by Nikki Wild
She climbed onto me, guiding my cock with her hand.
It found its target, sliding into her warm, gracious pussy.
Her eyes closed. She threw her head back, gasping and moaning as she rode me.
When she sat up, I saw that familiar expression on her face as she prepared to come.
I placed my hands on her waist as she cried out, her breasts bouncing as she thrashed about.
My cock continued penetrating her so deep and fast the past no longer mattered.
Only the present moment existed as I drifted toward an orgasm of my own.
She squeezed her pussy as my cock slid in and out, increasing the friction.
The pressure of pleasure built up. I looked down and saw where our bodies met.
So wet. So tight. So fucking right. I filled her perfectly.
“Say my name,” I begged, so damn close.
“Toby,” she purred.
The moment came when I wasn’t able to hold back any longer. I let go, losing control as my cock throbbed and pulsated as my thrusts slowed.
My heart beat entirely too fast as the intensity faded in a flash and I fell back to earth with the other mere mortals. The afterglow took hold as she leaned down.
“Damn,” I said, still breathing heavy. “Why was that so damn good?”
“It’s that feeling, you know? Like it’s not going to happen and you’re bummed, but then all of a sudden it is happening. You did the same thing to me the first night we did it.”
“I remember that night.”
She continued running her fingers over my stomach.
“Let’s get serious moving forward,” she said.
“You don’t think I’m being serious now?”
“No, but…I don’t know. It’s like we keep taking a step forward, then two step back.”
“I know what you mean,” I admitted. “When are you going to move in with me?”
Her body shook as she giggled.
“That’s kinda quick, don’t you think?”
“For any other woman, maybe, but with you…”
She moved her head from my chest. We made eye contact.
“Yeah?”
“With you, Haley, it’s different. I love you so much. It drives me crazy.”
“I know the feeling,” she said, leaning forward to kiss me.
Those precious wet lips pressed against mine.
We fell asleep next to each other, our limbs tangled together.
In the morning, I woke before her. She looked angelic in her sleep, even with her hair going in every direction. I crawled out of bed and went downstairs to make us coffee.
After getting it brewing, I retrieved everything needed for one of my famous cheddar cheese omelets. She appeared in the doorway of the kitchen as I got the ingredients mixed.
“Good morning,” I said.
“How’s your toe?”
“A lot better, actually. It’s not like I can play right now.”
“You should soak it later today like the doctor said.”
“Yes, Nurse Haley.”
She crossed the room and poured herself a cup of brew.
“A man that makes breakfast and is good in bed? Where have you been all my life?”
“It’s not burnt either,” I teased.
“Hey, that chicken was your fault.”
As I finished our omelets, she sat down at the kitchen table.
“What’s the weather supposed to be like today, do you know?” she asked.
“Alexa, today’s temperature, please.”
“Who is Alexa?”
“The temperature will be in the low fifties today with an overcast sky.”
“Alexa is my smart home computer. I’ve not introduced you to her yet. She gets jealous.”
“Get out of here.”
“Okay, she’s not that smart, but I’ll have to program your voice and identity into the house if you want to use her.”
“Use her?”
“Ask her questions.”
“That’s a better way to put it. I guess that’s one of those relationship things you have to think about in the twenty-first century now.”
“It’s a crazy world, but I’m glad you’re in it.”
I picked up the frying pan and slid the second omelete onto a waiting plate on the counter. We ate together, laughing, talking and enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m so sorry about those photos. I don’t see how you can ever trust me again,” she said as we finished our second cups of coffee after we were done eating.
“You’ve got to quit apologizing. We can’t fix the past. I’m okay if I never play a football game again.”
“Quit lying,” she said, holding one of my white mugs in both her hands near her mouth. “You love football more than anything.”
“Not more than you,” I said seriously.
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady.”
“Or what?” she said in a mischievous tone.
I grinned.
“You really want to find out?”
“We’ve got all day, right?”
“Now that you’ve met Alexa, I guess I can show you my sex-dungeon in the basement and give you my safe word.”
She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand in that cute way she had.
“You’re so funny.”
“No, really. I’m into all that kinky stuff.”
“I’m way more kinky than you,” she said, a twinkle in her eyes.
“That’s probably true. We’ll have to find out.”
Thirty
Haley
Over the next couple weeks, the controversy over the naked Toby photos died down online, replaced by a dog whose bark sounded like it was saying, “You’re fired!”
Jessica seemed to fall off our radar completely, the wind in her sails dying down as soon as the controversy did too. Turned out, secret photos of a start football player’s cock was just a flash in the pan of modern news. Unfortunately, his Coach didn’t feel the same way.
He was still suspended and I felt awful about it. I was determined to find a way to fix everything and make it up to Toby somehow.
