
“I'm so sorry, baby. I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me. Just don't push me away, please. I need you.” His words float through my mind as his kisses run down my neck. Even over the sensation of his mouth and tongue, I know and feel in my heart that he's already forgiven.
Stopping his movement, I reach both hands up to grab his face, bringing his eyes to mine. His massive form hovers over me, one knee between my thighs putting pressure in just the right spot, while the other is on the ground holding us steady. My body fights to squirm, the pleasure building straight from my core and through my limbs. I manage to stay still long enough to focus on what I want to say.
“I am not mad at you. I just put on lingerie and declared in front of the entire student body that I loved you. If that doesn't tell you that we're ok, I don't know what will.” He laughs, dropping his forehead to mine. His relief rests between us, bringing a calm we’ve both been missing.
“I might have to blind every single one of those people in that auditorium for what they saw today. It's the only time anyone else will ever see what is mine!”
His words send a shiver through me, my hips moving and rubbing my body just the right way over his leg, bringing a moan to my mouth. The sound echoes through the empty room. His words mixed with the pressure are a concoction I can't withstand. I don’t want to.
“If I'm not inside you in the next 5 seconds, I'm not going to know what to do with myself.” His grip on the bed tightens, his body coiled and restless for release.
“There's nothing stopping you, big boy. Fill me up. Make me yours again.” Growling at my words, his hands reach around behind me, unlatching my bra with ease. I drop my arms from his shoulders, letting the straps slide down my arms as he pushes it down and out of way.
Before it hits the floor, his mouth is on me. Ravaging. Devouring. He’s everywhere all at once, his indecisiveness of which side to enjoy first bringing a bubble of laughter out of me.
“If you’re laughing, I’m not doing this right, baby.” His words are whispered, his mouth still trailing kisses over my breasts as his hands find the buttons on the front of the corset I’m wearing.
Yeah, a fucking corset. I could kill Becky for that too, but the way Kyle’s eyes heated up when he saw me made it worth it.
Three buttons in, his impatience wins out when I har the ripping noise right as my lungs expand fully again for the first time in hours. One hand skims down my stomach, barely connecting with my skin, but lighting a trail of fire still. His other hand finds the scrap of lace that were labeled ‘boy shorts’ in the store.
When his fingers begin to run the front of the lace, my body jolts as I grip the sides of the table. I’m squeezing so tight, I can hear the popping noise of my fingers on the fabric.
“What do we have here, little Alice?” He skims his fingers right over my clit, causing me to fight not to squirm for release. “Is my girl’s pussy wet for me? Does it need attention?” I bite my lip, nodding my head while watching him shift down my body.
“Tell me what you need, Alice. I want to hear you say it.” A wicked smile plays on his face, taking my breath away. Kyle is sexy in all ways, but teasing, dominant Kyle is enough to send my body straight through ‘slightly wet’ territory into ‘orgasms so hard I see stars.’ Yeah, it’s that hot.
Taking a deep breath, I look into his eyes, giving him the words I know he wants. “I need you to fuck me, Kyle. I need you to fill me up again with your massive cock. I want to walk out of this room and everyone know that you laid claim to me. That there’s no question of who belongs to who.” His eyes go darker and darker with each word, his desire rising as I speak.
Pushing my panties to t
he side, his mouth covers me, licking and sucking as he eats me with excitement. He’s acting like he’s starved for me, like he’s been away at sea for years and has finally returned. Each stroke of his tongue pushes me higher, brings my body closer to that peak, the one I’ve been reaching for since we were last together, but was unable to get alone.
Nothing will ever replace the real thing. I realize that now that I’ve had him again. No amount of work from my hand or a toy. Nothing is as good as Kyle Smith is.
His fingers join in the action, sliding inside me and curling just slightly. I nearly come just from that alone, the pleasure consuming me fully. Not caring where we are or who is outside the door, I moan loudly, calling his name and praising him for the magic he’s performing on me.
When I come, it’s with a scream, leaving no doubt to anyone within the tri-state area just how good this man is with my body. As I come down from the high, my eyes widen when I see Kyle raise up slowly, eyes connected to mine as he slowly pulls his hands from my dripping pussy.
Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he shoves his fingers inside his mouth, licking and sucking them just like he’d done my pussy. I swear that I have another orgasm in that instant, the sight before me more than enough to make anyone go off again. Jesus, this boy.
The hand not sucking his fingers works to pull his jeans off, the button unsnapping loudly in the now quiet room. Before he drops them, he pulls out a condom from the back pocket, ripping it open and slipping it on before I can blink.
“Hold on tight, Alice. This might get a little rough.” That’s all the warning I get before he’s shoving my panties to the side and shoving inside of me. Still not used to his size, my body seizes as he fills me fully. “Shit, baby. I wasn’t thinking. I’ll hold still til you’re ready.”