None of the executives at the newspaper had cared much about our post on Toby’s parent’s restaurant that went viral.
At least we didn’t get into trouble. Turned out they were happy to get the attention and clicks to the website for people to learn more about the Toby scandal.
“You sure this is a good idea?” Billy asked, as we hung out in the cafeteria.
He had his chair leaned back against the wall.
“Will you stop putting all my ideas down? The last one worked pretty well.”
“We got lucky because it actually did go viral, at least locally.”
“Whatever, Billy.” I stood. “I’ll see you around.”
“Your break over?”
“No, but I will talk to Scott. You want to come?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
He had no comeback as I walked away, heading to the newsroom.
As I’d expected, Jessica had not gone through with the advertising order, canceling it soon after Scott asked for the first down payment. Poor guy. He looked up as I approached his desk.
“Here comes trouble,” he said.
“The good sort of trouble.”
I stopped next to his desk, seeing a recipe website up on his computer screen.
“I’ve got an idea for a photo gallery that might go viral. Can I get permission to work on it the next few nights?”
“Depends. Tell me what it is, and maybe I’ll say yes.”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t work like that.”
“Look, Scott, you don’t like me for whatever reason, but you’ve got to give me some room to breathe creatively, or I will find another job.”
He stared at me, eyes open wide in shock.
“You’
ve changed so much,” he said. “And not in a good way.”
“Why? Because I stand up for myself now? I’m a good employee. One of your best photographers. If you say otherwise, I’ll walk out that door now and never come back.”
My heart raced as I stood up for myself. Was I pushing too hard too fast?
“Fine,” he said then frowned.
“Great. I’ll be done by next Monday. It will be good. Not as good as a hundred grand advertising order, but you know…”
I let my voice trail off. He turned his attention back to his computer screen.
“Let me know when you’re done, Haley.”
While technically still my boss, our working relationship had changed after his deal with Jessica fell through. The publisher had reamed him for two hours straight about loss wages.
Meanwhile, the viral campaign Billy and I had started continued to bring in new visitors. As I walked over to my desk, I thought about Billy.
Had I been too hard on him earlier in the break room? I bypassed my desk and walked down the back stairs to see if he was outside smoking. I found him in our usual spot.
A cloud of vapor filled the air momentarily before dissipating. He stared in my direction without saying a word. I walked over with my head tilted back, staring at him.
“Hey,” I said, flashing him a smile.
He took another puff, and turned away
“I’ve got to get over to Chez Louie,” he said. “I’m about to take off.”
“It’s so good of you to keep helping him, Billy. Thank you.”
“I don’t mind it. His father was so impressed, he hired me part-time to help him keep growing the restaurant.”
“That’s great, Billy.” I smiled.
“You okay? I saw you and Scott talking,” he asked.
“Yeah, I told him I wanted to do a new photo shoot with Toby to make up for the naked one.”
“Good idea. How did he take it?”
“He tried to balk, but I told him I would quit.”
“You did not,” he said, smiling.
I nodded.
“He buckled.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“For what? Being me?”
“Yes, dear, for being you.”
“Now I have to come up with something special. I thought about doing a long exposure series of shots on the field at night, but I know his coach will not let us anywhere near the stadium.”
A smile spread across Billy’s face.
“What?” I asked, knowing the expression quite well.
“You won’t believe this, but I know someone who works at the stadium.”
“Get out of here.”
“I do. And he owes me a favor.”
“Owes you a favor?”
“Long story. Let’s just say I made him happy one night when I dragged him out of the closet.”
“You’ll have to tell me sometime.”
“Maybe. Let me call him and see if we can sneak in. When do you need to do it?”
“The sooner the better.” I pressed my hands together and bounced up and down in excitement. “Thank you so much, Billy. You’re the best work-husband a woman could hope to have.”
“I told you, I’m the wife, but I get what you’re saying.”
We smiled at each other. By the end of our shift that night, we had everything planned out. Toby would meet us at the service entrance to the stadium. The guy said we wouldn’t be able to turn the lights on, but I didn’t care. I would work my photography magic with long exposures and the full moon overhead.
Come hell or high-water, I wanted to help restore Toby’s image in the eyes of the world, especially his fans. A few stunning photos would go a long way in helping. All I needed to do was capture the perfect shot and edit it until it was even closer to perfection. Easy, right?
Thirty-One
Toby
When Haley pulled into my driveway, I got up from the rocking chair on my porch and made my way over to her. My toe didn’t hurt anymore, but it didn’t matter.
Coach Harris had not given me permission to rejoin my teammates. They were doing good without me, advancing up the brackets as the playoffs approached.
I saw Billy in the passenger seat next to her. What is he doing here? I wondered. He had helped my parents with their restaurant, and I was so grateful for it.
As they got out of the car, I nodded my head in his direction. He raised a hand. Haley rushed over, a bounce in her step and a smile on her face.
“What’s up, sunshine?” I asked as she threw her arms around me.
“This,” she said then kissed me on the lips.
“Come on, you two,” Billy said.
I stepped to the side of Haley and put my arm around her waist.
“You’re a fucking hero, man,” I said to Billy.
“I’m not sure about all that.”
“No, seriously. You’ve saved me so much money. For the first time in years, they don’t need money from me to keep the restaurant going.”
“Just doing my job,” he said. “And Haley helped.”
“You did most of the hard stuff.”
“Speaking of hard, we should get to the stadium. You think it’s late enough?”
I turned my attention to Haley.
“Should be,” she said. “If not, we can wait on the field. I’ll leave the shutter open a few seconds, which should give us some interesting shots.”
“You’re the magician,” I said, giving her a squeeze.
“Let’s go,” Billy said as he walked over to her car and got in the back seat.
Haley and I followed him.
“Eighty-grand to fix my car,” I said.
“Get out of here.”
“Insurance will cover it, but I’m betting my rates will go up.”
“That’s insane,” she said. “You could buy forty of my cars for that money.”
I opened the passenger door and got inside. She walked around the front of the car, looking more beautiful than ever before. When she got behind the steering wheel, I reached over and put my hand on her thigh, squeezing it.
She glanced over and smiled as she turned the key in the ignition. The car fired to life, sputtered, then died.
“Here we go,” Billy said from the back seat.
“Don’t tease Tamara,” Haley said.
“Tamara?” I asked, confused.
“Tamara Taurus, my car.”
“We need to find you a new car,” I said. “Something nice.”
“We’ll see. For now, I’m happy to be in love and doing what I love.”
“You can buy me a new car,” Billy said from the back seat.
Haley laughed. The car fired to life, and we were on our way.
“I was only half-joking,” Billy said.
“With the help you gave my parents, I might just take you up on that, but it would be something small and affordable.”
“You get a car, you get a car, you get a car,” Billy said.
“Who do you know at the stadium?” I asked him over my shoulder.
“His name is Brett, a good friend of mine.”
“As long as Coach Harris doesn’t find out, we’ll be okay.” I glanced over at Haley. “Last time you took photos of me, bad things ended up happening.”
“These will be good. You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”
“Maybe not,” I teased.
Haley put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. We all sat silently the rest of the drive. As the stadium came into view, I made a silent vow to do whatever it took to play again.
“Park over there,” Billy said, sitting on the edge of the back seat with his hands on top of the front seats.
“Here?” Haley asked.
“Yeah. That’s good. I’ll be right back. If I wave, the coast is clear.”
“Thanks again, Billy. I owe you one.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m here for my own reasons too.”
“Thank you for letting m
e take these photos and take a crack at saving your image online,” Haley said as Billy opened the back door and got out.
“Trust is the foundation of any good relationship.”
She leaned over and kissed me.
“I still don’t see how you’ll get any good shots without a flash.”
“Trust me,” she said.
I did, damn near completely.
“Crap, he’s waving. Let’s go,” she said.
We exited the car and walked over to the service door. She had a camera strapped around her neck and a big bag of other photographer stuff.
Billy motioned for us to hurry.
What the hell? I jogged with Haley the final fifty feet.
“What’s wrong?” Haley asked.
“He’s spooked, but it will be okay.”
“Spooked?” I asked, looking at the white, windowless door.
It opened, and a thin man with dreadlocks appeared. His eyes darted back and forth between the three of us standing outside.
“Come on, Brett. It’ll be fine,” Billy said as he touched the man’s arm.
“I could lose my job if we’re caught.”
“We won’t get caught,” I said. “I’ll give you an autograph.”
“I don’t want your fucking autograph,” Brett said. “You have cash, right?”
“Let’s go inside, and we can work something out,” Billy said, his hand slipping to the man’s ass.
“Not here, in front of them,” Brett gasped.
I turned to look at Haley and nodded as if we were having a conversation.
“How about those Buckeyes this year, huh?” she asked.
“You’re the best,” I said, putting my hands on her waist.
She smiled. I kissed her.
“Let’s go, lovebirds,” Billy hissed from the open doorway.
Brett had gone inside. I stepped back and waved my arms for her to go first. We walked inside the stadium and stopped a few feet down a hallway. The landing docks were in the storage area to the left, along with an office for the man who managed it all.
“I’ll be back in about an hour, two tops,” Billy said.
“No synchronizing our watches?” Haley teased.
Billy turned and walked down the hallway.